Her Secret Service (Jane Roe 1) by Jason Letts (sites to read books for free TXT) 📗

But the giddy feeling and the tingling of her lips wiped away her concerns. Come what may. She would tackle it with Alex.

“Alright,” she said, and he did a double-take as if he couldn’t really believe that he’d managed to convince her.

“And maybe along the way I’ll persuade you to vote for me next time.”

Jane laughed loudly enough for it to echo throughout the garden.

“I’ll keep an open mind. That’s what I always try to do,” she said.

Even though her heart was beating fast, she began to realize the evening was getting colder. He noticed when she rubbed the sides of her arms. The workout clothes she wore were not nearly enough for a frosty spring night.

“Let’s get inside,” he said.

They walked through the garden side by side, and when they stepped back into the White House Jane felt like she could already sense the difference. Being around Alex was disarming and empowering at the same time, but regardless of the arrangement they’d come to the moment would have to end sooner or later.

“We’ll see what the next step is. At least the ride back won’t be long. I’ll have to get used to riding in limos like these,” she said, glancing down the hallway that would take her back the way she came in.

But her attention got jerked away when Alex took her hand and gave it a tug.

“I don’t think so. If we’re going to do this, you’ve got to play the part.”

He pulled her in another direction, and as they passed the Roosevelt Room and the Presidential Dining Room, Jane began to gather where he was taking her. The stairwell was around the next corner, leading up to the Residence.

His warm hand sent her signals that he wasn’t finished after that kiss, and along the way they passed Secret Service agents she knew and had overseen one after the other. They would all know what was happening, what she and him were doing. She’d have to tell Vale that she’d found herself a new position after all.

The last agent standing outside the thick mahogany doors leading inside the Residence on the second floor was Evans. Jane had always been the type to keep her secrets, especially when it might make others uncomfortable, but part of the deal had to be coming to terms with how him and the other agents would hear every moan and grunt that came out of their mouths.

Evans was still as a statue when Jane gave him the slightest nod as Alex pulled her through the doorway.

On the other side, with the door shut, Jane marveled at what she was seeing. From the crystal chandeliers, the grand piano, the beautifully upholstered couches, and the generally tidy and tasteful decor, it was hard not to be swept away by arguably the most exclusive living space in the world. The stunning windows with their arched shape looked out over D.C. and the mall in a way that made it seem like it all belonged to him.

If that wasn’t breathtaking enough, the sight of Alex loosening his tie only made the environment more thrilling.

“You don’t mind if I get a little more comfortable, do you?” he asked, and fortunately she had the same thing in mind.

“Let me help you with that,” she said, stepping closer to him and pulling the tie out of its knot. After casting it carelessly on the couch, Alex pulled her close again for another passionate kiss. He’d brought her there to find someone to play the part of a partner, but it was looking like she’d successfully negotiated herself into the real deal. At least ostensibly alone compared to the Rose Garden and its windows, Alex was much freer with his hands, which brushed against her thighs, hips, and breasts.

She’d spent so much time reading about his sex life that a lot of what was going on already felt familiar, as if this wasn’t even their first time together. The way he wrapped her up in his arms, his bright red boxer shorts, how he liked to kiss her neck, which felt so good. When she ran her hands down his lower back, the sounds that came out of his lips were all pleasure.

“We’d better be quiet or they’ll hear us outside,” Jane said with a wink.

“They’ll have to get used to it,” Alex said.

He peeled off her workout clothes, the leggings and then the top. And, no, unlike with Leslie Hodge he didn’t have a problem sending her bra to the floor along with all the rest of her clothes. Jane undid the buttons on his shirt, running her hands on his shoulders as she slipped it off. He was up against her with his lips on hers, making it difficult for her to tug down his shorts.

They were tripping over each other as he pushed her backward in the direction of what she assumed was the bedroom. Forcing herself to look back just so that she didn’t end up falling or colliding with anything, she saw the bed in the Residence’s master bedroom suite, with a sturdy wooden frame and a rich gray and silver comforter that made the whole thing look like a luxurious floating cloud.

She got distracted comparing it to her bed, which looked like something that belonged in an orphanage or flophouse, until Alex’s hand on her jaw brought her focus back to him. He had a devilish grin on and nothing else, and between the look in his eyes and her giddy feelings it was almost enough to make her laugh. He lifted her up and tossed her on the shiny, soft comforter, climbing up after her.

There were some parts of what was going on that seemed all their own. She grazed her fingertips over the scabs on her calf that he’d gotten from the bicycle crash. He held her hands over her head so that he could kiss her chest. No one had written about him doing that. She was ready when he couldn’t