Chapter Nine

Sarah

I t was a mistake. I knew it. But as he guided me down to the couch, I couldn't stop it. Couldn't pull back. Like seeing a car crash about to happen. It was inevitable, and I was at its mercy.

A cascade of memories buried me in a tidal wave of arousal, one after another as they pummeled my brain into submission, even as Levi pinned my arms to the back of the couch, holding them above my head.

I was his for the moment, and there was no fighting it. Anger and arousal were too closely intertwined, and all it took was one proper interruption to switch gears.

Levi knew exactly when that was with me. I hated it, but I didn't stop it either. It had been so, so long since I'd been touched. No, not touched. Manhandled. Ordered around, with the full knowledge that by giving him what he wanted, I would get what I needed .

His hand ran up my side, grabbing my breast. Just the touch of him was igniting nerve endings and filling my body with hormones it hadn't experienced since … since … I forgot what I was thinking about when he kissed my neck and along my collarbone, melting my mind slowly from the inside.

A part of me tried to justify my near instant caving to his advance by reminding myself I was stuck there, so I may as well make the most of it.

Of course, I'd been at his home less than twelve hours. I could probably have gotten away with playing hard to get for at least a full day. No, the truth was I wanted to get fucked. I'd missed Levi and his cock. Countless were the nights where my fingers had plunged below my waistline to find my pussy already soaking at some memory or another. The orgasms I'd had in his honor were innumerable.

So, justifying it by saying I was stuck here was flimsy and a lie. The truth was I didn't know how to resist him. He was my kryptonite. The years were sliding away as fast as he slid his hand down my body and around my ass, squeezing it tight. Without thinking, I wrapped my legs around his waist. His cock was rock hard in his pants, and that movement allowed him to press it fully against my pussy.

Just like that, I was back in the alley outside the pub where we'd first crossed paths. A dozen feet from the busy sidewalk and nothing but a dumpster between us. He'd hiked my skirt up over my ass and, with a snarl I knew had to have been heard, ripped my thong right off me.

If I hadn't been ready before, I was then. It was so hot in the most over-the-top way possible. But nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of his cock first plunging into me. I'd opened my mouth to criticize him for going slow.

But then he pressed inside me, and I squeaked in surprise, pain, and excitement as my fingers tightened around a protrusion on the dumpster. He was big . The biggest I'd ever had, and his thick shaft took up every inch of me. It was well over a month before I could take him fully inside me. When I did … nothing compared to that feeling. That fullness .

I was sure someone must have come down that alleyway to investigate the cries. Being quiet was never a strong suit of mine. Not that I could remember. Maybe Levi had scared them away. I was too busy holding on for dear life as he railed me in public mere hours after meeting.

It was the first of many occasions like that with him. There was just too much intensity to want to turn it down. Just like now. It was dumb. I knew that. Yet as he lifted my shirt and bra up to expose my nipples to his eager mouth, I just didn't care.

I arched up into him with a moan at the heavenly sensation of his tongue swirling around the hardened tips, sucking, even ever-so-gently nibbling on them. He was good .

More clothing flew off in a flurry of movement, until I was naked and he was in little more than his underwear, his hard cock easily visible. My mouth watered a little at the idea of sucking on it. I bit my lip, watching him as he dropped to his knees.

Neither of us had said a word. But we didn't need to. It wasn't our first time. Just the first in a long time.

Five years, eight months and fifteen days, to be precise. Or was it sixteen?

His tongue caressed my clit, and any coherent thought was obliterated by the pleasure burning its way through my mind like a laser beam. I moaned and cried out.

It wasn't fair . He was too good. No man that hot should be that good in bed. I was always told it was a tradeoff. One or the other. Levi had it all. A little short on brains, perhaps, but good lord, was he a master of my body.

Moments later, I was a twitching, shaking mess, held firm by his arms under my legs as I rode the glowing high of my first good orgasm by another person in many years.

Levi stood. First, he dropped his boxers, and I watched his cock spring free, unconsciously biting my lower lip, eager anticipation to have him inside me rushing through my body. He raised a hand to his mouth, wiping away my juices as they dripped onto his chest. He ran that same hand across his cock, leaving the tip glistening as he transferred the wetness.

I adjusted on the couch, shoving cushions aside to prepare to be fucked into oblivion, eager to have him inside me, to fill me until I—

Something fluttered to the floor as I moved.

The world stopped.

"No, wait!" I cried as Levi bent over to pick it up.

"What's this?" he asked … and turned over the picture of Jakub and me that I'd been crying over before he arrived home.

Coldness washed over me, clearing out the intense arousal and replacing it with fear as the bottom of my stomach dropped out. I reached for whatever clothing was nearby, clutching it to my naked body, knowing it didn't matter. He'd seen it before, and the air still reeked of my vagina. But in that moment, I was vulnerable and wanted some sense of protection.

"Sarah," he said slowly, with far too much calm. "You … you …"

The calm fell apart, replaced by discomfort. Unease wrinkled his forehead, while his mouth worked like it was trying to swallow something distinctly sour and unpleasant.

"Yes. I'm a mother," I said, forcing the words out. Not because I was ashamed of them. Far from it. I was proud of my little Jake and how he was turning out as a human being.

My hesitancy was borne from fear. Fear for what happened next. Fear that Levi might be better at telling a child's age from a photo than most men were.

Fear he would ask who the father was.

"But …"

I pulled on my pants and shirt. Undergarments didn't seem like a big deal in that moment.

"Yes," I told him, staring him down as he said it. "You made me abandon my son to come be your little plaything."

He glanced at the couch, where seconds earlier we'd been about to fuck. I recognized the mild hypocrisy in my voice, acting like I hadn't been a willing party. It didn't matter. Not then. Not with everything piling back down on me.

"I'm sorry." He shook his head, tugging uncomfortably on his chin as everything came crashing down. "I didn't know. You didn't tell me ."

"When would I have had the chance to? I never saw you after you went to tell the president what you wanted done with me. You never asked me, Levi. Although I thought I made things fairly clear when you humiliated me in front of my team in the White House."

He waved that off. "I thought you were just playing the part in public!"

I stared at him. "Are you serious? Since when have I done that with you? When have I ever pretended? I know it's been a long time, but don't give me that bullshit. You were caught up in your little power trip, thought you could have me all for yourself, and didn't care about the consequences."

The wide-eyed look told me all I needed to know.

"I should have figured."

Stepping forward, I plucked the photo I'd snuck in with me—we were supposed to bring only the clothes on our back—and walked to the guest room I'd seen during my tour. At the time, Levi had made it clear I would be sleeping in his room, but I didn't plan on giving him a choice about it now.

"Wait."

I hesitated, caught by the tone of his voice. The hardness of someone with something important to say. I glanced back, giving him time to speak.

"I didn't know," he said. "And I'm sorry. If I had known you had a child, I … I would've done things differently, Sarah. Please. That was not my intention. Please, you have to believe me."

Blowing air out of my nose, I almost smiled. "Oh, I believe you, Levi. Don't worry."

You're far too self-absorbed for me to think there was an ounce of maliciousness behind it.

"Good," he said.

I turned to go.

"I'm going to make it right."

Every muscle in my body locked up as he said those words to my back. Words I'd wanted to hear. Hoped to hear.

"You are?" I asked, scarcely allowing myself to believe it.

"Yes." He nodded. "I promise, Sarah. I will fix this. I will. I just wish you'd told me sooner."

My heart nearly exploded.

"Oh, Levi, thank you!" I dropped my clothes and ran over to him, leaping to give him a giant bearhug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I'm so glad you understand where I'm coming from."

I kissed his cheek. And again. Then his lips, overjoyed at the prospect of seeing Jake again.

"It's going to take a couple of days to get permissions arranged," he said. "Okay?"

"That's fine."

I'd been away from Jake for that long before. Sometimes I was assigned to other details that required me to accompany certain figures on longer trips where they needed beefier security. A week away would never be something he'd remember down the line.

And I would get to go home and see him again.

"Thank you," I said, pulling his face around and kissing him on the lips. "I didn't think you had it in you."

He frowned. "I'm not an asshole, Sarah. I don't think. Let me rephrase. I try not to be an asshole, Sarah. You're a mother. That's … that's important. I can't keep you two apart. I'm not cruel."

I clung to him tighter as my arms tired. Without thinking, he put both hands under my ass, holding me in the air.

I smiled at him, feeling his cock twitch. It was hard to blame him with a naked woman pressed against him.

Empowered by the knowledge I was going home, I slowly ground my hips against him.

Levi's eyebrows shot up. "What are you doing?"

"Thank you for understanding how important being a mother is to me," I whispered, repeating the motion over and over, loving the sensation of his cock growing harder and harder.

If I was only going to be among the dragons for a few days, I was definitely going to make the most of it. Then I would go home.

To my son.

Then Levi took control, flipping me over and putting me onto my knees on his couch, his cock teasing my pussy from behind, and my thoughts broke apart.

"Ready?" he teased.

I nodded and tensed, waiting.