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He didn’t put any gel on his fingers—just a liberal amount on his cock and over Jamie’s entrance as he rolled them onto their sides, pressing up against Jamie’s back. He was tight but stretched easily as Chris swiftly pushed into him, lifting Jamie’s leg by the thigh and holding it there. Chris mouthed Jamie’s ear, his neck, his jaw as he pulled out and slammed back into him. Jamie cried out, hand reaching back to grab Chris’s buttock, fingers digging in so hard that Chris was sure he would have bruises.
Chris plunged into him, fast and relentless, desperate for the tightness and the warmth and the gorgeous cries spilling unchecked from Jamie’s lips as he practically screamed at Chris to go harder, faster, to take him apart. Chris had never felt a need like it, to lose himself so completely inside another person. But this wasn’t just another person; this was Jamie—his beautiful, strong, brave Jamie, who was begging Chris for more when Chris was already giving enough to break him.
He let go of Jamie’s leg and curled his thighs up under Jamie’s backside, wrapping both arms around his waist and pulling him in at a deeper angle. Jamie leaned over, bunching his fist in the pillow under his head whilst pushing back onto Chris’s cock.
“Fuck yeah, Chris…just like that…” he gasped, then cried out again as Chris slammed back into him with a harsh slap of skin on skin.
Chris could feel the heat in his belly coiling, his thighs and stomach tensing and he curled one hand around Jamie’s own hard and leaking length as he hurtled towards his own release, blood pounding umping loudly in his ears. He bit his lip as he roughly stroked Jamie to orgasm and he came loudly, spilling hot over Chris’s hand. Chris came a moment later with a choking cry, pulling out and painting the base of Jamie’s spine with pearly white streaks and collapsing heavily against the pillows.
They both sucked in air, breathing fast and heavy in the silent room, until…
“What. The ever-loving fuck. Is going on here?”
Chris’s eyes snapped open.
The President of the United States of America was standing in the doorway.
Chapter 19
Chris and Jamie dived away from each other, scuttling to opposite sides of the bed and attempting to cover up with the rumpled bed sheets, like teenagers caught with their pants around their ankles and a porn mag, only worse—much, much worse.
“Mom—”
“Don’t,” Freddie Barratt said, cutting him off with a raised hand. Her eyes moved to Chris. “Get out,” she said quietly.
“Mom!”
“Out!”
Jamie watched miserably as Chris slid from the bed like a scolded dog, picking his pants off the floor and skulking out behind Jamie’s mother with his modesty barely intact. If this had been under any other circumstances it would have been hilarious, but this was beyond mortifying.
They had been so careful. They really had—they had gone three days without touching, except for that one night when Jamie woke up from his nightmare, and even then, Chris had made sure to be gone before the morning. Jamie had just been so desperate for him that the moment everyone had left, he had practically dragged Chris into bed. And now it was over—they had been caught by the one person they had really needed to keep in the dark about their relationship for the time being.
Jamie’s bare feet were on the floor, and he stared at them as Chris disappeared from his room. He could feel his mother’s eyes burning into him.
“Mom—” he started again, but she cut him off a second time.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
Jamie glanced up—his mother looked livid. “We were going to tell you—”
“Oh, were you?” she cut in sarcastically. “Well then, that just makes it all okay doesn’t it, James? It’s absolutely all fine that you’ve been screwing your Secret Service agent. Let’s just all go have a beer.”
Jamie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Mom, it isn’t what you think. Please don’t fire him.”
Freddie Barratt gave a short, harsh laugh and rubbed her forehead. After a moment, she threw up both of her hands. “Get dressed, and then come downstairs. I can’t talk to you when you have semen all over your fucking back.”
* * * *
Natalie was in the hall, a look of pure disbelief on her face as Chris exited Jamie’s bedroom, his face burning with embarrassment as he entered his own room. Nat followed him in and closed the door.
“You idiot,” she hissed. “You couldn’t have waited an hour?”
“How were we supposed to know that she’d come back?” Chris replied, not giving a damn that he was completely naked in front of her as he reached into a drawer for fresh underwear. “We thought she was gone!”
“She left her damn cell phone on the counter!” Nat replied, her arms folded defensively over her chest. “I was going to run in and grab it, but she was out of the car before me. And then there were clothes in the hall and up the stairs…and Jamie isn’t exactly fucking quiet…”
Chris groaned. “Nat, you have to help us.”
