Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

KENAN

Garner Ashley was dominant in almost every aspect of his life. He was a strong, confident leader; an intelligent, capable attorney; a controlling, care-taking older brother; and a commanding president.

But in my fantasies, he was never dominant with me.

Now, here, when I'd finally gotten him in my arms, I could tell he was already unsure of himself. If I knew him well, and I was sure I did, he was beginning to panic.

And this time, it wasn't about the failed coup.

"Take a breath," I said firmly.

He tried pulling away, but I held strong.

"Stop thinking," I growled, annoyed at how predictable he was.

"I… I need to… we shouldn't…" He struggled again, so I let him pull back, but I kept my hands on his hips so he couldn't go far.

"Talk to me," I urged in a low voice.

"I've put you in an unthinkable position. I'm sorry."

I met his eyes, verdant green and deep as the Mariana Trench. "Do I look like I'm somewhere I don't want to be? Do I look like a man who can't extricate himself from an unwanted embrace?"

His cheeks were flagged with pomegranate red. "Commander…"

"Kenan."

"K-Kenan…" His eyes flicked back and forth between mine while he tried to work out what to say. I pulled one hand off his hip to cup his cheek. My thumb ran across his evening stubble.

I debated whether or not he was ready to hear it. Ultimately, I realized the answer was no. He was definitely not ready to hear it. But his need for release and connection was too strong to ignore.

"I want you," I said. "I want you more than I've wanted anything before. But it's not about me. I think you need to get out of your head for a while. Stop fucking thinking and just let yourself feel."

As I spoke, his eyes grew wider. "What are you saying?"

I stepped closer and brushed the front of my pants against his. The heat from his erection pressed against mine despite the multiple layers of fabric separating the two. "I'm saying I want you to suck my cock."

My own words surprised me. I'd planned to suggest he lie back and let me pleasure him, let me tease and torture him until all he could think about in this room tens of thousands of feet above the earth was the moment I would finally relent and let him come.

But as soon as the words were out, and I saw them ignite something deep in his eyes, I knew my subconscious had somehow known exactly what he needed.

I lowered my voice and leaned in to brush my lips against his ear. "Your lips stretched wide around my cock. Saliva dripping down your chin. Your hands shaking as you fight against the urge to take yourself in hand. That's what I want."

His entire body trembled. "That's ridiculous." His words were breathy, a weak attempt at brushing me off. "You… you can't want…"

I let out a deep laugh. "I want. Believe me, Mr. President . I definitely want ."