Behind Closed doors

Chapter 8

After returning to the White House, Lauren had long gone home, leaving other agents to cover her duties, and Kamala had a series of late-night meetings that seemed to drag on forever. Policy updates, briefings, and endless conversations stretched into the night, but she persisted.

When the last of her advisors finally left, Kamala retreated to her private quarters, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on her. All she wanted was a hot shower to wash away the stress. She began undressing in the soft glow of the lamp, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off. As she stepped in front of the mirror, her eyes caught sight of a faint mark near her neck. She froze, her fingers brushing over the small bruise-a hickey. Her eyes widened in surprise.

The memory of Lauren's lips on her skin flashed through her mind. How had she not noticed it earlier? Kamala couldn't help the blush that crept up her cheeks. Before she thought twice about it, she grabbed her phone, took a quick picture, her breasts barely covered, and sent it to Lauren with a teasing message.

Kamala: "What the hell is this, Lauren?!"

She smirked, knowing full well what the answer would be. After sending the text, Kamala slipped into the shower, letting the hot water relax her muscles. Doug was away in New York for a couple of days, deep into some important projects, leaving her with more space to indulge her thoughts. And those thoughts always drifted back to Lauren.

After finishing her shower and wrapping herself in a plush robe, Kamala climbed into bed, exhausted but restless. When she finally checked her phone, a message from Lauren lit up the screen.

Lauren: "You know exactly what that is. I'm very possessive, you know."

Kamala's heart skipped a beat. She bit her lip, a smile creeping across her face as she quickly typed a response.

Kamala: "Are you?"

Almost immediately, her phone buzzed again. Instead of another text, it was Lauren calling. Kamala's fingers hovered for a second before she answered, her voice teasing.

Kamala: "Couldn't wait for me to reply? You're trouble. You know how dangerous that is?"

Lauren chuckled on the other end. "You didn't complain when I was doing it."

Kamala let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, well, that was different. Now I have to cover it up tomorrow, thanks to you."

"Or you could just let it show. Maybe they'll start rumors." Lauren's voice was teasing, filled with mischief.

Kamala rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips. "Rumors? About the President having a little too much fun with her bodyguard? Great idea."

"You could say it was Doug." Lauren teased, her voice laced with amusement.

Kamala let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah, sure, because Doug would definitely leave that kind of mark, plus he's in New York." She paused, her voice dropping lower, more intimate. "I wish you were here to finish what you started this morning."

Lauren's voice came through the line, low and smooth. "You're playing with fire, Madam President."

Kamala chuckled softly, turning onto her side, her body warm from the shower and Lauren's words. "Am I? Maybe I like it."

There was a brief pause before Lauren spoke again, her tone dripping with flirtation. "Do you even know what you're doing to me, Kamala? Knowing I can't touch you right now. You're driving me crazy."

Kamala's laughter softened into something more intimate. "Maybe that's the point. Besides, you seem to enjoy marking people."

Lauren's tone shifted slightly, a hint of something deeper creeping in. "Sadly, you're not mine, Kamala. You belong to your husband."

Kamala bit her lip, her pulse quickening at the possessiveness in Lauren's voice. "I don't belong to anyone."

Lauren let out a soft chuckle. "That's what you say now. But when you come to me, every time we're alone, you can't resist, can you?"

Kamala's breath hitched slightly. She could feel the pull Lauren had on her, the undeniable attraction that made her crave those stolen moments. "Maybe I don't want to resist," Kamala admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

There was a brief silence before Lauren spoke again, her voice commanding. "Come over. Right now."

Kamala laughed, a playful edge to her tone. "You know who I am, right? I can't just sneak out like that."

Lauren's reply was quick, teasing yet firm. "45 minutes, Kamala. You can make it. Don't keep me waiting."

Kamala chuckled softly, shaking her head. "You're impossible."

Lauren's voice softened, taking on a seductive note. "Only for you, babe. You know where I am. The door's open when you're ready."

Kamala's heart raced as she stared at the ceiling, the temptation tugging at her. The line stayed quiet for a moment before she finally whispered, "Goodnight, Lauren."

Lauren's voice was warm, teasing. "Goodnight, Madam President. Sweet wet dreams."

Before Kamala could protest, Lauren hung up, leaving her staring at the phone in disbelief. A slow, incredulous smile spread across her face, and she giggled like a teenager. Lauren was crazy. But she liked crazy.

For a moment, Kamala lay there, contemplating the absurdity of the situation. Could she really do this? Just slip away for the night? Every rational thought told her it was impossible, reckless even. But the idea of being with Lauren, of feeling her hands and lips on her skin again-it overpowered her sense of logic.

With a quick glance around her room, Kamala made her decision. She slipped into a simple, dark coat over her blouse and slacks, hoping it would help her blend in. Pulling her hair back into a loose bun, she added black sunglasses. She quietly called her personal security team, keeping her tone casual.

"Can you ensure everything is secure for the night? I need to go somewhere, and only James, the driver, will accompany me," she said calmly, as if there was nothing unusual about her request.

After receiving confirmation, Kamala made her way through the private halls of the White House. There was a private exit only she and a few trusted individuals knew about-one meant for quick, unnoticed exits in emergencies. Tonight, though, she was using it for something far more personal.

Once outside, she slipped into an unmarked car driven by James, who could be trusted with her discretion. The ride to Lauren's apartment was short, but every second felt like an eternity. Her heart thudded in her chest, excitement and fear swirling in equal measure. When the car pulled up outside Lauren's building, Kamala hesitated for a moment. The magnitude of what she was doing hit her-but only for a second. She was already in too deep.

She slipped out of the car and headed to Lauren's door, her footsteps light but purposeful. When she reached the door, she barely had to knock before it swung open. Lauren was there, standing in the doorway, her expression cool but her eyes dark with hunger. Before Kamala could say a word, Lauren pulled her inside with a firm tug, slamming the door behind them. The next second, Kamala was in her arms, their bodies colliding as Lauren pressed her against the wall. Kamala's breath caught in her throat as Lauren's hands slid to her waist, pulling her even closer.

"I knew you'd come," Lauren murmured, her lips brushing against Kamala's ear.

Kamala's voice was barely a whisper. "You're impossible, you know that?"