“I know,” Xavier said, looking only at me.
The chef came then. He poured the wine and brought out an appetizer course of soup. I felt so on edge that I couldn’t even eat. I picked up my spoon and then placed it back down once more, upset with myself. Why had I allowed all this to happen to me?
But Xavier started out simply with his conversation.
“You did a marvelous job today on the press release.”
“Thank you,” I murmured back, unsure. He had really ripped it apart during the meeting, and I wasn’t sure how I was meant to feel. I swallowed.
He set his spoon down. “You’re all right, aren’t you, Amanda?” he asked me.
I nodded brightly, falsely. “Of course.”
“Because you’ve been acting so strangely about us—ever
since—“
Ever since we made love so passionately on camera? I wanted to ask. I kept my mouth shut.
I bowed my head. “I’m just a little nervous about things, you know.” I laughed it off. “But this—this evening with you is all I want. It’s all I want.” I hadn’t meant for those words to come out of me, but there they were—taking up space at the table, next to the glasses of wine and the simmering soup.
He brought his hand over the table and placed it over mine, his eyes large. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
I blushed, knowing he couldn’t see it in the candlelight. I made a light joke—something I couldn’t even remember right after I said it, I was so nervous. But he laughed so jauntily that he ultimately had to hold his stomach and lurch forward, cackling.
I laughed, too. Our conversation was so fluid together. I felt our connection growing, deepening. In the back of my mind, I knew we had so many problems. I knew that if Jason caught wind of this dinner, he would have the photographs out the door and to the news sources in an instant. But in this moment, laughing with Xavier, I was free. I wasn’t a campaign manager, and he wasn’t President of the United States. We were just people who were falling in love with each other.
I could hardly eat my food, my main course, my dessert. I touched his chest, his arm. “Who were you in college, Xavier? Were you the ‘cool’ guy; were you the frat boy? Who were you?”
“Are you trying to compare me to your former college boyfriends? Because I can assure you, I did a good deal of studying. But with a 40 in my backpack at all times, of course.” He winked at me then. I clutched my stomach and laughed.
I pushed my plate back toward the center of the table, feeling so full even after only a few bites of the plump pumpkin ice cream. I licked my lips and gazed toward him, even as I caught his eyes on me. He blushed. “Would you like to go to the side room? There’s this lovely record player. I think it belonged to Carter.”
“President Carter?” I asked, laughing. “So this is the secret lair of a president. Fine foods and record players.”
Xavier shrugged. “And a few AK47s, but only for the occasional get-together.”
I laughed and followed him into the side room, where a small lamp was already set out next to the record player. I pieced through the records and found one that seemed perfect. “You like the Stones?” I asked the president, bringing the shining black circle out. It seemed to have a heartbeat, a pulse in my hands.
I placed the record on the player and set the needle, bringing the jiving music into the world. I tapped my feet and swung my dress around, remembering the glory days when music could take you wherever you wanted to go.
“Sit with me,” Xavier stated, tapping at the area on the couch just next to him. I raised my eyebrow and danced toward him, allowing myself to fall into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling a bit of the alcohol taking hold of my mind.
“I like this music,” he whispered to me. Our noses were so close together. He closed his eyes. I felt like, in this moment, everything was perfect in the world. I didn’t have to think about his wife; I didn’t have to think about Jason and what he wanted me to do. I didn’t even feel his grip around my neck anymore.
Suddenly, the president’s lips were on mine. I grew nervous and broke away in an instant, huffing lightly.
Xavier righted himself a bit, still clutching me close to him. “Are you all right? Do you want to go home?”
I shook my head, feeling his dick rising beneath me. I wanted him. I leaned toward him once more and our lips caught each other again, easing us into a strenuous makeout session. I felt his tongue over mine, needing me. Wanting me. He wrapped his arms around my body and clutched at my dress, pulling it apart in a supreme ripping motion. I cried out into the world, knowing that the Secret Service agents could hear us, just a room away.
My breasts spilled into his face and he licked at the hard, red nipples with his tongue, bringing his fingers onto my hot, dripping pussy. I whimpered, feeling the mass of him beneath me. I brought my hands to his belt and began undoing it, allowing him to come free. I held the pulsing bulge in my hand and gazed at Xavier in the eye, not sure if this moment was real. Could it be? I couldn’t be sure.
I stood, bringing him with me. We stood half-naked, kissing each other. “Oh, baby. Yeah,” I called to him as he stuck three, then four of his fingers into my dripping pussy. I felt so hot for him, so natural there before him.
Suddenly, I pushed him down on the couch. I spun around and placed my body over his, my butt toward him.
“Yeah, baby,” he called to me. He grabbed my ass with his broad hands, and I caught his hot, pulsing dick in my pussy. I felt it all the way in my G-spot as I rode him backward, leaning further and further toward his feet. He jerked a bit as he felt the pleasure of it, spanking me all the time. I felt my breasts bouncing; I grabbed his balls with my hand and caught them up around my pussy, making him sigh and call out.