“Yeah.” He lifts his head, meeting my eyes. “We’ll figure it out.”
I want to believe him. I want to trust that things will be easy from now on. Because it’s him. We’re us. But it’s so big, so good… what if we don’t make it? “What about after? When I’m no longer the President?”
He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Then I get to wake up next to you every day.”
I smile, shaking my head. “You make it sound so simple.”
“It is.” He rolls on top of me, already hardening against my thigh. “I love you. You love me. Everything else is just details.”
I laugh, playfully slapping his hard chest. “I didn’t say I love you.”
He grins. “Not yet.”
I giggle. Then my guy slides inside me again, and I gasp. All thoughts of worry about our future cut short. And as he starts to move, slow and sweet, I think,Yeah. I could get used to this.
Eleven
EPILOGUE
LINA
I wake up slowly. No alarm, no aide knocking on my door, no schedule waiting to swallow my day whole. For the first time in freaking years, I have absolutely nothing I have to do.
Holy shit.I’m not the President anymore. The thought hits me and I just… lie there. Staring at the ceiling of our bedroom, letting it sink in.
Yesterday, I stood on the steps of the Capitol and watched my successor take the oath. Smiled for the cameras, waved goodbye, got in a car that wasn’t part of a motorcade, drove to an airport without a security perimeter, and flew to this house in Connecticut that Levi bought six months ago.Ourhouse.
It still doesn’t feel real. But then a warm hand slides over my stomach, and I smile. Nowthatfeels real.
“Morning.” Levi’s voice is raspy with sleep, his breath warm against my shoulder. “You’re thinking too loud.”
I giggle. “Sorry.”
He pulls me closer, spooning me from behind. His chest is warm against my back, his arm heavy and solid around my waist, his scent all over. “What’s going on in that big brain of yours?”
I smile huge. “I’m not the President anymore.”
He chuckles. “Nope.”
“I don’t have anywhere to be.”
“Mm-mm.”
“No one is going to brief me on anything.”
“Thank fuck.” He nuzzles my neck, pressing a kiss below my ear. “Does that mean I finally get you to myself?”
I laugh. “I think so.”
“Good.” His hand slides up from my waist, cupping my breast.
My breath catches. “Baby, we had sex three times last night.”
“And?” He rolls my nipple between his fingers, and I feel it straight between my legs. “I’ve been waiting months to wake up with you. You think three times is gonna cut it?”
“Levi…”
He shifts behind me, and I feel his cock, already hard, pressing against my ass. His hand slides down my stomach, over my hip, between my thighs.
