Page 38 of Brought By the Storm

He nodded. “I guess. Although, I have to say, I’ve been with a couple of guys who talked dirty to me, and it didn’t turn me on. But it’s hot when you do.”

I cuddled him, not caring that his semen was getting on my trousers. “I suppose when you like someone, it makes all the difference.”

He grunted in agreement. “Like the fact that you don’t mind me getting you messy? I can’t imagine you’d be okay with other guys getting cum on you.”

I laughed. “I’m not sure how they would. Are they just shooting it at me from across the room? Since I wouldn’t be having sex with them, it’s an inconceivable notion.”

“So, you’ve never been attracted to any other men?” he asked with skepticism.

I reflected. “When I was a teenager, there was a mate of mine who I thought was cute. I didn’t understand those feelings. I liked girls, so it was easy to dismiss it as heightened affection for a friend. When I’d think about something sexual with him, I inserted females into the fantasy. You know, like a three-way. Maybe it was my brain trying to shield me from something that would have been too scary to contemplate. Then, as I got older, my conditioning was to focus on women, so I guess that’s what I did.”

“I still don’t understand why me…”

I kissed his forehead. “You’re like what I imagine the Greek sculptors used as a muse. You remind me of the statue of David, masculine yet so much more beautiful than other men. Your personality is sweet and youthful. I find it enchanting. But I’ve seen you take charge and that’s hot, too. You’re a perfect combination.”

I leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled his head back.

“I know where that tongue has been,” he protested with a smirk. “Use your mouth for talking instead. Tell me what it’s like to be a big politician.”

I shrugged. “I don’t think of myself as a politician.” He looked confused. “I know. I know. I’m the president, so yes, of course I’m a politician. It’s just that I feel like it’s all been a charade. I didn’t want the role. I’ve had government jobs, thanks to my father, since I graduated from university. It’s been somewhat interesting, at best. To keep my party from fracturing between two rivals with very different views, I agreed to run for the presidency because I was a popular choice, thanks to my father’s legacy. To keep the other party, which I find dangerous, from seizing power, I just let them sweep me into office. The rest, as they say, is history.”

He frowned in thought. “Are you good at it?”

I sighed. “I don’t know. I suppose. Things seem to be going well. It’s not that I can’t do it. I just don’t love doing it.”

“So, you won’t seek re-election?”

“No,” I replied. “I can’t communicate that, of course. I’d be a lame-duck president and would be unable to move forward any necessary legislation. But no, I won’t run again. I’ll support the vice president, who would be a worthy choice. He’s a good man.”

“What will you do?” he asked.

“Don’t laugh,” I pleaded. “I want to go into sports medicine and therapy. It’s what I studied.”

“Do you play sports?” he wondered.

“I used to. I was quite good at football—what you Americans call soccer.”

He got a knowing look. “That explains the legs.”

I flushed. “And I’m pretty good at tennis and golf. Of course, since becoming president, I haven’t done any of those things.”

“Hmm,” he muttered. “Our presidents always seem to be on the golf course. Anyway, why do you think I’d laugh at your career ambition? I think it would be a noble profession. Although, I don’t love the idea of you ministering to young, athletic bodies all the time,” Eric admitted.

I ran my thumb over his lips. “I’m a one-woman guy. Or, in this case, a one-person guy. If I’m seeing someone, I don’t dally with other people.”

He paused. “Wait. Are you saying you’re with me…like that?”

I realized what I had admitted and exhaled a deep breath. “Uh, I guess I am starting to think we’re together. Of course, it takes two to make that kind of commitment. I know we’ve just met, so I understand if you don’t feel the same.” I was hoping he did.

His face lit up. “I would like that. I know it seems fast, but I can’t picture wanting to date someone else right now. And to be honest, I’d be jealous if you wanted to. I’d like to see where this goes.”

I hugged him in. “Me too. Dating, huh? I like the sound of that.”

“Speaking of beautiful bodies, when are we going down to my studio so I can photograph yours?” Eric probed, a flirtatious gleam in his eye.

“Such an eager young man,” I remarked. “Don’t forget, you said I could photograph yours, too.”

He grimaced. “Hmm. Guess I’ll have to take the bad with the good.”