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Ramirez meets me near the subway entrance. I follow him down, through a back service door, and down a series of twisting tunnels. Eventually we go through a heavy, well-guarded door, and walk up into the residence.

A secret tunnel into the subway system. Of course.

I wonder what other secret tunnels exist. I’m sure there are more.

“He’ll see you now,” Ramirez says as I walk up the steps. “Go right up.”

I head down the hall and into his private living room. He’s sitting with his shirt unbuttoned at the top, his jacket hung over the arm of a chair, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

I shut the door behind me with a soft click. I didn’t notice any other security agents out as I came down the hall, which is odd.

“Adam,” I say. “Are you okay?”

“Long, shit day.” He sighs. “Come here.”

I bite my lip and go to him. I lean down and kiss him, slow and deep. He tastes like whiskey and anxiety and himself. It’s still intoxicating.

“I’m sorry,” I say softly. “I don’t know how she knows that we’re still seeing each other.”

“I do,” he says.

“How?”

“The Secret Service.”

I stare at him stupidly for a second. “Really? I mean, they’re… they’re the Secret Service.”

“I’m aware,” he says, sighing. “But they’re the only ones that knew. Twice now it leaked. It has to be someone on my security detail.”

“Oh, shit, Adam.”

I kiss him again and sit in his lap. He hugs me tight.

“Fucking asshole,” he whispers. “But hey, at least the speech on the Senate floor went well.”

I laugh as he grins at me. “Sure, only a little booing.”

“The media loved it.”

“They did.” I frown. The media’s response has been mixed. Fox News hates the idea of universal healthcare, of course, but other publications are a little more lenient.

I don’t know what the American people are thinking, not yet at least.

“Initial polls are mixed,” I admit. “But I think we can get there.”

“Thanks,” he says, grinning. “I think we can get there, too.”

I sigh, kiss him again. “You’re stressed.”

“I’m stressed,” he confirms. “I’m the damn President. I’m always stressed.”

I push off him, drop to my knees in front of him.

He looks down at me. I can see the desire burning in those beautiful eyes.

“I want to help you,” I say softly. “Can I help you, Daddy?”

“What did you have in mind?” he asks, tipping my chin up.

“I don’t know,” I whisper. “Maybe I can suck your cock until you come. Maybe I can suck you dry. Swallow every drop.”

I can see the desire overwhelm him. I can see how much he loves it when I talk like that.

And I love it too. I feel a thrill running through me.

He’s been so good to me. He’s taken care of me, given me what I want.

Now it’s my turn to help the President.

This is just what I need to do for my country.

Fortunately, I really, really want to.

“Maybe you can,” he says softly.

I pull at his belt, get it unbuckled. I unbutton his pants, pull down his fly. I start to massage his cock over his boxer briefs as he leans down and kisses me.

“Every day I think about you,” he whispers. “I think about what you feel like from the inside, how you taste when I kiss you, how you taste when I lick your little pussy. I can’t get you off my fucking mind.”

“I feel the same way,” I say. His cock is stiffening under my hand, so I pull it from the slit in his briefs. I take him and slowly stroke him, looking up into his eyes.

“I’m the most powerful man on the planet, at least that’s what they tell me. And yet all I care about is you.”

I bite my lip. I sit up and he kisses me again. I have so many conflicting emotions running through my mind, and I don’t know what’s real.

I don’t know if he means what he’s saying, but I have no reason not to believe him. I don’t know if I should let myself get deeper into this when I know it’s such a risk.

He has a leak. His own security can’t be trusted.

If any of this got out, everything would be over. We could forget about healthcare as we know it.

But he feels too good for me to let go. I can’t drag myself away. Staring up into his eyes, it drives me absolutely insane.

This man, this powerful man. He can do whatever he wants.

Control anything. Destroy whole countries.

And yet here he is, in the palm of my hand.

I dip forward, take his cock between my lips. I lose myself in sucking his cock, taking him as deep as I can manage.

“Fucking hell, Maggie,” he whispers. “This is what Daddy needs. Your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking me nice and hard.”


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