"So Mr. President," Lazailya purred from the bed. She leaned against the headboard. Her legs rubbing against each other, seductively. "Did you get my message?"
Adrian chuckled before loosening his tie. "I did Little Miss, but why don't you remind me of what it said."
"Well," she began, licking her lips provocatively, "I sent a message to the President that read, 'I need my Daddy. Now'."
Adrian wrapped a hand around Lazailya's ankle and gently pulled her to the edge of the bed, moving her legs on either side of him.
"And exactly what do you need your Daddy to do?" Adrian asked while running his hands up and down the side of her legs causing nothing but illicit thoughts to run through both their heads.
She leaned up and took hold of the loosened tie before pulling him down on top of her.
"Well, you are the President of the United States, I'll let you issue an executive action on that matter."
He smiled, "Oh, you'll 'let me' huh?"
"Unhuh." She giggled staring at his lips all the while pulling him down, slowly.
He shook his head, "Oh, little girl." He whispered before his lips touched hers gently.
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President Adrian Delacroix, dark, methodical, sexy, and powerful. The youngest President of the United States, at the age of 35, and one of the few who was elected to office single.
Lazailya Fyre, sweet, loving, gentle, and kind. She just happens to be the perfect nanny for POTUS's nephew.
Will Adrian give into his suppressed desires and make Lazailya his First 'Little' Lady or will she realize that being the President's Little is more dangerous than you can even imagine?
This is a novel, not a short story.
"I'm not going to apologize for you being my mate because I would rather have no one else but I do wish you didn't have to deal with the hardships", I tell her, sincerely sorry for the stress she now has because of me.
She puts her head down again and stares at our hands.
I place my other hand on her palm so that her hand is sandwiched between my own.
She smiles, still looking down and places her hand on top of the hand sandwich I made.
I take my hand and place it underneath her chin. I push upwards so that she's looking me in the eye.
She gives a small smile then her eyes well up. A few tears cascade down her cheeks. I wipe them away wishing they had never appeared.
Taya whimpers then bites her bottom lip, I assume to keep from crying any further.
I place my hands on the sides of her face and lean in. Slowly I place a kiss on her forehead, then her nose then each cheek. She closes her eyes so I press a kiss onto each eyelid. Then the corners of her mouth. Finally I kiss her lips.
Jesse and Taya are soul mates, their love developing rather quickly but is their love strong enough to make it through the mating rights?
This book contains mature content. Please do not read if you are sensitive to violence, sexual scenes, adult language and other mature content. Have a nice time.