Prologue

What do you do when you hold the highest office in the United States of America, a widower with two teenage children, a politician who is entering his second term as President of the United States, and a man who is slowly crumbling inside under the strain and pressure of his demanding and closely scrutinized job?

What do you do when your most trusted Secret Service Agent retires and he is replaced by a man so deliciously beautiful, but yet so unapologetically controlling that he awakens that hidden part of your sexuality that has laid dormant within you. You know the secret side of yourself that you’ve spent a lifetime repressing.

Someone please explain, how are you suppose to hide your feelings of attraction, lust, and your basic primal need for this Alpha male when all you want to do is strip naked, and offer yourself to the man like you are some kind of pagan sacrifice?

What does the ruler of the free world do when he finds himself wanting to be ruled and dominated by someone, and not just anyone, but another man. A man that has sworn his very life to protecting you? Finding the answers to those questions is no doubt going to be life changing, of that I am sure.

Disclaimer

This M/M story is a work of fiction. It is not meant to offend the prestigious office of the United States President, it is meant to show the diversity and reality that love is love whether it is between a man and woman, a man and man, or woman and woman. There are places mentioned in this book that are actual places but the references made towards the places and the people are not one of reality but that of a fictional story plot solely made up in the author’s mind. The models and photos used are not for monetary gain, they are only there to provide a visual towards the plot line only. Please be advised that the models lead their own lives separate from how they are interpreted in the storyline. Their images will not be used for professional publishing of this story or any others without their expressed and written consent. Again this story is a work for pure fiction, the people, places, objects, and references to real life entities are not real. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this story.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

(Male Model Laurence Nicotra as my vision of what President Jaxon Allen looks like)

Jaxon

“Ugh.” I groaned in protest as I rolled over and slapped the alarm to silence the offensive racket it was making before throwing the pillow off my head and rubbing my tired eyes. It’s exactly 4 a.m. in the morning, and I dragged myself out of bed and headed for my en-suite bathroom. Any minute now David was going to be coming through my bedrooms doors whether I was ready or not with Colin bouncing happily behind him holding another one of his life altering protein shakes. According to him and his current men’s health Guru, I must drink all of the blended concoction before he puts me through the tortures of my daily workout. The only nice thing I have to say about the entire exercise routine is that I’m fit enough to dodge bullets if need be.

Thank the good lord that dodging gunfire or crazy people trying to put an end to my term in office before it’s my time to go hasn’t cropped up so far. As a matter of fact, I am humbled by the fact that America has voted for me to begin my second term in office as their President. One would think that after a full day of pageantry and speeches. Spending hours outdoors on the streets of Washington D.C., in the freezing January weather as I thanked America for giving me the privilege to lead them for another four years would entitle a man to a day off.

But of course not, it’s business as usual. So, here I am at the butt crack of dawn to get ready for my day. First on my agenda is my workout with Colin, my personal trainer. My daily kickboxing sparring match with David, the lead Secret Service Agent of my security detail is also included in the two hour long session. Then it’s off to the showers where I’ll make myself presentable for the rest of my day. By 7 a.m., I’ll be seated for breakfast with the girls followed by sending them off to school.

Once again David will join me as I make my way to the Oval Office where I’ll meet with Chenille, my personal secretary and review my schedule for the day and read my morning reports of events happening in the nation and around the world since the time I went to bed the night before. I’ll move on from there to meet with my National Security Advisor and get the classified briefings on issues that may pose a possible threat to the nation’s security. Congressional and legislative meetings will take up the remainder of my morning.

Then of course I have to squeeze lunch in with whomever it is who is vying for 15 minutes of my time for me to hear about whatever the issues or concerns that will warrant my attention within the upcoming days. After all of this I will most likely spend the remainder of the day on the phone talking to leaders around the world. By early evening, I will make an appearance to greet people visiting the White House which is one of the favorite things to do on despite my hectic schedule.

Dinnertime to late evening is spent with my girls, Elizabeth who is seventeen and Catherine who is sixteen. I’m eternally grateful that my children are as grounded and level headed as they are. Many parents of teenagers, especially teenage girls compares raising them to living in hostile territory filled IED scattered all over the place. My girls have grown up under the pressure and scrutiny of the entire world, and they had to do so without the guidance of a mother. In the early years after colon cancer suddenly ripped Heather away from us. My mother had stepped in as their maternal figure for a time, then it had been left up to me and a promise to my deceased wife to raise them to the best of my ability and never let a day go by that they didn’t feel loved.

My first two years in office had been a trial for me. Not only did I have to deal with all the responsibilities that came with running a country. I had to pull up my big boy pants and stay strong as I also dealt with the sudden death of my wife, grieving prepubescent girls, and the whole world watching the tragedy of my life unfold right before their eyes. Despite all of the pain and those dark days of guilt and misery eating me alive, I’d managed to shield the girls from most of it and let them heal their wounded hearts in moderate privacy. I was able to be a dad, the country had understood when I literally put my office on hold in order to be there for my children.

I’m not going to sugar coat anything, because the entire situation with the death of my wife according to my poll managers seemed to have endeared me to the public hence my unprecedented victory at the polls for my second term in office. I’m sorry to say that I could’ve cared less about the American people at the time. My wife, my best friend, the one person who knew the real me was gone. The mother of my children, my confidant, my number one cheerleader from the very first day in college had received the diagnosis to colon cancer six weeks into my first year in office.

Three months later after all the chemotherapy and surgeries, she was fighting just to breathe on her own. It would take another two months before she couldn’t fight anymore and she passed away in a haze of pain medication and promises from me to never let the girls forget the remarkable woman she was. Heather left her beauty, her grace, her intelligence and her poise behind in the form of our daughters. Although, they’ll always be my little girls, I recognized the fact that they were young women now.

Elizabeth was on the cusp of going away to college and Catherine was busy paving her own road towards the halls of higher education as well. They’re both honor students in that prestigious private school they attend. Elizabeth wanted to pursue her Medical Doctorate and go into research. I am sure that decision is influenced by her mother, and Catherine wanted to pursue law. God bless her, we’ve had many a heated debate over the collective issues that have passed my desk and those I have presented to congress myself. Catherine would make a fine attorney, just as her sister will make a brilliant researcher. Her work so far on a high school level is impressive, I am sure they will continue to make both Heather and I proud.

“Good morning Mr. President. I trust you slept well and you’re prepared for your morning workout.” David stated the minute I set foot outside of the walk in closet.

“I slept just fine. Thank you David. How are you this morning?” I replied as I sat down on the divan to put on my trainers.

“The same old, same old Sir. I recall we have to have a discussion sometime today about changes in your security detail. But that can wait, Colin is waiting with your morning shake.” He held my bedroom door open for me after scanning the hallway with a mischievous smile on his face.

“You know as head of my security, you can do something about me having to drink those things.” I mumbled as I swept by him and into the silent hallway.

David did have the audacity to laugh outright in my face. If he wasn’t the only other person other than my late wife whom I considered my best friend, I’d have him removed from my security line up and send to Antarctica or somewhere equally unappealing. “It is because of me that you drink those protein, vitamin shakes. They are good for you and your physician swears they are keeping your immune system healthy, and we all want you healthy now don’t we?”

Flipping him off, I continued on my way to the indoor gym with the idiot whistling happily away behind me. I nodded a greeting to other agents I passed on my way to my destination. This house never sleeps. Some days, I feel like an awestruck little kid as I wandered the halls and looked at the portraits of all the other men who served in this very office before me. I wondered sometimes if it was a joke. Was it meant for me to be here in the ranks of such greatness? Was I worthy?

“Ah…There you are President Allen. Here, drink up so we can remain on schedule.” Colin shoved the chilled tumbler filled to capacity with a thick cream colored liquid in my hand.

“So I take it Vanilla is the flavor today.” I mumbled before putting the container to my mouth and began chugging the contents praying that the taste wouldn’t linger in my mouth.

“Yes, Sir. Vanilla protein power, pineapples, bananas, your multivitamins, omega oils, echinacea, garlic, ginger root, and vanilla almond milk. Simple but packed with everything you need to make the most of your exercise routine.” He responded as he took the empty glass from my hand. I had to take a minute to allow the concoction to settle before I started my warm up stretches. I didn’t want that shake coming back up through my nose when I bend over to stretch my legs and back.

Between Colin and David, both men put me through a grueling exercise routine with a little too much glee written all over the smug faces. I was wet from head to toe, sweat dripped off my body like someone had hosed me down with a water hose. But I had to admit, I felt great. My heart is pumping and my mind is clear. I’m ready to tackle my day. Hopefully there was nothing to stressful to deal with today. The last four years have been taxing, but I’d set out to do what I’d wanted to do.

Health care coverage free or at low cost for those who otherwise couldn’t afford it. Further legalizing the rights of LGBTQ couples and their fight for equality. Holding on to social security and medicare benefits by the skin of our teeth, and my greatest accomplishment was to bring our military boys and girls out of the desert and back to their bases and families with a solid peace treaty in place. Every accomplishment had it’s cost though. With every win it felt like I had to fight with the very pieces of my soul to get things done. Sometimes I was left down to the bone exhausted and weary. Many times I felt like just packing my children and telling Congress to go fuck themselves.

But I couldn’t do that. I’d made a promise to the people of this wonderful country and I aim to keep it. They’ve elected me to serve them for another four years in office, and I was going to give them the best I can until the day I step down and hand the reigns over to whomever wins the office. I thanked Colin for not killing me and wished him a good day. David once again escorted me to my bedroom and I showered and dressed for the day.

By the time I was done, David, bless his efficient heart was right there waiting for me, shaved and impeccably dressed in his dark suit. The wire for his earpiece discreetly tucked behind his ear and the stereotypical mirrored Ray Ban sunglasses in place on his face. I know for a fact that the man is completely straight and I’m a coward. As much as David manages to send my heart fluttering, I would never dare act upon those feelings. The same feelings I have spent more than twenty-five years ignoring and ruthlessly pushing them into the deepest, darkest closet of my mind. I can’t even say the word bi-sexual out loud to my own face.

Shaking my head at myself, I went to walk out into the hall but David stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Jaxon, remember to make some time for me on your schedule today. I really need to talk to you about something I’ve decided to do.”

A frown creased my face as I looked at my friend. I knew whatever it is he wants to tell me is serious, because he only uses my name when the issue between us of a personal nature. “Sure David, we’ll talk right after I see the girls off to school. May I ask if everything is alright with you?”

“Yeah Jax, everything is alright with me. It’s just about some changes I need to make, is all. We’ll talk more about it later. Those gorgeous girls of yours are waiting.” He gave me a smile as he slapped me on my shoulder. He motioned me to walk ahead of him like always and we set off to go see my babies before the disappeared for the day. I can only hope that whatever changes David needed to make either in his personal life or work life won’t permanently take my friend away from me.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

(Male Model, Stephen Ritts as my idea of David)

Jaxon

Pride caused my chest to puff out just a little more as I watched my girls being escorted out the private entrance of the house and into the waiting cars by that will take them and their security detail to school. I stood there and watched until the tail lights of their little envoy disappeared down the long winding drive leading to the first of the three security gates taking them out towards Pennsylvania Ave. From there they’ll merge onto Dupont Circle and make their way towards Sidwell Friends School, the ‘Harvard of Washington D.C.’s private schools.’ Many of Washington D. C. elite’s children have or had attended the prestigious institution.

Taking a moment for myself, I looked up at the clear blue skies over the White House and I sent a Heather a silent greeting and asked her to watch over our daughters as they go about their day. When I finished and turned back into the house of course, David was standing guard as always patiently waiting off to the side giving me the illusion of the privacy I’ve long since resigned to giving up by taking the seat of the highest public office there is.

“Alright David, you have my undivided attention.” I stated as I turned around and made my way back across the elegantly appointed foyer and into the first family’s private sitting room.

I watched the agent’s broad shoulders draw up slightly and tension radiated off his body. I quietly seated myself on the loveseat and waited for him to tell me whatever it is that is making him so nervous.

“Jax, I wanted to tell you that it’s time for me to step down and let someone younger and faster take over as head of your daily detail. One of those high level newbies with their criminology degrees and off the chart military background to jog alongside your limo and perform all the physical things required of the job that these old bones are no longer able to do.” David stated gently shaking his head as he relaxed his usually strict posture and took a seat next to me on the small sofa.

There were no words I could utter at the moment as I let my friend’s words and the meaning them sink into my suddenly befuddled brain. I’ve known David for close to twenty years. He has been with me since the start of my political career. He was there when I was Governor of my home state in Florida. He was there on my campaign trail to become president, and more importantly, he was at my side when I lost Heather and my grief wouldn’t even allow me to get out of bed. I’m not ashamed to admit that the man had to remind me that I needed to be strong, if not to honor Heather’s memory, then for my children who grieved over the loss of their mother as well.

Wherever you saw me in and out of the public eye, you saw David posted close by like a dark, dangerous Sentinel.. He’s never once called in sick. He has always been loyal and I have total faith in him. He has never been far away from my side, my shadow had to touching his shoes at all times whenever we’re out in public. David has always made me his first priority. He took his job seriously. I trusted him implicitly because I know for a fact that he would happily step in front of a bullet and give his very life for me or my children. Flabbergasted, I took the time to really study my friends facial features.

David wasn’t a classically handsome man, his face was little to sharp around the edges, but other than that, David’s character and physical power made him a stunning specimen of a man. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his six-foot-three-inch frame. When first meeting the Special Agent it’s clear to see that he’s fit, tall, and intimidating until you get to know him, then you’ll realize that he’s just a big protective teddy bear. One that could kill you many different ways with his bare hands, but a teddy bear all the same.

It occurred to me that I’ve long since been over having the mother of all crushes on David, but damn if the man still isn’t as hot as the day I’d met him, and then mortification quickly replaced my shock over David’s decision to retire. It had me shaking like a leaf on a windy day, In the back of my mind, I’ve always known that I have a thing when it came to men of authority. Especially those military type bad asses in law enforcement. Hmm…and fuck, a man in uniform, yes indeed. The type of men like my friend David here have always pushed that hidden buttons in me. That secret place that would have me opening my legs wider the Shopping Mall’s entrance on Black Friday. I shouldn’t be ashamed of these thoughts and feelings, but I was petrified of them all the same, the frigging closet case that I am.

Getting to know David over the years, the perceptive fucker figured out my closely hidden secret after literally picking me up after Heather died and putting all my pieces back together again. David has never judged me for it, if fact he’s barely even mentioned it over the years. My forbidden desires for him slowly morphed into a deep bond of friendship. I’ve met the man’s gorgeous wife, Miranda. I am actually the Godfather of his youngest daughters, Jessica who is the same age as my Catherine, our girls are close friends.

Miranda, David’s lovely wife was just as amazing as her husband, over the years, it was her who has provided a little it of normalcy for the girls by having them over to their house for sleepovers, movie nights, and low key media free birthday parties and get to togethers. I could honestly considered them more than just friends. I considered them my family. My parents were no longer alive, and I was an only child with no cousins or any other blood relatives that I knew of. So yes, the Knox family may not be genetically linked to me, but they were loved no less because of it.

“How long have you been planning this? Is there something wrong with your health that’s requiring you to step down?” Suddenly I shot forward in a panic thinking that something may actually be wrong with my friend.

David laughed and placed a calming hand on my shoulder. “I swear, I don’t understand how you manage to run the freaking country on a daily basis and not blow up some small island or something. You are such a drama queen and you tend to overreact about almost everything.”

Sniffing indignantly, I wrenched my shoulder from underneath his hand. “I do not.” I muttered and almost face palmed myself when I realized I uttered such a childish response.

“Oh no, we are not doing this today Mr. President. I am not going to be baited into a petty argument with you this morning Diva, and to answer your question, I am fine, I’m healthy. It’s just that these old bones are making it a little harder to get out of bed in the morning. My physical response times to potential threats or attackers have slowly declined, and I feel like I am not going to be able to protect you properly because I physically can’t get to you in time to prevent an assault or a bullet.” He responded and I felt like there was a vice squeezing my heart. How was I supposed to argue with such an honest self assessment statement like that? Even in this situation he wasn’t thinking about himself or even his limits, David was more concerned with not being able to see to my well being and safety rather than himself or his physical limitations.

Damn, how humbling is that? How selfish would it be for me to beg him to reconsider his decision and remain a constant protector at my side? For all his years of faithful service and more importantly, for his unconditional friendship. I should let him make this transition in his life easier, and respectfully give him all the praise and dignity he deserved.

Resigned, I turned to David and took hold one of his warm large hands in between my palms and gave him an encouraging and heartfelt squeeze. “The selfish part of me wants to beg you to reconsider your decision. But the reasonable part of me sees and understands your point, and although I truly feel that there is no one criminology degree or impeccable military training or not, is ever going to be able to fill your shoes. My only request before you go and enjoy a life of leisure and debauhery with that beautiful woman of yours, is that you personally choose your successor yourself. I’ll feel more comfortable trusting that person in their role as my personal guard knowing that you’ve hand selected them.”

David gave our clasped hands a firm squeeze before giving a smart ass response that only he can get away with. “Of course, I’m going to pick the person to replace me. I have to make sure that they’ll be able to put up with all your drama, tantrums, and demands. You are a handful my friend, and you alone have given me a majority of my gray hairs. Fucking runs to the corner store at two in the morning for snickers ice cream bars. Or riding a motorcycle around Dupont Circle in disguise to see if you can get away with it. Yeah, you are the epitome of keeping yourself safe and protected.” He chuckled before quickly jumping off the couch to dodge the swat I aimed at him for his cheekiness.

“Now with that out of the way. We have to start your day Mr. President. I am not willing to face Chenille’s wrath today if you are late to her morning briefing report.” He stated as he straightened his shirt sleeves and the cuffs of his jacket.

I rolled my eyes, but otherwise I got up with a smile on my face and straightened my own suit before looking up at my friend. I gave him a nod and just like that we set off to start my day. It was going to take some time to get used to having someone other than David walking behind me. People don’t understand how close and personal a personal security agent gets with their protectees in a situation like mine. This person is with you twenty-four seven, all day everyday for three hundred and sixty-five days a year for four years or more.They see and know everything there is to know about you.

A trickle of fear shimmered down my spine at the thought of having someone new in my life. A new set of intrusive eyes that may see more than I want them to see. Although I am sure Davis wouldn’t choose some homophobic prick as his replacement. Not that I’ll ever plan to have any kind of relationship or even a hook up with a man anytime in this lifetime. But the polls and the media have been speculating about my widowed status for a while now, and hints have been thrown out by my staff about the possibility of dating again. My response to all their speculations and polls, fuck that shit! I don’t have the will or the desire to go through finding someone who is compatible with me, not the limelight of my title as the President of the United States. I am happy just the way I am, single and free or at least I’m happy trying to convince myself that I am.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

(the gorgeous Dato Foland as my idea as Agent Mason Carter)

Jaxon

“Here you go Sir, make sure you drink this. You have three appearances today at local Elementary schools in Maryland. You’ll be reading to two kindergarten classes and one first grade class. So you’ll need the extra boost of Vitamin C to combat the precious little urchins and all the germs that comes with the darlings. We can’t having you catching the flu like you did the last time.” Chenille stated as she shoved a glass of berry flavored Emergen-C drink in my hand.

Walking around my desk in the Oval Office, I took my seat and made a face as I gulped down the gritty, tooth achingly sweet liquid until it was all gone and handed her back the empty glass. “I think you and Colin are in a conspiracy together with having me drink at these disgusting beverages that are supposedly healthy for me.”

Chenille just shrugged her delicate shoulders and rattled off my schedule for the day. She handed me the iPad tablet I used for my meetings with the Secretary of Defense, she also informed me that she has allotted a hour before dinner for me to meet with Special Agent Knox and the current Director of Secret Services. I was going to come face to face with David’s replacement later on this afternoon. I’ve had a little over two weeks to assimilate myself to the idea of my friend’s impending retirement and to be honest, I still haven’t come to terms fully with it yet despite David’s reassurances that the candidate he has chosen is a perfect match and has met all his of his strict requirements.

Well I’ll just have to suck it up and try my best to handle it the best I can. Socrates said it best after all, “The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but building on the new.” I can only hope that whomever it is my friend has chosen to replace his irreplaceable shoes, I can build a cordial rapport with them since this person is going to become closer to me than my own shadow. I’m not only trusting this person with my life, but all of my personal and business issues as well. I have asked myself if living with kind of scrutiny over the years is even worth it?

Then I think about all the changes I have managed to work with Congress and pass into fruition in order to help the American people, then yes, it is worth it in that sense. In my political career, I can honestly say that I’ve been successful. I have fought for and won my seat as the President of the United States. My father who was a long time member of the House of Representatives, and my grandfather who served as a Vice President of this country had both lived long enough to see me take office. They had groomed me all throughout my life to become great according to them, and I have done everything I could possibly do to make them proud of me.

Would I do it all over again if I knew then what I know now? The answer to that question is a double edged sword because I’m not sure. I lost Heather after months and months of pounding the campaign trail. I’d spent valuable time away from her and our children not knowing how sick she was until I’d barely spent a year in office and losing her just mere months after the greatest victory in my life. I’d felt like I’d lost so much precious time with her while I was out there chasing a dream that’s been implanted in me ever since I can remember. I wondered if I had been left alone to chose my own path in life, would I have chosen this for myself?

The more answers I sought also brought a multitude of other questions with them. Shaking my head, I tried to focus on the information Chenille was trying to have me commit to memory. Going along with most of what she was saying, I just nodded my head in all the appropriate places. I can already tell it was one of those days that’s going to require me to put my game face on and fake until I make it.

Before I knew it, I made through most of my day. I’ve managed not to strangle David to death in front of the innocent little eyes of the school children we visited today. He took great pleasure out of my dilemma when I posed for several pictures with the teachers and the children. I’ve been sneezed on countless of times, used as a human hankie, been made to share soggy snacks held in moist fat little fists, and a have some seriously dubious stains that I refused to think about their origins all over my suit. But seeing the light in those same little eyes and the abundance of energy in those children, the sheer joy they showed by just meeting me, made me feel on top of the world.

As I peeled my arms out of my soiled suit jacket and washed my hands, I mentally prepared myself for meeting the new lead agent of my security detail. From what I heard from the other gentlemen assigned to me, they’ve already met Mason Carter, and so far they have all been singing his praises. After reading the man’s file, I had to admit that I was very impressed with his experience, commitment, and training. Mr. Carter graduated at the top of his class from the United States Military Academy in West Point. He quickly worked his way up to becoming a Green Beret in the Army’s Special Forces.

Then the man went on to train and pass with flying colors at James J. Rowley Training Center as an Secret Service Officer. He’s spent most of his career overseas so far and this was a prime assignment for him. One that his Director felt that he is more than qualified for. A sentiment also shared by David as well. The officer was roughly a year or so younger than my 42 years, and that’s says a lot about him with all the experience he has under his belt for one so young. At least I can put my mind to rest about his ability to keep me safe. He seems like a total bad ass. The only hurdle now was to see if he has a compatible enough personality with me in both temperament and character.

I’ll never admit it out loud, but David is absolutely correct when he labeled me as a high maintenance Diva. I liked what I liked and yes, sometimes I’m stubborn and I rebel against the restrictions placed on me by having the need to be under surveillance all day, everyday and live my life by a strict set of rules imposed on me as the president. Sometimes I like to shake things up, much to my staff and security detail’s dismay. I’ll never do anything to outright place myself in danger, but sometimes a man needs to get his own ice cream for fucks sake instead of having it brought on a silver serving tray or with multiple warnings that your physician said you shouldn’t be eating it in the first place.

Straightening my tie, I opted to leave my jacket off for this meeting. I didn’t want to come off as being to formal anyway. Besides, my poor jacket is covered in Elementary school cooties. Hopefully as bad as Chenille’s Vitamin C drink tasted this morning, I can only hope that it does what it says it’s supposed to do and prevents me from getting sick. I don’t care what anyone says, when you catch a cold from a kid, it’s like having the mother of all illnesses. You’ll end up wishing for a quick death trying to escape the misery wrought upon your whole body.

Stepping out of the en-suite bathroom, I made my way to my desk and sat in the chair. I spun around to look through one of the floor to ceiling windows and peered at the Rose Garden outside the West Wing of the house. I had to smile as I recalled my staff hiding Easter eggs among the fragrant blooms for Elizabeth and Catherine to find during Easter time when they were younger. This house holds a lot of memories for both past and present Presidents and their respective families and staff members. I’m sure those who will follow me will make their own memories, but mine under the roof of this house have both been extremely bitter, and some achingly sweet. I have four more years, god willing under this roof and hopefully the memories from here on out will be good ones.

It hurts me that David won’t be a part of those memories, but he’ll still be in my life no matter what, so that’s a consolation at least. Swinging the chair back around after hearing the knock on my door, and I greeted Chenille with a smile as she glided into my office. I looked expectantly behind her to see if David and his guests were following her, but she closed the door behind her and made her way across the oval carpet to stand in front of my desk.

“Um, Director Sykes and Agent Knox have had a slight change of plans. They are requesting your presence the training gym.” She rolled her eyes and continued, “It seems a few of our special agents are putting Mr. Carter through his paces, and Agent Knox felt like this is a prime opportunity for you to see Mr. Carter in action while he spars with the others.”

Biting my lip to smother my smile at her more than obvious unimpressed thoughts on the subject of boys being boys and wanting to show off and impress those around them. Special Agents are no different from any other branch of military. They were all fitness buffs who have spent their lives conditioning their bodies and perfecting their fighting skills for their chosen professions. So yeah, they like to show off their hard work at every given opportunity.

I wasn’t keen on putting myself in the position to watch a bunch of sweaty hard bodies sparring with each other in the boxing ring or wrestling on the floor mats. I may have chosen to remain single, but the good lord knows all the equipment still works. I so didn’t want to spend my night rubbing my cock raw from the live show I’m being urged to watch.

But it looked like I didn’t have a choice in the matter. With a heavy sigh, I got up and followed her out of the office and down the winding hallways until we arrived at the gym.

“This is where I am going to leave you Mr. President. The testosterone level here is off the charts and I’ll like not to be overly exposed to it. I do want to have kids someday.” Chenille smirked at me before nodding at a smiling agent behind me and sauntering off back the way we came.

“Are you ready to go inside Sir?” Kevin, my alternate agent for David asked me as he rested a hand on the handle for the double door entrance to the gym.

“I might as well get this over with.” I sighed and waved my hand for him to open the door.

We entered the gym and my attention was immediately drawn to the crowd of agents gathered in the middle of the room. They were cheering and shouting encouragement at whomever was in the middle of the group. With my interest peaked, I slowly made my way over to the group and those who saw me moved out of the way but kept cheering on the sparring fighters. By the time I made it to the front of the men, I saw David dressed in a plain white t-shirt and sweatpants crouched in his fighting stance. He was poised and ready as he waited for his opponent to make his next move.

My eyes traveled across the fighting circle and I felt my breath hitch in my lungs. Jesus in heaven above, the shirtless man who was the only new face here. The muscle packed, olive skinned god had to be Mason Carter. I stood there utterly transfixed as I watched the man’s muscles ripple and the sheen of sweat accentuating ever dip and curve of his exposed skin. He had a spattering of dark hair across his sculpted chest that led a tantalizing trail over his ripped abdominal muscles and disappeared in a trail into the waist of his low hanging sweatpants.

He was a vision of sheer power and masculinity and my mouth watered at the sight of him. If I was a Nuclear Reactor, all systems would have been lit up in red, and warnings of a overload would be blaring loud and clear for all to hear. By just looking at the man, I knew there was no way I’m going to be able to work with him on such a personal and private level as my lead guard. My instant physical reaction to him made my previous crush on David look like child’s play. I had enough brain function left to kept my features blank and to keep control over my over excited body.

Turning away from the vision of perfection in front of me, I strutted out of the gym while whipping my cell phone out of my pocket. I sent sending Chenille a text message instructing her to arrange a formal meeting with David first thing in the morning. Kevin paced behind me almost at a jog with how fast I was trying to get to my private quarters. I so wanted to send him on his way, but I know that’ll never happen. The only privacy I have is in the sanctuary of my bedroom, so I changed courses and headed that way because I surely needed some time to myself right about now.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

(Mr. President indeed, OMG if only)

Jaxon

My eyes felt like someone poured sand into them and the more I rubbed them was the gritter they felt. I gave up trying to clear my vision, stumbled out of bed, and made my way into the bathroom. It was too early to be awake, but for the life of me I couldn’t sleep. My body felt like I was being roasted over an open fire.

My cock was hard enough to punch a hole in the wall, but I refused to relieve myself to the thoughts of Agent Carter and the sinfully sexiness the man represented. That would be taking it too far, I’d have no choice but to acknowledge and accept my desires for the another man, and what would be the point for me to do so. I certainly couldn’t do anything about it for several reasons.

The first and foremost, is that I haven’t even met the man. I don’t know if he is married with kids, or if he is even gay or bisexual. Not that it mattered, because secondly, it would be in very poor taste and a bad career move if he was willing to have a romantic relationship or accepted to have hook up here and there. The third and very important reason, is the thought of what my children would think of me? And I am sure that this office, and the country in general wouldn’t understand or tolerate my sexuality.

Already, I could see the leaders of the world calling for my impeachment because I dared to love another man. I could see the derogatory headlines now flashing across the news networks like CNN and MSNBC. My polls would take a nosedive and that would be the end of my political career, something I have sacrificed so much for.

Would it be worth it, just to fulfill the fantasy of knowing what a man’s touch would feel like? I don’t think so, that is why I have to take control of this situation before everything I have worked for comes crashing down on top of my head. All because I’m too weak to control my long suppressed desires.

Turning on the water in the shower, I let the water run cold and I gasped as I stepped under the freezing spray. Relief like no other set in as my rigid shaft immediately deflated. I left the water temperature where it was as I quickly scrubbed myself and rinsed the suds away. I’d have to take another shower after my workout so I’ll indulge in a long, luxurious hot shower then.

By the time I pulled on a pair of gym shorts, a shirt, and my socks and sneakers, I still had about a half hour before David was due to escort me to the gym. I decided I’ll just meet him there and save him the trouble. I shot him a quick text and shoved my phone into my pocket before heading for my bedroom door. I opened it to see Kevin standing post, and I wondered if he has been on shift since yesterday afternoon. The man looked fresh and bright eyed, so I guess he must have gotten enough rest somewhere along the line.

We exchanged greetings and I turned and headed off to the gym. Kevin kept a silent pace behind me. I guess he’ll be relieved of his detail duty when David arrives to take over. I slapped my palm against the door and pushed the panel open to enter the exercise room, and stopped dead in my tracks right there in the doorway. I had to catch myself from blurting out loud the question burning in the tip of my tongue.

All I was trying to do was to save my sanity and my career. I’d wanted to talk to David and have him find another candidate for his position. If I removed the temptation that Agent Carter represented then, I won’t be tempted to make a mistake that has potentially detrimental repercussions for me. But maybe I was putting the cart before the horse, or however that saying goes. All I know is, I’ve never been so instantaneously attracted to someone as I was to this man, and that didn’t bode well for me at all. I’d wanted to have a discussion with David in private before coming face to face with the new agent, but to my utter dismay. Agent Carter was standing just mere yards away from me in the middle of the gym doing warm up stretches with David and Colin.

“Good morning Mr. President. Here’s your shake.” Colin chirped as he hopped up, retrieved the offending beverage, and handed it to me.

David looked me over with what looked like concern etched in his features. “Rough night?” He quietly asked as he crossed his big arms over his wide chest.

I just nodded in agreement before bring the tumbler to my lips and chugged down the thick shake until it was finished. I handed empty cup back to Colin and tried not to feel awkward with all eyes in the gym on me. I decided to do what I did best, I plastered a smile on my face and I held out my hand towards Agent Carter to shake. “Jaxon Allen. It’s nice to finally meet you Agent Carter.” I gave him my best politician’s game face, but the mask almost slipped when his thick fingers wrapped around mine and a tingle of lust shivered down my spine. My mind emptied and I had to bite my tongue as I desperately tried to control my twitching cock.

“It’s a honor to finally meet you in person Mr. President.” He responded as he pumped my hand once before slowly letting it go. Lord have mercy, that voice, the deep husky timber of it along with those piercing green eyes staring so intensely back at me made me want to run away before I could embarrass myself in front of everyone.

As a matter of fact, it wasn’t a bad idea. “You know what David, I did have a bit of a sleepless night last night. I think I am going to hold off on this mornings workout. I’m going to lay down for a little while and try to catch nap at least. I’m sure I have a full agenda today and I need my wits to be sharp.” I muttered seconds before I turned and marched out of the gym for the second time in twenty-four hours.

I heard David excusing himself from the other men as he hurried to catch up with me. He silently shadowed my steps all the way to my bedroom and he opened the door for me. I breezed by him and attempted to head straight for my bathroom, but he stopped me with a hand on my arm. He quietly closed the door and focused his full attention on me.

“What was that all about back there. I’ve never seen you so flustered and flashing that fake ass, baby kissing, campaign smile. Talk to me Jax.”

My shoulders slumped and I turned towards the sofa across the room and slowly made my way over to it. I plopped down on my ass and threw my head against the back cushions. “You are going to have to find another candidate to replace you. Agent Carter is not going to work out.” I decided to just rip the bandage off and get straight to the point.

A look of surprise crossed over my friends features before he sat down next to me a rubbed both hands over his face. He blew out a long breath before he replied. “Agent Carter has been screened not only by me, but by the Director Sykes as well for the position. He is the perfect candidate. You haven’t exchanged more than that insipid greeting with the man just a few minutes ago. What could you have possibly found wrong with him before you even had the chance to talk to him?”

Feeling like an utter asshole, I realized that I really didn’t want to have this conversation. How was I going to explain this to David. By the determined set of the man’s features, I knew that there’s no way he was going to let me off the hook or take some paltry reasonings before he considered my request of removing Agent Carter from the position he’d been hired for.

“David, we’ve been friends for a very long time. You know more about me on a personal level than anyone else. I’m asking you as friend to just grant me this one request.” I pleaded in hopes that he’ll just let it go at that.

My friend got up and turned to sit on the coffee table in facing me. Our knees touched as he leaned forward and looked me directly in the eye. “Tell me why, Jax? It’s not like you not to give someone a chance. I know this change is hard for you. Hell, it took me months to come to terms with leaving your side. I’ve made it my life’s work to protect you, not just as my President, but a my friend. A man I love and respect dearly. Give me a solid reason. Did we miss something in the man’s past that is unsavory or threatening towards you? Give me something to work with here Jax.”

I shot up from my seat and paced across the room to the window and peered outside across the darkened lawns beyond the private wing of the house. “David, I’ve never had to come outright and reveal my sexuality to anyone other than Heather, and by the grace of god, that angel of a woman accepted me flaws and all. She was my everything, my wife, the mother of my children, my best friend, and my confidant. No one, not my parents, or the American public has had any reason to believe that I am a bisexual man. I’ve never been placed in a position where my sexuality would ever come into question until now.” I turned to face a now wide eyed David and I drew a deep breath and outed myself.

“The minute I laid eyes on Agent Carter, the man managed to push every button of attraction that I’d thought I buried deep within the confines of my very soul. I have never experienced such a strong attraction to anyone before, not even Heather. How am I supposed to work so closely with him and not fuck up and do something stupid and jeopardize my entire career? What will my children think? What will Agent Carter think if a slip up and he catches on that I’m lusting after him like a dog would a bone?”

David got up from his perch on the coffee table and walked over to me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and gave me a little shake before he responded. “Damn Jax, I know it took a lot for you to stand there and outright claim your sexuality, but don’t you think you are jumping the gun here a little bit. I know you are stronger than you think you are. I don’t believe for a minute that you’ll be nothing but professional when dealing with Agent Carter.”

“Give the man a chance. You’ve never acted out on your feelings for me.” He stated and I shot him a shocked glare.

“Don’t look at me like that. Like you said, I know you better than anyone else, so I knew that for a little way back when you had feelings for me. But you never acted on them and even if you did. I would have found a way to gently let you know as much as I love your sexy ass, I’d never had the inclination to hit that.” He chortled and I pushed his silly ass away from me.

“Seriously though, I’m not saying to go and grab he man’s ass or anything. But he may surprise you. Give him a chance, he really is the best candidate for the position. I won’t feel comfortable handing you over to anyone else’s care. If you can’t be the professional I know you to be, then I come out of retirement and find another replacement myself. Agent Carter is an excellent choice. He be good to you and the girls. He comes from a long line of military men, and I know his father and a few of his brothers who are still serving.” David implored and I felt some of my resistance melting away.

“Alright, for you, I’ll give it a go. Let him shadow you and learn my routine for the remainder of your time with me, and I’ll let you know before you leave for good whether this will work or not.” I stated as I pulled my shirt over my head and headed for my bathroom.

“Okay Mr. President, will do. I’ll see you in about an hour to escort you to breakfast.” He responded before I heard the bedroom door open and close.

“God I can only hope I was doing the right thing here.” I thought as I turned on the shower faucets

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

(My idea of what the gym in the White House might look like)

Jaxon

As I pinned the United States Flag pin to my lapel of my suit jacket, I refused to let my nerves get the best of me. I’ve chickened out on my morning workout again this morning because even though I told David that I’d try, I still wasn’t ready to handle being around Agent Carter as of yet. But now my time was up. David and his sinfully sexy shadow was going to arrive any minute now to escort me to breakfast with my girls. I was going to have to get to know the man and introduce him to my daughters. They were sad to see David retire, but they knew that it wasn’t going to the last of seeing him. They spend almost every other weekend hanging out at his house with his daughter, Jessica.

There was a quiet knock on my bedroom door and I squared my shoulders and gathered my coverage before walking across the room to answer it.

“Good morning Agent Knox, Agent Carter. I formally greeted them.” Trying my best to act normal and not drool over the man standing slightly behind David off to his right. The agent looked absolutely edible in his fitted black suit. His earpiece was barely visible, but it still provided him with that official look that just made my mouth water. He was clean shaven and his dark hair was just a tad longer than the usual military regulation buzz cut. Those piercing green eyes were still as intense as they were when I’d first seen them, and his wide mouth with those plump pink lips had me conjuring up some very naughty scenarios in my mind. Quickly realizing where my train of thought was heading, I immediately slammed the inappropriate line of thinking down and pushed them way into the back into the closet where they belonged.

I was determined not to give myself and my feelings of attraction towards this man away. I’m a grown man and I’m the President of the United State for Christ’s sake. I can control myself. That’s my mantra for however long I’m going to need it. I stepped out into the hallway and closed my bedroom door. It was game time.

Breakfast was an interesting affair. God bless my inquisitive girls. Elizabeth and Catherine took to the new agent almost immediately. I think the man’s rugged looks helped a bit because I’ve never seen my girls blush so much in the presence of any other of the agents. They peppered the man with questions, and it was through them that I learned Mason Carter was single. His pursuit of his career had left little free time for him to meet someone, much less start a relationship. I also learned that he was indeed a military brat and that he had four brothers, two older and two younger. Each of them were serving in a respective branch of the military.

I also learned that he was indeed one year younger than I was, so that made him 41 years old, but the man carried it well. He didn’t look a day over 35. It was the next bit of information that had me reprimanding the girls, but curious as hell for the answer although after apologizing for Catherine’s forwardness, and advised him that he didn’t have to answer the question about of whether or not it was a potential girlfriend that brought him from Fort Bragg to Washington D.C.?

The man gave me one of those cock stirring grins and boldly looked me straight in the eye when he replied. “No angel, I’m not interested in girls. If I was looking for someone special, it would have to be a man. I hope me being gay doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

Well, needless to say, you could have knocked me over with a feather. The girls both released a ear splitting squeal before gushing over the man like he was the next Messiah come to Earth. Their excitement over him showed me loud and clear how they felt about people in the LGBTQ community. I’ve been so busy hiding that part of myself that I’ve never sat down and talked to them about it. That was something I’m going to have to rectify real soon.

I’d have never guessed that the man was gay, and from the smirk curving David’s lips before he hid it by taking a sip of orange juice, I’d say the bastard was fully aware of that little bit of information. I didn’t know whether I wanted to smack the smug bastard or give him a hug. Not that it mattered, I can’t allow myself to get involved with this man even if he was as interested in me as I was in him. Once again, I shook my head to clear my head space and refused to dwell on Agent’s Carson sexuality. I just simply didn’t have the balls to do anything about these unwanted feelings he invoked in me.

Finally seeing the girls off to school, I sent another little prayer up to Heather and also asked her to help me have the strength and wisdom to handle my current situation. If she was here, she would have laughed her ass off at me and mercilessly teased me to no end about my lascivious thoughts towards the sexy officer. Heather and I were always cool like that. I’ve never given her a reason to think I was nothing other than totally faithful to her, because I was. She was my everything and she deserved my respect, my love, and my fidelity until death do us part, and there were some days I wish it had been me instead of her. Her years on this Earth were cut way too short. She still had so much to give and receive from life.

This was our routine for the next few days, and those few day turned into a week and I finally had to restart my exercise routine. I needed to get back into my exercise routine. I needed the physical activity for several reasons. One, Colin was becoming a pain in my ass, and two, my body started protesting against the inactivity. It’s literally screaming for relief from the stress and pressure of my job. Since sex was way off the table, I needed to work off the built up tension in order to relax both my mind and my body. This morning I was going for kickboxing in the ring after a mild cardio workout. I’ll ease back into weight training within the next few days.

I’d just finished pulling my t-shirt over my head when there was a knock on my bedroom door. I checked to make sure I was presentable before answering, and I was shocked to see Agent Carter waiting by himself. David was nowhere in sight.

My curiosity must have been written all over my face because the agent quickly replied. “Agent Knox sends his apologies Sir, but it seems that his daughter had a case of abdominal pain during the night and spent the evening in the Emergency Room at Walter Reed. It was just a case of gastroenteritis and the family is on their way back home as we speak. Agent Knox said he’ll return to duty later this afternoon.”

Concerned for my friend and his family, I pulled out my cell phone to shoot off a text to David. “No, no…He needs to stay home and see about his daughter, there’s no need for him to come rushing into work after spending the night worrying about Jessica. I have no scheduled appointments outside of the house today, and I’m sure you and my security team are more than capable of doing what you do best.” I tapped out a quick message telling David to stay home and keep me informed if he needed anything. David almost immediately responded with a simple, “ty, will do, and ttyl” Lord save us from texting language, but I can only imagine that must be all he capable of at the moment. My friend has to be exhausted after the night he had.

Putting my phone away, I looked up into those shimmering green eyes and felt like I almost had to cross my legs to prevent my hard on from poking straight out at the man like a heat seeking missile. Something in the way he was studying me put me on edge, and I had to lock my body in place to keep the tingles of delight from causing a full body shudder. I’m sure the agent would notice something like that. They were trained for things like that. How to read someone’s body language, their facial features, and the like. I just hoped and prayed that I’m able to control myself enough to continue to hide my feelings towards the man.

It wasn’t easy, especially with the way the agent staring so intently back at me. I fought the urge to fidget and squirm under the heat of his intense scrutiny. There was no way I’m going to be able to pull off a workout in close confines this tempting beast. We’d practically be alone together, except for Colin, who is usually in a world of his own.

“That was a very decent thing you just did for Agent Knox, Mr. President. I’m impressed. David was right about you. I was all nervous about taking this position. I didn’t know what to expect of the man who literally runs the free world. To be honest, I thought you were going to be a stuck up tyrant, but you’re actually the complete opposite. You are down to earth, cool, and most of all, you’re open and approachable, and I respect that.” He quietly stated and like a fifteen year old girl with talking to her love interest, I felt my face light up like the Rose Garden during the Christmas holidays.

“Um…Thank you.” I muttered as I looked anywhere but at him. Then the idea struck me. “You know what Agent Carter, thank you for kind words. That being said, I’ve changed my mind about working out in the gym this morning. Please gather my team and have them meet us on the jogging trail inside the perimeter of the gates.”

“Sir, I have to advise you that your last minute change of plans to go jogging is not a wise decision. The path needs to be swept properly by security. The men haven’t been on a run with you in a while, so I am sure they are conditioned to go jogging at all while carrying their weapons and managing to stay alert to their surroundings, Mr. President.” He added my title on the end of his little speech. I’m sure it’s an appeasement tactic on his part because of the scowl on my face. I deplored being told that I can’t do something because of logistics, security sweeps, and such altogether with my less than favorite response and I quote. “It’s for your safety Mr. President.” At least he didn’t utter those damnable words.

The man stood there as cool as a cucumber and stared right back at me as if challenging me to dispute his reasoning. My unimpressed glare seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever. We were having a battle of wills right there in the middle of the hallway in front of my bedroom door, and fuck if I wasn’t turning me on to the point of wanting to throw him against the wall and capturing those perfect pink lips under my own. I’m sure the man would taste just as good as he looks. I was almost panting in need. But again, I clamped my rigid control of myself and just conceded.

“Fine Agent Carson, whatever you think is best. Let’s go to the gym. I’m sure Colin is waiting for us.” I replied and turned quickly on my heels and stomped off down the hallway. I was so glad to be walking in front of the man. It gave me time to think of any and everything to get my overly excited cock to calm the fuck down.

Colin god bless him, was just the distraction I needed. I entered the gym with Agent Carer close enough on my heels for me to feel his body heat. As a matter fact, he was little too close for my comfort. I got a generous whiff of fresh soap and warm man. His scent invaded my senses, and just like that, I dropped my ass onto the exercise mat for two reasons. One, to hide my instant hard on, and two, to stretch my legs or at least make it look like that’s what I was doing.

It certainly didn’t help when the gorgeous agent sat down next to me and proceeded to contort that big, fit body into a series of mind boggling positions. Jeeezus! He’s flexible as hell, it had me wondering how many ways could a bend and twist that heavenly body around in my bed as I fucked him into a coma, or he fucked me senseless.

Colin chose that exact moment to thrust my morning shake in my hand. I didn’t even bother to complain as I tipped my head back and swallowed the entire contents in the glass like it was liquid ambrosia. No matter the taste, it felt glorious as it coated my parched throat. I almost regretted telling David to stay home. I know I have to get used to having the Agent Carson around in close and personal confines. Lord, I needed a buffer this morning to work off some stress and the agent was not anything but that. He was creating tensions of a different kind right about now, and I released a long sigh knowing that this was going to be a long ass day. The first of many to come of that I was sure.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

(The Green Room of the White House)

Jaxon

It was David’s last day on duty. As of 5 p.m. this evening, my best friend is living a life of leisure, the lucky bastard. Chenille had arranged for my innermost staff members and the rest of my security detail to have a sort of farewell tea arranged for him in the Green Room. Some of David’s favorite finger foods were prepared by the chefs and served. There was also a cake with the Presidential Seal on it.

The writing on the massive sheet cake wished him a happy retirement. Most of his fellow White House assigned agents were in attendance as well as his Director. It was a bittersweet moment for me. The girls were also there, along with David’s wife Miranda and his daughter, Jessica. I was happy to see that she’s gotten over her bout of illness from the previous week.

Even David’s twenty-two year old son, Marc made an appearance. He’d managed to get time off to attend this little get together from his Commanding Officer, and he made the trip from the Marine Corps Air Station at Cherry Point in North Carolina. Although I was happy to see the young man, I was going to be even happier when he goes back to his base because of the way Elizabeth and he were exchanging tentative glances and shy smiles with each other. As a father, I’m not ready for my girls to start dating. I’m happy that I have huge men with guns following them around everywhere they went. Let’s just say it’s a big deterrent to these young jits who think they can approach my babies.

Chenille was currently chirping away in my ear about some State dinner or the other that was coming up soon. But my eyes kept straying over towards the windows where David and Mason seemed to be having a deep conversation. Earlier, I’d taken the time to have a sit down with David and gave him the go ahead to offer the permanent position of being my lead guard to Agent Carter. Despite the my attraction to the man, David was right. He was the perfect candidate for the job. He didn’t let me push him around, and he has a backbone. Agent Carter just didn’t go along with my wishes. If he deemed a situation was unsafe, then he’s stand by his guns and outright challenges me to disagree with him.

On occasion, I have found Mason to be extremely controlling and it’s annoyed me to no end. Other times it’s an absolute turn on and I’ve found myself taking more than my fair share of cold showers lately. It was worth it though to have the piece of mind knowing the person watching my back is trustworthy. A consummate professional when it comes to my safety and the security of my children. We’ve managed to slowly get to know one another and Agent Carter and I have managed to move on from formalities of our titles to first names when we are in private.

Other than the day Jessica was sick, David’s been with us over the past week, almost like a chaperone. I didn’t have the added anxiety of trying to maintain my control around him all the time. But tomorrow was a different day. The first official David free day and even though I know it was coming, it still feels strange. I was really hoping that whatever chemistry I felt towards the stunning agent would have faded by now, especially since I’ve had the time to get to know the man a bit more. But unfortunately that wasn’t the case. Agent Carter was not only extremely good looking and sexy as hell body. The man was also very intelligent. I also learned that we have a lot in common when it comes to our personal tastes in things such as food, music, arts, and literature.

If I’d met the man under different circumstances, I would have gone after him in a heartbeat. But it wasn’t meant to be because of my position and responsibility to the people of the United States, and the ethics and oath of office I sworn to uphold during my Inauguration ceremony. The well-being of my country came before my own personal desires, and it had become clear what I was signing up for after my first term in office. Getting involved with an employee will definitely breach the code of ethics laid out for me as the leader of the country.

“Hey what are you thinking about so hard. You haven’t heard a word I’ve said in the last twenty minutes.” Chenille stated as she waved a dainty hand in front of my face.

“I’m sorry, my mind tends to wonder every now and again. Chalk it up to me being tired. I’m glad you cleared my schedule for the remainder of the day. I just want to spend some time with the girls, and then I’m going to have an early night for once.” I replied before finishing of the last bite of cake on my plate.

“You’re welcome Mr. President. But back to what I was saying about the state dinner coming up next month. Your public relation liaisons believe that it will be great publicity to see you with a date for the event…”

“Chenille, we have discussed…” I attempted to cut in but she held up a hand to stop me mid sentence.

“I know, I know, and before you go off the deep end, let me just finish what I was saying. I understand your reasons behind not wanting to get back into the dating scene. If you were anyone other the President, as your friend, I would have pushed you back into the dating pool myself. I know you loved Heather with everything in you, and I don’t expect that you’ll be ready to move on after the years you’ve spent together.”

“That being said, to appease everyone, I have the perfect candidate as your date for the dinner, a buffer so to speak to keep the hounds at bay.” She stated and I immediately started shaking my head. No way, I didn’t want any part of dating or anything remotely close to it. I was having a hard enough time trying not to lust after my lead secret service agent while trying to run the country.

“Jax, hear me out please. According to the most recent polls. The American people love you but they also want to see a First Lady in the White House as well. The country sympathized with you, they grieved with you when Heather passed away, but they’re also intrigued with seeing you have a grand romance and marry again. I’m not saying you have to go that far. I’m just saying you appear to date someone and then we can put a spin on it about you taking your time to ease into a relationship after I years you’ve spent with Heather. I’m not asking for your answer now, but think about it, look at the poll numbers and get the girls opinion on it, okay.” She finished off her little speech by patting me on the shoulder and leaving me to stew on my own.

It was times like this one where I wanted to stand in front of the press core and tell America to fuck off and mind their own god damned business. I mean, there are more pressing issues out there like keeping people employed, making sure Americans have decent healthcare coverage, feeding the hungry, moderating and snuffing out all forms of fraud. My sex life or lack thereof should be off limits. Just like I truly stand behind pro choice.

A woman has the right to do with her body they way she sees fit within reason. I’m also advocate gay rights, I believe a homosexual couple should have the right to marry and the benefits that comes with a legal marriage if they so choose. But I also strongly believe that there a certain parts of people’s lives where the government should not intrude or try to regulate, so why should they feel free to be all up in my personal business?

They should be more concerned with how I am representing their interests, their jobs, their medical issues, their retirement funds, medicare and social security benefits. That should be their only concern, to have me fighting for them as their President. I’m not hurting anyone as a single father. It’s not like I went out there and had my children out of wedlock and refused to marry their mother. Heather died from a tragic disease that I had no power if stopping. No matter how I tried, I brought in specialist after specialist from all over the world. I’d researched ancient medicine and healing arts to try to come up with something to save my wife, but nothing worked and the cancer ruthlessly swept her away from all of us.

Now the good people of America felt that I have grieved long enough and they want me to date again and actually have a say as to who I date. They wanted a grand romance according to Chenille and the polls. Fuck that, this isn’t some sort of fairy fucking tail, this is my life and the only part that should concern them is if I’m doing my god damn job.

“Bah.” I stood up and threw the napkin of the table and the delicate little China plate on top of it. I didn’t care that the rattling of the plate on the polished wood surface caused several heads to swivel in my direction. I was pissed to the point my blood was boiling through my veins, and I didn’t give a fuck at the moment about showing proper etiquette. Out of the corner of my eye I saw David making a beeline for me and Chenille was right on his heels. Mason was coming at me from the other direction and shit, I just wanted a minute by myself.

“Stop.” I barked and everyone in the room halted what they were doing except for David. The man always dared me in ways no one else had the nerve to do. I just turned on my heel and marched out of the room. As soon as I cleared the doorway, I could here the beginnings of concerned whisperings flash across the room. I didn’t care what they speculated about, I just wanted a few minutes of utter peace to get my temper back under control.

Two sets of footsteps sounded behind me as I made my way towards my bedroom. I didn’t wait for either David or Mason to open the door for me. I slammed the panel open and went straight for the wet bar across from the sitting area. I grabbed the decanter of Scotch poured three fingers into a glass and offered the bottle to my wide eyed agents. David’s rarely seen me drink anything other than a beer every now and then, and Mason has never seen me drink alcohol at all.

Both men declined my silent offer to join me for a drink and I just shrugged my shoulders and placed the decanter back onto the tray. I carried my glass over to the winged arm chair and sat down heavily on the cushions. Taking a sip of the amber liquid, I felt the burn as it slid down my throat and the warmth blossomed in my stomach. It was very rare that I imbibed in any kind of hard liquor, but after Chenille’s little bit of advice, I felt like I just wanted to get pissy ass drunk for once in my rule driven life.

Shit was hard enough to deal with on a daily basis in my position, but to have strangers think they can run my life because they voted me into office truly sucks. I’ve lived my life as a model citizen because I had no choice, my father groomed me from the time I could understand myself to be someone without reproach. I’ve followed every rule, made sure I was the best in whatever it was that I was doing. I chose to put anything that didn’t do with politics on the forgotten pile and left them there to become what my father considered greatness. Many times I have placed my personal feelings and thoughts on any given subject aside to be what I needed to be for this country and it’s people.

All I want in return, is a modicum of privacy when it came to my personal life. Every other facet of my life is scrutinized and picked apart with a fine tooth comb. It is too much to ask for them to stay the hell out of my bedroom. I threw back another swig of Scotch and I heard the almost silent click of my bedroom door as it closed behind David’s broad back. I guess they got the memo that I wanted to be alone. God I was going to miss my friend and the way he’s able to discern my needs without me having to utter a word. “I hope he teaches Mason how to do that.” I muttered as I got up to refill my glass. My plan was to drink myself stupid and hopefully sleep it off for the remainder of the night was a go.

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

(Sexilicious Agent Carter)

Mason

“Well, it’s about that time for me to get going. Do me a favor, yeah.” Agent Knox pegged me in place with serious glare. I gave the man my full attention and he continued to speak. “Just look out for him, and take care of him. There’s no one else for him other than his girls. He takes too much upon himself. See that he doesn’t burn out or let this office lead away from himself. I’m counting on you to be his buffer, his link to keeping himself sane. I know it’s not part of your job description, but that’s the role you need to play. Make no mistake, if these old bones could give him another four years, then I would happily do so.” The man warned me.

Looking the seasoned agent straight in the eye, I just gave one dip of my head to let him know that I fully understood what he’s said. When my oldest brother, Greg had first contacted me about applying for this position, I was kind of shocked. I now know that Agent Knox and Greg were close friends. They went through boot camp together. They’d actually served time in the same unit together until the man decided to switch careers. Greg had told me that Agent Knox had seen my name and my credentials on the graduating roster from my training at JJRTC, and he reached out to my brother to see if I was interested in taking the position as lead detail to none other than POTUS himself.

I mean, who wouldn’t jump at this opportunity. Fresh out of the rigors of training and into a prime detail assignment, and the prestige of safeguarding the most important person in the United States. It’s an honor for me to even be considered over the more seasoned agents with years of experience under their belt. It wasn’t until I’d set foot in the White House when I’d figured that something more was at play other than me taking over for the renowned agent and best friend of the President.

Spending years in the Special Forces taught each and every Green Beret to be more observant to people, time, and place than the average person. We had to learn how to read people and all kinds of situations in order to make informed decisions at any given moment. When I’d first arrived and witnessed the closeness between the senior agent and the President, I was almost floored. I’d thought for a fact that the two were a clandestine item. A pair of gay lovers right here in the White House under America’s very nose. How fucking awesome would that have been. Then upon studying the situation, I realized that the two men shared a bond of true friendship and affection forged over time, and one built on a extremely emotional level.

If I was going to be honest, they shared a bond stronger than those of close relatives, such as a brothers or sisters. I guess if you’ve been responsible for the welfare of someone for over twenty years. You’ve shared marriages, the births of children, campaigning for the highest office in the country, and sadly the death of a spouse. You will never look at your protectee as just a mark, or a job ever again. I fully understood where the agent is coming from with his dire warnings about taking care of his best friend. But I also felt that he chose me for this position for reason, and it was on the tip of my tongue to be frank with the man and just ask what his ulterior motives were, but I refrained, maybe I was just being paranoid.

My mind wandered back to that fateful day in the gym when the man himself had walked into the workout area and the agents had parted for him like the Red Sea. Christ, you can’t be human and not know what the President of the United States looked like, even if you lived under a rock in the remote regions of the desert somewhere. But when I first laid eyes on the man live and in living color, it had taken all that I had to focus on the hand to hand combat sparring match I’d been involved in with Agent Knox. The seasoned agent almost knocked me on my ass since the President captured and held my entire focus.

The man is absolutely and breathtakingly stunning. He’s tall, but I still had at least three or four inches over him. I could tell that he kept himself in shape. Those tailored suits accentuated his lean, swimmers physique. The most striking thing about the man was his intelligent mercury colored eyes. When he trained them on me, I couldn’t help but to be immediately transfixed. Thank god for my extensive military training because I’d managed to keep my features bland and respectful. I was also happier than all get out that I’d been in a crouched position at the time I saw him, so my instant boner wasn’t on full display for all the other agents to see.

The man had stayed long enough for me to sense that something wasn’t right. He’d stared at me like I was some sort of apparition or something, then he’d spun on his heel and left the room as if the hounds of hell were snapping at his heels. I’d prayed that the man hadn’t picked up and my instant attraction to him, and even more so that he hadn’t seen my hard on for him. It wasn’t until a few days later that I noticed the shy glances he shot in my direction and the inability to look me in eye that tipped me off that our good leader wasn’t as straight as I’d once thought. What had cinched it for me, was when I revealed my sexuality to his lovely girls and the man had almost choked on his coffee.

That lascivious, alpha male part of me wanted to beat my chest like a fucking cavemen and holler out, ‘you mine.’ I’d wanted to grab the man by the lapels of his custom fitted suit and drag him off somewhere to bend him over the nearest flat surface or push him up against a wall and fuck that tight ass of his until my dick fell off. But then, I quickly realized exactly who it was I was having such carnal thoughts about, and exactly where I was having them.

It was like having a bucket of ice water thrown over me. Since then, I’ve resigned myself to looking but not touching. I’m sad to say that Jaxon Allen was like one of those eternal, strikingly gorgeous angels from heaven, an entity that us mere mortals can only gape at and worship from afar. He was a man way, way out of my league.

“I’m heading home now, my family and I are going to be gone for the weekend. I hate to leave knowing that Chenille has once again overstepped her bounds, but I have put her in her place. Still, watch out for her. I have a feeling in my gut about her, always have. She’s never given me enough reason to boot her ass out of here. Don’t get me wrong, she’s the best at her job, but I think that there’s some delusions of grandeur going on behind the scenes with her and her family. Her father is none other than the controversial Republican prick, Senator Grant Harris. No offense if you’re a Republican by the way.” He stated and I waved off his concern. I was a Democrat through and through.

This new turn of events was very interesting, and mildly alarming. I understood what the agent meant by having that foreshadowing feeling in your gut. My sensors were lit after he’d shared that little bit of insight. Anyone who was anyone in Washington D.C. knew the outspoken Senator. He always made sure that his views where the exact opposite of the President’s no matter the subject. The man had no qualms about letting anyone who’ll listen what his stance was on any particular topic.

“All I’m saying is, keep an eye on her. She walks a good walk and talks a good talk. I feel that if she wasn’t married, she would have made a play for Jax herself. When he’d chosen her as his personal secretary, I think it was more of a political move to smooth things over and make the transition into the White House easier for both prospective parties. The outgoing Republicans and the incoming Democrats. Like I said, he takes up so much on his shoulders. He wants to make everyone happy and it’s a great burden for him. I’ve had to step in more than once and tell him a few hard truths. The man is stubborn and he’ll try your patience. Despite all of that, watch out for him.” The man patted me on the shoulder and once again I gave him a nod of understanding.

“Oh, let him have one more glass of liquor then go in there and cut him off. I don’t care if you have to take all the liquor out of his room and pour it in the toilet. He’s a sloppy drunk by the way. I’m just giving you fair warning. If I go back in there, he’s going to get all emotional on me and I’m not scared to admit that I’m being an A class wuss right about now. I refuse to go out blubbering like a little kid.” Agent Knox stated as he stood tall and straightened his suit jacket and cuffs.

“I promise I’ll take care of him.” I stated as I stood at attention and saluted the senior agent.

The man returned my honorific before he replied. “Call me if he proves to be too much. I’ll be around, but I’ll try not to cramp your style. You are his lead now, don’t be afraid to put others in their place for his best interests. Keep an eye on the Harris’ and good luck, young man.”

Blowing out my pent up breath, I watched the distinguished man walk down the hall with his back proud and ramrod straight. What a career he’s had, damn. One could only aspire to such greatness. It was evident by the respect shown by the other agents who took the time to shake the man’s hand and wished him well as he made his final walk as an active Agent out of the private family wing of the White House.

My attention was ripped away from Agent Knox by the stumbling sound behind the President’s door. I braced myself and turned the knob to enter the room. I quickly scanned the room for any signs of danger or anything out of the ordinary. Then the slumped from of the president had my heart flying up into my throat. I rushed over to the sofa where he was lying face down with half of his body on the cushions and the other half hanging precariously off the edge. Well at least he was breathing, but as sure as the sun was going to come up in the morning, Mr. President is going to feel the repercussions of over indulging in his aged to perfection Scotch in the morning.

Looking around the room, I realized, I’d left the door wide open. I quickly made my way back across the plush carpeting and closed the door. The other agents didn’t need to witness this private moment and I am sure President Allen didn’t want to be seen in his present condition. So, I quietly walked back over to his side. I pulled off his shoes and repositioned him more comfortably on the sofa. He didn’t even flinch as I pulled and tugged him onto his side just in case he needed to puke, he wouldn’t drown his own fluids.

After covering him with a blanket, I sauntered into his bathroom and grabbed a bottle of Aspirin and a glass of water. I also snagged the empty garbage bin just in case his dinner and the liquor he drank made a reappearance. Once I had the items in place on the coffee table next to him. I did a quick radio check with the house agents and the security room for the outside perimeter of the house. Everyone had checked in and all was well, so I sank my body into the wing chair facing my angel and marveled once again at his sheer perfection. I shook those possessively intimate thoughts away and settled in to watch over my charge for the remainder of the night.

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

(Jaxon’s Bedroom in the White House)

Jaxon

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It felt like a class of amatuer music students were banging on drums and smashing cymbals together in my head. Instead of the volume decreasing, it got progressively louder the more conscious I became. Tentatively, I dared to open one eye and saw nothing but the familiar surroundings of my darkened sitting room. The other eye popped open and a groan left my lips as I attempted to roll over on the couch I was lying on. Holy mother of god, what did I do to myself last night to garner such misery this morning? Is it morning? Damn, what time is it?

Drawing a deep breath, my parched throat and dry mouth protested as I pulled my aching body upright. My blurry eyes made out the bottle of Aspirin and the glass of water sitting on the coffee table like a gift from the hangover gods above. I sluggishly reached for the bottle and popped the cap, shook two pills into the palm of my hand, and grabbed the glass of water from the table. Throwing the pills in my mouth, I followed them with a healthy gulp of water that tasted like liquid relief to my cotton mouth and inflamed throat.

Setting the water back on the table, I flopped back on the sofa and half heartedly attempted to untangle my legs from the blanket that was twisted around my body. The hell, when did I have time or the wherewithal to get a blanket last night? My mind flashed through the memories of my activities yesterday and last night. I recalled fulfilling my office obligations early in order to wish David a farewell at his impromptu party in the Green Room. I recalled Chenille’s busy body interference in my private life, a part of my life she has no business being in. I had to admit that drowning my emotions in alcohol wasn’t one of the smartest moves I’ve made in a while.

After trying to rub some feeling back into my face, I realized that I was still fully dressed except for shoes. With a flip of wrist, I checked my watch and an unmanly squeak of surprise leaked past my lips. It was almost 4:30 a.m. I was supposed to be in the gym an half an hour ago. I slowly stood up holding my arms out just to make sure I kept my balance as my world spun for a few seconds. Once everything righted itself, I looked around for cell phone while patting my pockets searching for the device.

Just as I turned around to check the table behind the sofa, my bathroom door opened and a blast of steam billowed into the room. The scent of my shampoo and something so mouth watering delectable assaulted my senses and almost brought me to my knees. My shocked gaze focused on the figure standing in my bathroom’s doorway and dear lord, I couldn’t look away from the man of my life depended on it.

Agent Carter stood there wearing nothing but a pair of nylon gym shorts. His wide, muscular chest was bare and so were those sinfully sculpted ridges of his abdomen. There was a splattering of dark hair covering those awesome pecs. My eyes followed the trail of hair leading down his abbs to that prominent V on full display by the low slung waistband of his shorts. My cock instantly plumped up behind the zipper of my slacks, and the life of me I couldn’t move. I stood there, rooted to the spot staring at the man like some addle brained simpleton.

Those shimmering green orbs held me captive as he wickedly smirked at me. The stare off between us was only broken when the man raised a muscular arm over his head and started to dry his dark, damp curls with the towel in his hand. I tried to swallow the lump of raw desire that formed in my throat as I watched those muscles flex with the action of him rubbing his hair. Beads of water still clung to his wide shoulders and fuck…My tongue ran over the curve of my bottom lip with the urge to walk over to the agent and lick him dry.

My breath caught in my throat when the man lowered the towel and captured my gaze one again. A knowing, smug smirk pulled at his gorgeous, kissable lips as he slowly stalked way across the carpet. My brain kept screaming at me to move. To act like he wasn’t causing me to have a full body meltdown at just the mere sight of him half naked, in my room, smelling like the soap I used on my body everyday. His body chemistry made the fragrant body wash smell ten times better though, and god, my cock was throbbing in time with my elevated heartbeat by the time the man came to a stop right in front of me.

“Good morning Mr. President. I’m sorry to be so presumptuous as to use your private bathroom, but I didn’t want to leave you alone in case you needed me to take care of your needs. You were a little, shall I say…A little impaired last night.” Mason whispered. He was standing close enough for me to feel his minty, warm breath brush against my lips and my already pounding heart picked up it’s pace.

Opening my mouth with the intent to thank him for his diligence with my care, a furious blush suffused my face for all that came out of my mouth was a needy little whimper. All of a sudden my back hit the plush cushions of the sofa, my legs were splayed wide open, and I was gasping for air through my mouth as two hundred plus pounds of man fitted himself in between my quivering thighs. To say I was shocked and turned on to the point I almost creamed myself was putting it too mildly, and my weeping cock pulsed out another copious amount of ejacualte when the agent began to speak.

“For weeks, I’ve fought my attraction to you. I’ve exhausted my brain wondering if you were even into men, wondering if you could possibly into me? I’ve seesawed back and forth contemplating the odds if I could have a chance with you. Not only because you are the President of the United States, but because you are a brilliant, talented, sexy as hell man and you will always be way out of my league, beautiful. ” Mason said and sent my body into chaos by brushing that pink, plump bottom lip of his across mine.

My breath stuttered as he continued telling me exactly what was on his mind. “You can’t make those sweet little noises and expect me not to react to them or to you. I’m a man, a man who wants you more than I need to take my next breath. Now if my frankness makes you uncomfortable I’m sorry, but I want you to know that I see you.” His heated gaze locked onto my startled one. “I see you. I feel it when your eyes follow me across a room. I sense it when grow aroused at the sight of me, and I want you to be fully aware of the fact that you are not the only one affected when we are in the same room together.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve overstepped my bounds. How I feel about you will not interfere with the ability to protect you, but if you decide to reassign me for telling you I’m attracted to you, I’ll understand. I’ll leave you now to prepare for your day. I can’t promise you that I won’t pursue you in private, but I can promise you that if you say you feel nothing for me, and you want me to remain professional at times in and out of your presence, then you wish is my command.”

Blinking up at the man like a wide eyed owl, I almost groaned at the fact he’s firmly thrown the ball back in my court. If I denied my feelings towards the sexy as sin man and sent him on his way, will I forever wonder what it would’ve been like if I’d just admitted the truth of my attraction to the man? If I relent to this moment of weakness and let this man have me, what would it mean? How can I have anything at all with him and keep my office? Can I be selfish enough to ask him to keep whatever it is we feel for each other a secret?

I mean, what does he expect? What does he want from me? A hook up to scratch and itch, a one night stand to satisfy his curiosity and work me out his system? How will we ever make it work if he wants more? Fuck…I can’t outright ask him that, can I?

Drawing a fortifying breath, I closed my eyes and tried to block out the incredible sensation of my body rubbing against his as my chest moved. He felt like heaven on top of me and all I wanted to do was wrap my legs around his waist and grind our hardened members until we both spent all over each other.

“Stop it. Stop tormenting yourself. I can see that epic brain of yours spinning your thoughts and questions around in your head. I can’t foresee into the future, babe. I can only assure you that I’m fully aware of position and your oath to this country. I would never jeopardize something you have worked so hard to achieve. If you chose to be mine, I’ll gladly wait in the background for you for however long you want me, Jaxon.” He said and his words were like a soothing balm on my raw nerve endings.

“Think about it, baby. I know you need to way pro and cons of any decision you might make. It’s who you are and I understand. You can talk to me about it, be up front and give it to me straight. I don’t want us to hide anything from each other, no matter the subject.” He leaned forward and gave a brief but sweet little kiss on my lips before pushing himself into standing position.

“I’ll leave you now to get ready for your day Mr. President. In order to keep you on schedule, we have to skip your morning workout today. I be back by 6:45 to escort you to breakfast.” Agent Carter replied before he turned and walked to the door. He didn’t glance back as he opened the door stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind him.

Damn the man was like a shot of drugs to the system. One minute your flying high, then you find yourself contemplating life while still in a state of euphoria, and then you crash back to Earth not sure if you’ve figured anything out at all. At least my hangover fizzled out the moment the man had opened the bathroom door and revealed his mouth watering deliciousness. Pushing myself up, I began to undress myself. I stepped out of my slacks and boxers at once, and it looked like it was another cold shower for me the way my hardened length slapped against my abdomen. Hell a hard on was the least of my troubles right about now.

The cold water sluiced over my body, goosebumps prickled across the surface of my skin. If my engorged shaft could have protested it would have as it slowly deflated, and I quickly washed and rinsed my skin free of bubbly soap suds. Stepping out of the shower my mind was still occupied with Mason’s words. I wanted to give in him, or I should say give us a try. I wanted more than anything to feel the man hands on my body. The brief taste of his weight pushing me into the cushions of the sofa, was like a little teaser of what it would feel like.

Shaking my head, I tied the knot on my tie and tried to mentally prepare myself for the stressors of my day. It almost felt surreal to be thinking about doing something I have never had the nerve to do with another man before, and so suddenly too. I guess Mason got tired of dancing around the issue and I’s given him the perfect opportunity to address it by getting drunk and drooling over the man like a stark struck teenager. Now, he’s left me totally stumped. I don’t what to do, what to think, or where to go from here. I guess I’ll start by putting one foot in front of the other and just do one thing at a time, and right now it’s time to start my day by having breakfast with my girls.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

(The gorgeous model Maartje Verhoef as my idea of who Elizabeth look like)

Mason

It was a clear, brisk morning and I found myself giving into Jaxon’s whim of going jogging this morning instead of our usual workout in the gym with Colin, or the sparring matches in the ring. I decided that the run would do us all a world of good, and at least I can run off some of the tension strumming through my veins. It’s been a few days since I had a made Jaxon aware of exactly how I felt about him. I’d left him alone and I’ve been nothing but professional with him each and every time our paths of crossed since then.

The man was a consummate politician, ever since he’d dropped his mask back into place, I’ve no idea of what was running through his head. I’ve caught him staring a time or two, but those pretty gray eyes have given nothing away about what the man’s feelings. The only emotion I’ve witnessed coming from the president was his irritation towards Chenille each and every time she’s mentioned the State Fundraising Dinner for Cancer Awareness, a cause that is close to Jaxon’s heart for the obvious reason that the disease had unexpectedly taken his wife away from him and his beautiful girls.

Just the other morning I had to bite my tongue instead of losing my cool and just shooting the pushy bitch for constantly trying to shove her cousin or the other relation on Jaxon. She seemed a little desperate trying to get him to have the woman hanging off his arm and his every word at this event. How crass was she to suggest that he should bring a date to an event that honors his late wife’s memory? David had been right to tell me to keep an eye on the woman. She was pushing her case a little too hard and she was making it more than obvious that she had some sort of an agenda going on.

Nothing made me happier when the situation had come to a head yesterday evening and the president had outright shut her down, and he reprimanded her in front of his entire staff when she’d brought the subject up yet again. Jaxon had basically told her that his dating life, and who he brought into his bed was none of her, the press, and the American people’s business. He’d continued on by saying that his private life is indeed private and if he was so inclined to find a special someone then he was man enough to do it himself, and he didn’t need anyone to do it for him. He’d lashed out at her and those in the room by telling us that while he is fully aware what his duties and responsibilities were to the people of the United States and the country itself, being their leader didn’t give them the right to decide what was best for him when it came to his sex life.

He reminded everyone that he’s worked hard to provide the people of this country the freedom to make their own choices in their own lives without interference from the government, and he’d like for everyone to fucking reciprocate the sentiment. With that being said he outright told Chenille that he didn’t want to hear another word about her cousin and that she’d be fired if she ever dared to intrude on his privacy ever again. Jaxon had then casually gotten to his feet, straightened his jacket, and left a shocked audience behind him. If I hadn’t had to scramble to catch up to him, I would have snapped my fingers in her face and ask her if she needed a glass of water to swallow all that salt.

I’d trailed behind his stiff form until he’s reached his room, and he’d sort of turned halfway facing me telling me that he was going to call it a night and to make sure I checked on the girls before they departed to spend the weekend at David’s house with his daughter Jessica. I agreed and I was little disappointed that he’d so casually dismissed me, but I made sure that he was settled into his room for the evening before going off to check on Elizabeth and Catherine.

By the time I arrived in their area of suites, I’d checked in with their security detail to make sure the men were prepared for a weekend of teenage girls and their antics. Poor bastards, they must be used to all that giggling by now. Everything and everyone was in place and on the same page. I had no worries about the girls safety. They were going to spend the weekend like multiple others they’ve spent at the former Special Agent’s house. They would be safe and cared for no matter what with David hovering over them. The man was one of the best, a legend in the Secret Service. I’d pity any idiot out of his or her mind who would even attempt to try something foolish on his watch.

“Hi Agent Carter. How are you?” Elizabeth had greeted me when I walked into their sitting room. She was such a lovely girl. She had her father’s stunning gray eyes, but her mother’s blond hair and delicate features.

“Good evening Miss Allen, I am fine, thank you. I just stopped by to say hello, and I’m just checking to make sure all is well before you and your sister take off for the weekend.” I politely replied as she handed her overnight bag to the agent waiting patiently to carry it out to the car for her.

“Dad sent you didn’t he? Don’t worry I already know. Even if we are going to his best friend’s house, he’ll still be concerned. I gotta love that man.” She said before he looked around the room like she was checking to see if we were alone, and we were since the agent had left to carry her things out to the waiting vehicle.

“Speaking of loving my dad, and I’m sorry if I’m being blunt here. But I have to ask if you like my dad. I mean in a romantic way?” She outright asked me and I had to stop my jaw from hitting the floor. “Don’t get me wrong, my dad is really intelligent, but he tends to treat us like we are still in pigtails. I know my dad isn’t all the way straight. Cathy and I have pegged his sexuality as bisexual since he’d truly loved our mom. He was devastated when she died but she has been gone now for a while and we want to see him happy. We’ve noticed the way he looks at you when he thinks no one is looking and since you admitted you were gay, I wondered if you were interested in him as well?”

“Um…I don’t know how to answer that Miss Allen.” I’d responded honestly. I didn’t want to hand out information that had the potential to be leaked just by the young woman sharing something with her sister and best friend within earshot of someone else.

“I’d fully understand if you told me to mind my own business, but I just wanted to let you know that if you guys were attracted to each other then go for it. It wouldn’t bother Cathy or I, as a matter of fact we’re rooting for you, and just so you know this is between us. My father values his privacy in such a public office. He’s vehement about it, so this conversation doesn’t go pass this room. That’s all I’m asking. Please tell my dad we love him and we’ll call him over the weekend.” The little whirlwind replied before she disappeared down the hall like she hadn’t even been in the room with me and turned my world upside down. That apple certainly didn’t fall far from the tree. Smart as a whip, that one, just like her father.

It was almost comical for me to get the blessings from the daughter of the man I wanted to pursue. I was tempted to go back to Jaxon’s room and demand his decision, but again I knew that in doing so, I wouldn’t endear myself to the man. He needed time to make himself comfortable with the idea of being with another man. If my gut was right, this would be Jaxon’s first time ever with someone else other than his wife, and a man no less. It wasn’t a decision to take lightly, and I’m aware I am asking him to put his entire career at risk to be with me. But I craved the man like no other. If our positions were reversed, I know I developed feelings deep enough for him that I’d selfishly grab on my little bit of happiness come what may.

I’d found myself wandering the historic great halls of the White House that night before giving in to temptation and checking on Jaxon. He was quietly sleeping when I’d handed off my shift to the oncoming agent and carried myself to bed just to have another lust filled sleepless night.

Now, here I am trying to keep a focus on our surroundings with at least three guns strapped to my body, and watching Jaxon’s delectable ass bouncing so enticingly in front of me as we jogged the specialized trail built inside the gates of the White House for President Clinton when he served his terms here. Huh…Saying the word terms made it sound like a prison and in a way for the president, living the way they had to live for safety and security reasons inside and outside of these walls it was kind of like being in prison. But I’m sure that the great men who have all become Presidents were fully aware of what they were getting into when the took an oath to serve in this prestigious office.

Nothing made me happier than when the run was over, and we all made it back inside of the house. Colin had Jaxon drinking yet another one of his smoothie concoctions to promote his health and he swore it’ll also prevent sore muscles from our run. I just quietly chuckled in my head at the put out expression on Jaxon’s gorgeous face as he guzzled down the thick shake. Sweat was running down his face and neck and I just wanted to use my tongue and taste his skin. The brief taste I had of him the other day wasn’t enough by a long shot. If he’d let me, I’d lay the man out and use my tongue to memorize every inch of his amazing body.

Jaxon must have sensed where my thoughts were heading or he must have felt my eyes boring into the back of his head, because the man turned those shimmering mercury eyes and met mine and damn, I just wanted to walk right over to him and claim those pretty pink lips. My intent must have shown in my gaze because Jaxon quickly excused himself and high tailed it down the hall towards his bedroom. I followed behind him at a more leisurely pace. It amused me to no end to see his wide eyed innocence so to speak when in response to me. He didn’t know how to react to my covert methods of flirtation. But all in due time Mr. President, all in due time. I felt it in the deepest recesses of my heart that I was going to make that man mine. If I didn’t, then my name surely isn’t Mason Anthony Carter.

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

(Marine One, the President’s helicopter)

The sun was shining bright in the sky by the time I rolled over and stretched the last remnants of sleep from my body. It was a spur of the moment decision, but I was so looking forward to my impromptu trip to Camp David. My plans were to do absolutely nothing for the entire weekend. The girls were happily ensconced at David’s house. Chenille is currently trying to curry favor with me after our little disagreement by doing everything I say, including clearing my schedule at the last minute for this trip. I’d instructed her and the rest of my staff so they fully understood I wasn’t to be bothered unless there was a national emergency requiring my immediate attention.

Colin was a little put out over the fact that I’d miss yet another one of our workout sessions this morning, but he’s perked up real quick when I told him that we’ll continue our daily exercises in the world class gym at Camp David. It was hilarious to watch his reaction to the news. He had all danced his way around the Oval Office. I’d forgotten that this would be his first trip to the Presidential getaway.

Marine One was due to arrive at 10 a.m. sharp to fly my entourage and I to our weekend destination. I almost felt bad about springing my last minute decision on my staff late last night, but it is what it is. I need a break to recharge and regroup from all the things being thrown in my direction. More than anything, I needed moment to truly think about the possibilities of having the balls to do something I’ve wanted to do since I’ve first laid eyes in the man.

Mason had firmly placed the decision in my hands about taking our relationship from something strictly professional to something that could possibly have me impeached from office if it was ever made public. The agent had verbally stated that he was fully aware what at take not only for me but for himself as well, but he’s also made it clear that he was more than willing to take that risk for me.

There was a brief tapping sound on my bedroom door before the man in question opened it and stuck his head through the gap he created. When he saw that I was fully dressed and ready he entered the room and closed the door behind him. My heart beat just a little bit faster, this would be the first time we were alone since that morning he’d pinned me to the sofa and made sure I knew exactly how he felt about me.

“Good morning Mr. President. I trust you’ve slept well. Marine One has arrived, Colin and most of your personal agents are already aboard, Sir.” He informed me as he stood at perfect attention by the door. He’s been nothing but professional with me over the last couple of days, other than that heated moment in the Oval Office after I told Chenille to stop her annoying matchmaking attempts to set me up with her cousin. I wasn’t an idiot, I know for a fact that her father, that bigoted son of a bitch, was capable of using his own family members to drag my name through the mud. The man doesn’t know how to lose graciously. He threw his hat in the ring and ran against me for the Presidency, and America was so vocal in their dislike for him that I’d won my term by such a large margin, that even I was embarrassed for him.

It wasn’t like the man hadn’t been warned, the signs of his impending loss was there for him to see. The news media, the polls, and the general public opinion had already pegged me for the winner of the election, and I humbly admit it was all because of tragic death of my beloved wife, and the American’s people sympathy for me and my children as well as the fact that even with the trials of Heather’s death, I’d managed to do most of what I’d promised America I’d do if they had elected me into office.

Making sure I had everything that I was supposed to have, I turned and made my way towards the man than represented temptation incarnate. Even after I said a polite, “Excuse Me.” The sexy bastard gave me a smug smirk. He refused to step back and allow me the space to get out of the room. My left arm had to brush against that chiseled body in order to exit my bedroom. My knees barely held me upright as I got a whiff of his expensive cologne.

The heady fragrance blended so well with the clean fresh scent of his skin. God, I could feel my dick trying to swell behind the zipper of my pants. What a great headline that would make in the morning paper, a shot of me walking across the South Lawn towards Marine One with a full on tent in my pants. I wonder how the White Houses’ eloquent reporters would word the event if it actually happened.

Maybe I could add to the drama by making a show of jiggling my leg like a horny puppy, while I stuffed a hand down the front of my pants, and arrange my package for all the world to see. Hell, maybe then they’ll all jump on the bandwagon to try to find me a woman. I can see the headlines now, “The widowed President has a perpetual hard on. Come one, come all. Who wants to be the lucky young lady whose willing to put in service for the better of her country.” It could be the beginning of a top rated reality show, like the Bachelor, but instead it’d be dubbed something like, ‘The White House’s Stag ,’ or some such nonsense. Fuck, I truly needed this break if this is the kind of crap I’m entertaining this early in the morning.

Bracing myself, I let Mason do his security check in and perform his procedure checks before following his signal and exit the house though the patio doors, stepping out into the morning sunshine. I made a beeline for Marine One remembering all the while to smile and wave for the telephoto lenses of the press core’s cameras. The horde of them were merrily snapping away across the South Lawn heedless of their blinding flashes. Doing my best to move at an unhurried pace, I took my time making sure I didn’t just break into a run and duck into the helicopter like I really wanted.

A quiet sigh of relief escaped my lips the minute I stepped into the cabin of the aircraft and was greeted by the cabin crew. I was seated and belted in and then I waited patiently for take off. The decoy helicopters had to prepare to take flight and perform the presidential shell game, a security measure put in place to the President’s destination to kept a secure. I found it assinine and sometimes an uneccessary expense going through this production every time I used Marine One, when the press has already broadcasted my destination to the entire world long before I arrive to wherever it is I’m going.

The journey to Camp David was a smooth and uneventful one. Colin squealed his delight upon landing. He quickly disappeared to swoon over his suite of rooms. Mason was a silent shadow as I made my way around my private cabin. I’ve already dismissed most of the staff who were at my beck and call if I decided I wanted to do something like play tennis or hike one of the many trails in the Military Park. I was being a lazy ass and I know it. I sure didn’t feel like golfing, jogging, or anything of the sort in all the fresh air provided by the location of the camp in Catoctin Mountain Park. If anything I just wanted to kick back and relax by the pool and nap under the brilliant sunshine like a pampered pet.

My only problem was the fact that the head of my security would have to be there and there’s no way I can comfortably strip down to only a pair of swimming shorts, grease myself up in sunblock lotion, and lay out under the sun with those captivating eyes watching my every move. More than likely I wind up popping wood right there and then, unable to hide my erection while wearing nothing but a thin pair of swimming shorts. Damn, maybe I should just have chef grill me up a side of beef, accompanied it with a trough of mashed potatoes topped with gravy, and finish it load off the a bowl of apple cobbler and ice cream. Shit, that’ll give Colin the perfect excuse to run me into the ground tomorrow morning.

Shaking my head, I walked over to my bedroom window and stared longingly at the sparkling pool. Fuck it, I turned around and sauntered back over towards my overnight bag. ” I’m going to hang out by the pool for a bit.” I informed Mason as I rummaged through the bag looking for my swimming trunks.

“Sure Mr. President. Let me get changed and I’ll escort you out.” He responded and my heart fluttered in my chest. Hopefully he meant into something more comfortable like a pair of sweat and a t-shirt or something, because if he changed into swimming trunks as well I don’t think my heart will ever recover from the sight of that man half naked and dripping wet from the pool.

The door had barely closed behind him before I quickly stripped out of my slacks and my dress shirt. I kicked off my shoes and dragged my socks off my feet. I grabbed my shorts and shimmied into them. I’d barely pulled them over my ass before there was a knock on the door and it opened for Mason to pop his head inside. Seeing I was decent the man own the door wider and entered the room. I quickly pulled a shirt over my head before turning to look at the man and my heart plummeted into my stomach. So much for hoping for sweats and a shirt. Mason was indeed wearing a pair of dark blue swim trunks and a plain white undershirt.

Damn the man, he was going to drive me out of my ever living mind. I just wanted a relaxing, stress free weekend, but how I am supposed to achieve that with him and his sexiness haunting my every move. How strong do I have to be? Was this some sort of wicked test thrown in my path by the fates themselves to see if I’ll succumb to temptation and risk everything I’ve ever worked for just to feel this man’s hands on my body. To finally feel what it’s like to be handled by a man, to pleasure a cock other than my own?

Fuck, I turned and slipped my feet into a pair of flip flops I retrieved from my bag. I might as well just man up and try to overcome yet another challenge that has been thrown my way. I wasn’t sure if I had the strength to resist anymore, but I was going to give it my best shot. I’m too old to be in this precarious position. I had too much to lose, but damn if I didn’t yearn for just a touch from this man. I shook my head as I made my way outside to the lounging area of the massive pool. It was going to be a long ass weekend.

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Mason

The minute we got poolside, Jaxon slapped his sunglasses onto his face, spread a towel over the lounge chair, peeled off his shirt, and splayed his gorgeous body out under the sun like a tempting Greek God. Just looking at him sent my blood pressure soaring through the stratosphere. Damn, the man was too sexy for his own good.

My cock thickened wanting to show it’s appreciation at the sight in front of me. I had all intents and purposes to try my best to break through my sexy President’s rigid control, but I decided against it. Using my body would just gain me a physical reaction. What I wanted from the man was more than physical. I wanted a deep down to his very soul, bone deep, emotional connection as well.

I wanted to get to know the man behind the title, and I wanted him to get to know me. To desire me, and want me for who I am on the inside, not just the package on the outside. This man was not a one time hook up type of guy. Jaxon was class, intelligence, grace, and beauty combined into one dynamic package. He deserved nothing other than my absolute respect, reverence, and unconditional love. I can’t even explain it. One minute I was so sure that a relationship of any kind with anyone wasn’t in the cards for me. I was fully prepared to be married to my job and to use my own time to discreetly seek sexual relief outside of the White House when I needed it, and then I’d get back to work.

Never in my life could I have imagined to fall for someone so quickly. It was like love at first sight in some sappy fairytale or something, and with the President of the United States no less. Hell, when they say go big or go home. I definitely decided to shoot straight for the fucking top. Which means, that if I’ve got any possibility of standing a chance with this man. I had to be on top my game. I had to woo the skittish beauty and I had to be patient because in reality, Jaxon was not an average man. His job, his reputation, his character, and his whole way of life was at stake if his sexuality was questioned by the ignorant bigots holding office in this country.

I fully understood why he shies away from me and any probability of starting a romantic liaison between the two of us. The odds were not in my favor. I was also an employee, someone who he has no choice but to deal with on a daily basis unless he requests another agent. He’ll have to give my Director a pretty good reason as to why he wants his personal guard, one who is specifically trained to be at his side to be replaced.

Reaching up towards my ear, I made sure my communication earbud was in place and pressed the button to do a check in with my team. I wanted to make sure that all the other agents were in place but discreetly out of sight as my President had requested. He’d also requested for the press core photographers to be removed from the property. He wanted private time and that meant no meet and greets, no photo ops, and no social events of any kind this weekend. He didn’t want his entire entourage on hand, and he didn’t want to see the plethora of agents shadowing his footsteps wherever he went.

His desire for privacy sometimes made the logistics of fulfilling his requests damn near impossible, and it was very frustrating at best.. But here at Camp David, which is also a military base and hub, I can have a little leniency and let him have his way. I can at least provide the illusion of solitude. Jaxon was extremely smart and he already had the experience that came with holding the office as President. He knew exactly what the deal was. He also knew for a fact that there were agents spread out all over the place like grass. It’s just they were trained to say out of sight in plain sight. I expected no less from any man or woman on my team.

“Are you going to get into the pool Sir?” I politely asked him knowing full well it was more for my benefit than his. I was a glutton for punishment it seems. Seeing Jaxon all wet with water droplets shimmering all over his olive toned skin like little diamonds was sure to make me want to blow my load all over the place like a geyser.

Jaxon reached up and pulled his sunglasses to the tip of his nose and looked over at me like he was trying to figure me out. “No, I am soaking up some sun, but if you want to get in. Go right ahead. The pool is heated so you don’t have to worry about the water temperature.” He responded with a challenging smirk before sliding the dark lenses back in place.

“Oh, so it’s like that is it?” I thought as a devious little devil popped up on my shoulder and whispered for me to strip down and give this man a show. I decided earlier that I wasn’t going to do it, or at least not be obvious about trying to entice the man with my muscles. I worked extremely hard on my physique and I was very proud of my body, but like I said. I wanted more than a physical connection to this man. But hey, I guess I’m not above using what I’ve got to get his attention. I was contemplating peeling off my shirt and wading into the water, when I heard the patio doors bang open and Colin came bustling out with his toned arms full of boxes.

Biting my tongue to keep myself from laughing out loud at the shocked expression on Jaxon’s face as he watched his very gay, and very flamboyant trainer stumble his way across the patio stones was truly comical. Colin had opted for dressing in a bright pink pair of speedos with a matching tank top almost one size too small. He also wore a flowing, gauzy white cover up. The ensemble was finished off with a big, floppy beach hat and flip flops. Words could not describe what he looked like, but I had to hand to the man. He was more than comfortable in his own skin.

Jaxon just gaped at the man as Colin flopped down on the lounge chair next to him and began to spread out the boxes of board games he had carried outside. “Look what I found in the guest house kiddies. Let’s have some fun. Pick one.” He gushed as he waved his hand over the selection of games. Giving Jaxon a sassy wink.

Jaxon shrugged his shoulders, schooled his features, and sat up before shoving his sunglasses on top of his head. He leaned over to study the selection of board games and I couldn’t help but to walk over and take a look for myself.

“Hey Scrabble.” Jaxon exclaimed as he snatched up the box off the cushions and took the top off. “I haven’t played this game since I was a kid. It was one of my favorites.”

“Figures, for a brainiac like you. I guess Scrabble it is then. Come on, pull up a seat and let’s get this show on the road. I’d asked the nice lady inside to bring a tray of refreshments if you don’t mind.” Colin replied as he scooted over for me to take a seat next to him.

Pulling the side table over, I placed it in the space between the chairs and Jaxon began to set up the game. His enthusiasm was adorable as he handed out the pieces each player was going to need. Once everyone had everything they needed and the first round of the game was underway, we got totally caught up trying out do one another. Colin and I tried to trip Jaxon up several times, but he truly excelled at the game. Colin had even taken to pulling out his cell phone to Google some of the words Jaxon managed to put together. Needless to say he well and truly kicked our asses at the game.

Refreshments were served and we moved on to play another old time favorite, Monopoly. By the time each of us owned property, went to jail several times, and got sent back to the starting line a few times. The three of us had managed to talk about our childhoods, growing up and going off to college. We chatted about everything that drove us to reach right where we are today. We covered a whole lot of likes and dislikes, everything from music, movies, art, and even literature. Colin had us almost rolling on the ground laughing with his outrageous tales about dating and finding love with his current boyfriend. With his flair for dramatics, it made his stories even more hilarious.

It was interesting to hear Jaxon talk about his journey through school, and his road to the White House. He’d briefly mentioned his years with his wife, but he didn’t delve into details, and we respected that. It really touched me when Colin had took the time to get serious for a minute and reflect on all Jaxon has done to promote equality in the LGBTQ community during his time in office. People in general take a lot of things for granted because simply because the rights such as having a say in your partners’ healthcare, or being able to legally marry the one you love was a given for heterosexual couples.

They would never know what it feels like to be denied for something as simple as having your partner on your healthcare insurance or being the recipient of your partners benefits should they pass away after a lifetime of living and loving each other. It may not seem like much to anyone, but got homosexual couples in a committed relationship, it means the world to have those same rights.

Colin was like a godsend, and I could have kissed the man on his glossy lips when he steered the conversation towards the topic of what people look for when choosing a significant other. He joked and teased us most of the time about finding a man who was gainfully employed, bathed on a daily basis, and could match his socks with the correct footwear. Jaxon had remained somewhat silent throughout the conversation until Colin had turned to me and asked me about my preferences for a partner. I couldn’t help but to notice how Jaxon leaned in like he was really curious to hear my answers.

I tried to keep the mood light, but I decided to be honest. These men, I considered them my friends. We spend more time together than with our own families. One of them I’ve begun to crave like the air I needed to breathe. So I answered Colin’s questions as truthfully as I can. By the time I was finished, Jaxon had slipped his sunglasses back over his eyes and Colin have me a knowing smirk and replied, “Hmm… Good luck with that. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

We went on to change the topics again like the little whirlwind that he is. And before you knew it, the afternoon turned into early evening, and it was time to pack it up and prepare for dinner. Colin said that he was going to relax in his room and talk to his sweetie via Skype for the remainder of the evening. He once again thanked Jaxon for the invite to Camp David and we all helped him carry the board games back inside. I had my agents do a perfunctory sweep the house and Jaxon’s room before our arrival and I swear, I was going to be a good boy and leave him right at his door and go get ready for dinner.

But as soon as I opened his bedroom door for him, Jaxon stepped into the room, spun on his heels and dragged me into the room with him before slamming me up against the door causing it to slam shut. Fuck me, my cock sprung up so fast, I saw spots dancing before my eyes. I could only stare into those shimmering silver eyes dumbfounded and turned on beyond belief at the man manhandling me.

He pinned my wrists against the door and he leaned into my personal space. His lips were mere centimeters from mine and I had to swallow the whimper of needed lodged in my throat.

“Did you mean what you said out there when you describing what you were looking for in a long term partner, or were you saying the right things just to fuck with me?” He growled and my rigid dick pulsed and throbbed out a copious amount of ejaculate. “Because I must admit, what you were describing…” He cut himself off and went to move away from me but I grabbed at the chance to let him know I was serious about wanting those things. About wanting them with him.

My hand flashed out and I caught him around the waist and pulled him against me. His luminous mercury gaze flashed up to my face when he felt my erection and just how hard and primed I was for him. “Jaxon wait. I’m not playing with you. It be easier for me to handle if it was just a physical attraction I felt for you. If you just turned me on because of your looks, but for me. It runs much deeper. I’m attracted to everything that makes you a person. I could care less if you are the President of the United States or if you were a cashier in a hardware store.”

“You are not only gorgeous, you’re smart, you got class and dignity, you love your children, and you honestly care about the people of this country and seeing to their wellbeing. I want that man, the honest, hard working, sexy beast that makes me stupid by just looking at him.” I whispered while looking him straight in the eye.

I watched those long lashes flutter for a second before he once again pinned in place with the intensity of his glare. “I don’t know if I can even attempt to find out if we are compatible in a romantic relationship. My life is too closely monitored for all the world to see. One glance, one touch, one simple mistake between the two of us in public can lead to disaster.”

“Shhh… Don’t worry about all of that right now. I would never put you in a compromising position. All I’m asking for is a chance to maybe start a relationship with you on your terms. I’m not asking for you to take me to the State dinner as your date. I respect and acknowledge the fact that if anything intimate was going to happen between us, then it will done strictly in private. My job would be at stake as well and my reputation with the Secret Service too. I fully understand that, but for you, I’m more than willing to take that risk. Like a said, take your time and think about it. There is no time stamp on your decision.” I stated and I decided to really leave him with something to think about.

I leaned forward and captured those pretty pink lips that have been tempting me for so long. I didn’t demand entrance into his mouth. I just nipped and nibbled him. I let my tongue run along the seam of those plump lips before giving one last sweet, lingering kiss. Damn, he tasted so fucking sweet. I could easily become addicted to this man. Before things could get out of hand, I gently eased him back, opened the door, and slipped out of the room. Closing the door behind myself. I ran my shaking hands through my hair and took a long, shuddering breath before walking off down the hallway to my own room. I was headed straight for a cold shower.

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

(Sexy Mason)

Jaxon

Swiveling my chair around to face the windows showcasing the South Lawn, it took all that I had not just to kick everyone out of the Oval Office and just have a moment of silence and solitude. Today was one of those days that everything was getting on my last ever living nerve. I swear if the White House photographer took one more god damn picture of me sitting behind this desk I was going to make him eat his camera. How many pictures does one need of a person doing the same exact thing they were doing five minutes ago.

Then there were my advisors watching every news channel there was known to man on the panel of televisions across the room. The office was a hive of activity and even though I’d just returned from an impromptu weekend at Camp David, I was ready to pack it all up and go back just to have a moment of peace. Days like this one sincerely had me questioning if running for a second term was the right thing to do. Maybe I should have just graciously bowed out, but the American people had called for my return to office and I’d listened.

Turning back to my desk, I pursued the documents on my desk once again. There were several documents ranging from executive requests for everything from stricter guidelines on guns to the right of running oil pipe lines through the middle of an sacred Indian burial ground. Everyone wanted a moment of my time to plead their case and all I wanted to do was turn around without having someone flashing a camera in my face or saying, “A moment of your time, Mr. President.” I just wanted to maybe drink a beer, ask my daughters about their day without the spotlight of the whole god damned world watching every move I made.

I was disgruntled as hell and I knew it, everyone on staff who knew the real me knew it as well and so protect themselves. They are staying well out of my line of fire. Chenille had been staying out of my immediate vicinity ever since I’d put her in her place about trying to set me up with her cousin. If she was waiting for me to apologize or change my mind about taking the woman to the State dinner then she was going to be waiting a hell of a long ass time. Something about that situation and how desperate she was to make that hook up set off my instincts for bullshit and I always trusted my instincts.

The words on the document in front of me began to run into one another and I dropped the sheaf of papers on the surface of my desk and ran my hands over my tired face. It was useless, my mind wasn’t in the game right now. I looked up ad pursued the occupants of my office and wondered how quickly I can clear the room and retreat to the safe haven of my bedroom. Maybe getting some dinner and having an early night will clear my head to start fresh again tomorrow.

My eyes landed on Mason sitting across the room and my breath hitched in my throat because the man was staring right back at me with those mesmerizing eyes of his. My cock twitched in my slacks. I’ve yet to give him an answer to what we’d discussed after that searing kiss in my room at Camp David. I know full well I was stalling. But what I feel for this man already scared the shit out of me and we haven’t even begun a proper relationship yet. Will I be able to hide my feelings from the world if I chose to open my heart and let this man in? Will it be worth it? Will I be able to live with the what if’s, if I chose to push my desires aside?

Damn it to hell though, everytime I looked at the man, I wanted to say fuck it all, and grab a little piece of happiness and run with it. It would be nice to have someone in my corner who is there for me the man, and not the President of the United States. It would be nice to feel the caress of a lover against my skin once again, added with the thrill that it will be the hands of a man, something I’ve secretly yearned for over the years almost had me groaning out loud in the middle of the room.

That was it. I was done for the day. I stood and the occupants in the room all seemed to turn at once to look in my direction. Mason got to his feet as well and I had to refrain from looking at the man with everyone’s attention directed on me.

“Thank you all for your hard work and your diligence. I am going to have to call it an early evening on my part. I will see you all here tomorrow morning bright and early. Please, I do not want my evening interrupted unless there is an emergency. Otherwise, I wish you all a pleasant evening.” I stated before locking the documents away in my desk and retrieving my suit jacket from the back of my chair.

One of my advisors looked like he had something to say and took a few steps in my direction but Mason stopped the man by placing a restraining hand on his arm. He guy must have recognized the don’t fuck with me look on the agents face. He immediately backed down and went back to what he doing for which, I was grateful. I was feeling out of sorts and I just needed to quietly regroup. No one dared to bother me as I made my way across the office, Mason a silent shadow behind me. I waved to a few of my secretaries outside the office and gave Chenille a brief nod of acknowledgement as I walked by her and continued to make my way to the private wing of the house.

The girls were over at David’s house so I wouldn’t even have the pleasure of their company tonight. A lonely sigh escaped my lips as I opened the door to my bedroom suite and stepped inside the immaculate sitting area. I heard the click of the door closing behind me and I turned around and gasped in surprise as I came chest to chest and face to face with Mason. I watched wide eyed as he lifted his wrist and did something to the communication link discreetly hidden in the cuff of his shirt. Then he wrapped those muscular arms around my waist and pulled me flush against his body.

My eyes fluttered closed as I buried my face in his neck and inhaled his clean, intoxicating scent deep into my lungs. Who was I kidding? I wanted this man with every fiber of my being. My body just melted and molded against his like we were made fit each other perfectly.

“I muted my comm. link just in case inquisitive ears might be listening. I thought you might need a hug.” He whispered into my ear as he rubbed soothing circles up and down my back.

“Yeah.” Was the only word I managed to murmur as my brain went into sort of a statis. My entire body felt like it was one giant nerve and this man was stimulating to the point I felt like I wanted to rut against him like a horny little puppy.

Mason must have sensed my thoughts because he eased back and silently slipped my jacket off my shoulders. He placed it on the back of the chair and reached for my tie. “Tell me what you need, baby.” He whispered and my body shuddered as my mind raced to all the nasty, dirty things I wanted this man to do to my body.

My cock instantly hardened and tried to valiantly to aim straight for the source of it’s excitement, but it was hindered behind the zipper of my pants.

“You’ve had a rough day. It almost broke my heart to watch you struggle through it. Let me do something for you. You can ask me for anything, or you can leave it to me to figure it out.” Mason crooned before brushing those tantalizing lips of his against mine. The touch was butterfly soft, but the impact of it was like a being doused by waves of hot desire.

The only thing I could get out of my mouth was a strangled, needy little whimper. I felt Mason’s lips curve into a smile against the sensitive skin of my throat. “I’ll figure it out then.” His warm breath caressed the spot he’d been nibbling while he continued to unbutton my shirt. I turned my head giving him permission as well as better access to continue doing what he was doing. The feel of his lips on my neck and the brush of his fingers against my abs had my cock throbbing like mad behind the confines of my zipper.

My brain was on complete meltdown, I could do nothing but stand there and take whatever it was Mason wanted to do to me.

“That’s it baby, just relax, free your mind, and let me make you feel good. Let me unwind and take the stress off those broad shoulders for a little while.” He stated before dropping to his knees in front of me.

I had to close my eyes, I couldn’t watch what he was preparing to do. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve been touched intimately by another person. It’s been so long since someone other than myself has handled my dick. I knew exactly where this was going and I couldn’t watch. It’s been so goddammed long I feared I was going to go off like a rocket the very first second he touched my dripping cock.

A groan bubbled out of my chest when I felt the tug on my belt. Mason released the button on my slacks, and my entire body clenched with the sound of my zipper being undone echoed around the room.

“Fucking perfect.” Mason breathed out against the wet bulbous tip of my rock hard shaft as he freed me from the confines of my boxers.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed and threw my head back and my fingers slid into his thick hair and I held on for dear life as the agent lasciviously flattened his tongue and licked the weeping head of my cock.

The sensation of his warm tongue lapping at me over and over again like he couldn’t get enough of my essence had my knees threatening to buckle from underneath me. Mason must of realized this because he surged forward, a move that had me stepping back until my butt hit the back of the heavy wing back chair behind me. Mason stuck the tip of his tongue into the slit of my cock and I knew right then and there I wasn’t going to last.

It’s been too fucking long, and his mouth was so hot and talented I was going to come like a geyser any second now. My fists clenched in his hair and I had to swallow the groan of unadulterated delight wanting to break free when Mason engulfed my entire length until the sensitized head of my cock hit the soft tissues at the back of his throat. My ass clenched and my vision blurred. Sweat broke out across my forehead as my agent began bobbing that delicious mouth up and down the length of my pulsing cock.

“Ohgodohgod…motherfuck… Ma… Mason… Fuck don’t stop…I’m going to come…Fuck!” I grunted as my balls drew up tight against my body.

A surge of heat tingled it way down the length of my spine and my heart pounded against my ribs. The heat in my lower back spread like wildfire to my engorged nuts. It felt like I was internally combusting as my balls suddenly exploded a a flood of semen spewed violently out the head of my cock. I poured line after line of thick come down Mason spasming throat. He man grunted, but never lost the seal of suction of those life changing lips from around the girth of my twitching shaft. He took all that I had to give until my knees buckled and he guided me down to the floor next to lie him.

What a debauched sight I must of made. I was sweaty, with my shirt completely unbuttoned. My cock exposed and still wet with his saliva and half erect between the gaping flaps of my pants. I was still desperately trying to draw air into my depleted lungs as I turned my head and looked at the man who just rocked my world. He was grinning at me like the cat that got the canary and I couldn’t help but to smile like a loon right back at him. He was still perfectly groomed except for where my fingers were tangled in his hair.

“Thanks.” I whispered as he gently tucked me back into my clothes.

“Anything for you, baby.” He whispered before he kissed me and I’ll admit it, I swooned like a Victorian Miss as I fell even further for this man.

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

(The amazing Sandra Bullock as my vision of VP Elyana Soto-Diaz)

Mason

“Fuck.” I mumbled under my breath as I slammed through my bedroom door and tore at the constricting bow tie wrapped around my neck. I breathed a sigh of relief when I got the knot undone and popped a few buttons on this damn tuxedo shirt. Shrugging out of the designer jacket, I carelessly threw it on the back of the lounge chair, and plopped my ass down on the sofa to kick off my dress shoes. My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head as I wiggled my poor burning toes. I would have loved to peel off the silk socks and let my skin breathe, but I didn’t have the fucking energy.

Thank fucking god my day was finally over. I think I’ve been on my feet for the past three days straight. Coming back from the President’s impromptu retreat to Camp David, Jaxon had hit the ground running. The man hadn’t stopped moving and shaking since. He was up at the crack of dawn to exercise, then he spent some time with his children, only to move on to meetings after meetings with members of the government and other officials.

Then there were the numerous conference calls, media appearances, and etc. The debriefings with heads of National Security advisors, the Military Leaders and such. It was a constant fucking blur, and keeping the man within my sights at all times was a damn challenge with everyone pulling him in opposite directions. To top it all off, everyone had been in frenzy preparing for the State Dinner hosting the Elizabeth, the Queen of England and her husband Prince Philip. To say I’d been in total awe would have been an accurate description. Like anyone else, I’ve seen the monarch multiple times on television, but I never dreamed that I’d meet the dynamic lady face to face, ever.

Planning for this event with my team, the local police, the Queen’s security ambassador and working in collaboration with the Royal Protection Command and National Security was tiring, exhausting, mind numbing, and any other word that can be used to describe the bone deep exhaustion currently rendering my poor, aching body into utter uselessness was to say the least now that the event had over and done with. It’d gone off without a hitch, no crazies trying to get in uninvited, no drama amongst all the dignitaries in attendance, and most of all no breaches in security protocols set in place.

Everything had worked out as planned, I especially had to thank the President’s gorgeous daughters who were his dates to the gala tonight. My chest almost burst with pride watching those beautiful girls, dressed to the nines as they escorted their equally breathtaking father in front of the press. They stood regal at his side as they welcomed the Royals as if this was something they did on a daily basis. The young ladies were the picture of poise and graceful beauty. But I had to admit, that amongst all the glamour and glitter on show tonight, and next to Jaxon’s magnificence, it was the Vice President, Elyana Soto-Diaz who stole the show wearing stunning red designer gown paired with killer black stilettos.

The VP had returned from an overseas peace conference trip shortly after Jaxon’s return from Camp David. They’d spent almost an entire day with their combined staff members going over the highlights of the conference. It was nice seeing her and her husband, Dr. Marco Diaz again after briefly meeting them when I’d originally arrived in Washington D.C. to take my position here with the Secret Service.

They made a beautiful couple, and their grown children were equally as stunning and accomplished. Their son, Enrique followed his father’s footsteps and he’s currently completing his surgical internship at Walter Reed Medical Center where his father was on the medical board and also worked as a Cardiothoracic Surgeon.

Their daughter, Magdalena is currently in her last year of school earning her degree in Law at the prestigious Yale University. They were both in attendance tonight as well, and both families got on well with each other. I guess when you work in such close proximity, and you’re constantly under scrutiny from the entire world. You kind of had to form close bonds with one another, or else the professional and personal relationships with each other within the walls of the White House wouldn’t be bearable at all.

If I’d been one to listen to idle gossip, especially tonight. The rumor mill would have starred several of the old as sin Congressmen lusting after Magdalena, their raunchy jokes about the Vice President’s choice of dress and what’s possibly underneath it. The less than subtle digs from Senator Harris, Chenille’s Uncle, who blustered about Jaxon’s choice of escorting his daughters and turning down his youngest daughter who’d graciously offered to be his guest for the evening to the event. Everyone could sense the pompous Senator’s desperation in trying to elevate his status and that of his family by trying to pawn off his manipulative little slut on Jaxon.

Some would say I’m bias because I was attracted to Jaxon on so many levels, but the fact still remained that most of the male members of Congress have seen more of Nicolette Harris ass than the Presidential Seal. Now she’s set her eyes on the ultimate prize, the President of the United States, and with her cousin working on his staff, she and her father thought that Chenille was their ticket to get them closer to the man.

I would have loved to be a fly on the wall to witness their reactions when Chenille had to tell them the President had not only refused to have anything to do with Nicolette, but had put Chenille in her place and threatened to fire her if she’d ever brought the subject of her cousin up to him again. Ever since that altercation, I’ve quietly been watching Chenille and I have taken some necessary procedures in monitoring her activities. She worked too close to the President for me to feel comfortable giving her free reign even though she was one of his senior staff members.

Something fishy was going on with her, and seeing who she was related to, I don’t trust her. They all came off as a little bit too desperate to hook Jaxon up with the Capitol Hill Lolita. I’m not the one who dubbed Senator Harris’ daughter that by the way, it was a standing joke amongst the Secret Service officer’s, especially those who are covering security for the Senators like Grant Harris for example. I’ve also put an extra set eyes and ears on the self righteous Senator himself, and his daughters just in case. A trusted agent who answered only to me and the Director of Secret Service. The Director and former Special Agent David Knox were the only people I’d shared my concerns with in regards to the Harris family.

My cell phone pinged a notification of an incoming text message, and I was glad the device was in my pants pocket instead of my jacket, which was currently too far away for my tired body to even attempt to reach.

J: Are you still awake, Agent Carter?

Me: Somewhat, I haven’t been able to muster the energy from where I’m sitting in order to go to bed yet. What can I do for you Mr. President?

J: Well, I just wanted to tell you goodnight and to get some rest. I don’t think I’m up for a workout in the morning, so you can sleep in, Agent Carter.

Me: That’s fine Mr. President. I hope you get some much needed rest.

J: I’m too keyed up to sleep, I’m tired but my thoughts are still rattling around in my head, but thank you for your kind words, Agent Carter.

A devious smile curled my lips as I read his last message. I knew several techniques guaranteed to bring that gorgeous man out of his head. Suddenly I wasn’t feeling so tired anymore as my blood heated in my veins, and my cock plumped behind the zipper of my pants. Instead of answering his last message. I made sure to turn on and mute the open channels on my com-link. I need to listen what was going on in the house at this time of night. Final floor checks should have been completed by now, and outdoor patrols should be in full effect.

I quickly shoved my feet back into my shoes. Pocketed my cell phone and rolled my shirt sleeves up to my elbows. I ran my fingers through my hair in an attempt to appear at least somewhat decent if I ran into someone in the hallway. I wasn’t too worried about it though, this was the private wing of the house and this floor was the most secured and least patrolled after hours due to giving the first family a semblance of peace and quiet. The only thing that concerned me was the hallway cameras. But surely checking on my President isn’t against the rules. I’d just have to keep track of the time I spent in his suite.

Making sure to keep a straight face and march down the hall with purpose, I came to a stop in front of the President’s door like I was summoned. Nodding a greeting to the Agent at standing guard at the end of the hall, I raised a hand and tapped on the panel and waited on baited breath to see the beautiful face that’s haunted me day and night. He didn’t make me wait long before he opened the door and went adorably wide eyed with my appearance. He licked those delectable lips before stepping back and allowing me to enter the room.

No sooner had he closed and locked the door behind me, I rushed him and wrapped my arms around his firm, warm body. He was wearing a pair of well worn sweatpants, and a threadbare Harvard t-shirt. I crashed my lips against his and his surprised little gasp was enough to have me dipping my tongue into the warm, sweet cavern of his mouth. Damn, he tasted good. Better than anything I’ve ever had the pleasure to experience.

Reluctantly dragging my lips away from his, I maneuvered him further into the room until the back of his knees hit the love seat. “You sounded a little stressed babe. I’m here to help you with that, but we don’t have a lot of time. The cameras and the patrolling agents won’t give us that luxury.”

“Um…Okay.” He responded. He was completely flustered and my cock went full on hard at the dazed look on his face. A look I’ve placed there. Pride puffed out my chest just a little more as I went for his mouth again. I let my hands roam freely over the sculpted planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs until my fingers teased the waist band of his sweats. He released a sexy little whimper, and fuck if the sound didn’t cause the fire in my balls to burn even hotter.

“Oh god.” He moaned into my mouth as my hand wrapped around the thick length of his rigid shaft. Sweet Jesus, he’d gone commando. Immediately, I dropped to my knees. I didn’t give him time to form a coherent thought in his head. I released my prize long enough to grab two fistfuls of fabric and pulled his sweats to his knees.

His beautiful cock almost slapped me in the face, and his scent swirled in the air between us, making me almost dizzy with desire. “Focus on me baby, nothing else.” I instructed him seconds before lapping at the weeping head of his cock like a was eating the most delicious ice cream. His flavor burst across my taste buds, and I had to have more. I needed more.

Wrapping the fingers of one hand around his girth, I used the other hand to fumble with the buttons and zipper of my pants. Once I finally freed myself, I wrapped my lips around the bulbous head of his member and drew him deep into my mouth while pumping the thick root o his shaft. His groans intensified and with so did my need to see him come. The aching desperation I had to taste all of him spurred me on. I used my lips sheathed my teeth and began to bob up and down the length of his shaft, using my fingers to apply just enough pressure to the length of him I didn’t have in my mouth.

The head of his cock bumped time and time again into the back of my throat as I furiously worked his dick while jacking myself to rhythm to my suctioning mouth. Jaxon began pumping his hips, driving himself deeper into my throat, and I hollowed my cheeks to increase the suction and relaxed my throat to take everything he’s giving me. His shaft pulsed and throbbed letting me know he was close, just as the first tingling of my own release cut a path of fire down the length of my spine and pooled in the heavy sacs of my balls. They quivered with my impending release and drew up tight to my body.

Jaxon’s hands fisted in my hair and he gave me one more powerful thrust of his hips, driving his cock deep into my throat, and I repeatedly swallowed around his length, milking his release from him as he spurted his orgasm down my throat. I had to will my jaw not to clamp down on his still throbbing dick as my cock jerked once, twice, three times coming all over my hand and the floor like a geyser. My vision blurred and came back into focus. My body throbbed as I gently released Jaxon’s softening cock from my mouth.

He staggered backwards and plopped down on the loveseat. His pants still at his knees. He brought his hand up to scrub it over his face. “Damn, you sucked my very soul through my cock.” He whispered before giving me a tired chuckle.

“Well Mr. President, you should have no problems going to sleep now. My work here is done.” I grinned at him as he blinked his sleepy eyes up at me.

Leaning in, I gave him a sweet little kiss, before cleaning up my mess and helping him to fix his clothes. I couldn’t help but to wrap my arm around his narrow waist and lead him to his bed. I gently tucked him in, giving him one more kiss before turning off the bedside lamp and making my way out of his bedroom.

I checked to make sure I was decent before entering the hallway and heading back to my room. I could still taste him on my tongue, and I fought against the goofy grin that would surely give me away from spreading across my face. There’s also the fact that my body was definitely too tired to respond to handle any other stimulus right now. But, I was damn sure going to sleep with a smile on my face tonight.

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Please the enjoy the video, One Republic’s “Apologize”. Don’t get anxious, it’s the plot, you guys know I am all for happy endings, that doesn’t mean there aren’t going to be any blips along their journey to happiness. xoxo, Dianna”

Jaxon

“No, absolutely not. We can’t just pull “The Beast” over on the side of the road and run into just any and every convivence store because you want ice cream. If you want something in particular, we can have it delivered to the house, or have one of your elite chefs make it at home.” Mason argued sounding like a disgruntled parent as I instructed the driver to pull over at the entrance to the gourmet ice cream shop just blocks away from the White House. An order of which the nervous chauffeur was completely ignoring as my agents scanned the area as if an unlikely assassin was waiting in an alley close by to try and make an attempt on my life.

“Daddy, we have several flavors of ice cream at home. I’m sure you’ll find whichever one you want to satisfy your sweet tooth amongst the choices.” Elizabeth stated as she continued to tap away on her cellphone. Catherine just shook her head as she continued to read from her e-reader.

Sighing out my displeasure, I turned my attention out the car window and watched the storefronts wiz by as the motorcade made its way through the police cleared path back to the White House. We were rounding Dupont Circle before I wistfully responded. “I miss shopping for myself. I miss being able to walk into a store and browsing the isles just to see what the place had to offer. I miss trying to make the choice of buying a red and juicy apple or a Granny Smith. I miss sampling the cookies at the deli counter. I miss the normalcy of just shopping for myself.”

Elizabeth and Catherine immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed across the seat to sandwich me in the middle of a bone crushing hug. “Daddy, don’t. We hate it when you get into this mood. We get it. We miss it too, but you were meant for greatness and being in this role was meant for you. Mama always said sacrifices had to be made to make this world a better place.” Lizzy whispered in my ear and it took all they I had to smile reassuringly at her and nod my head in understanding.

God bless their little hearts, they were such troopers, graciously living in the spotlight of my life. They understood and have accepted their burdens without resentment or malice. I couldn’t have asked for better children. They’re my world, but even they couldn’t understand the weight that I carried on my shoulders on a daily basis. It wasn’t just the loss of the freedom to do simple everyday mundane tasks such as grocery shopping or perusing storefronts on the street. It was the constant scrutiny, the judgmental assumptions from the people of the very country I tirelessly served. The injustice of the fact I that had to hide my true self in order to satisfy the polls and fit the image of the status quo that came with the race to keep ahead of everyone else on this political merry-go-round.

Today I was feeling the pressure more than any other day. I have been extremely blessed to be in the position as the head of a super power that is the United States of America. But I can honestly say that I’m glad that this is my last term in office. I can hand the reins over to whomever America chooses as their next leader, and hopefully I will be able to live out the rest of my life with some semblance of happiness. My girls will go on to college, find a young man or woman of their choice, and live their lives as they see fit, and I just want to do the same. My gaze swept over to Mason, and my heart fluttered in my chest as those enigmatic eyes of his held me captive.

After the other night, when he tucked me into bed after pleasuring me in such a way I’ve never experienced before. I’ve had my fair share of sexual acts performed on me as well as performing some throughout my adult years, but the man had worked my body like he’d created it just for his pleasure alone. I can’t remember ever enjoying an orgasm before like the bone melting one, he’d given me in such a short space of time. If he could reduce me to a brainless bundle of goo with just his talented mouth, I was sure that man would render me useless if we ever got around to having sex. I’d woken up the following morning yearning for things I’m fully aware weren’t going to be possible anytime soon.

Even with those realities staring me in the face. I had laid in my bed wondering what it would be like to wake up wrapped in Mason’s strong arms. His delicious body naked and sleep warmed as he slept beside me. I lowered my eyes from his questioning glare, and mentally shook those thoughts away. I kissed my girls and shooed them back to their side of the car as my motorcade cleared the gates of the White House. We circled around the drive and the car pulled around to the South entrance. Secret Service swamped the driveway as usual as the car pulled to a stop. A routine walk through was performed and the all clear was received before my door was opened.

The girls were flanked by their guards and escorted into the house. I could already see my team of advisors chomping at the bit as they waited to bombard me with this afternoon’s itinerary, and I wasn’t feeling it all at the moment. I breezed right by them as I held up a hand to ward off anything they may have wanted to say.

“If it’s not an imminent threat of war, a national disaster, or anything of immediate import. It can wait and be rescheduled for tomorrow. I’ll be in my private suite and not to be bothered. Route any concerns through the necessary channels as needed.” I informed my gaping staff as I continued through the maze of hallways as I made a beeline for my room. “Agent Carter, I have no plans to leave my room other than to check on the girls, in other words, your afternoon is yours. Thank you.” I concluded before firmly closing my suite’s door in his handsome, but stunned face. I knew I was being unfair to everyone, especially my sexy as sin protector with my pissy mood, but right now, I just didn’t give a fuck.

Shrugging out of my jacket, I slung it over the back of the sofa as I made my way straight to the stocked mini-bar in the corner of the room. I lifted the ornate glass decanter of bourbon and poured myself a generous serving before making my way back to the sofa and unceremoniously plopped my ass on the plush cushions. I loosened my tie and kicked of my shoes, grabbed the glass and slouched back against the cushions. I took a healthy swig of the amber liquid and closed my eyes and liquor burned its way down my throat and almost instantaneously warmed my insides.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips. I knew I was in a funk today, and some days were better and some days it was the worst, and today was one of those days. I often wondered if the choices I have made in my life thus far was worth the stress, the loss of privacy, and the monumentous responsibilities that came with being the President of the United States. I’ve spent numerous hours weighing the pros and cons that have come with this office. I’m proud to say that I have never yielded to the pressure of what others in this political arena when they have tied to foist their ideals on me. Assumptions and archaic convictions I don’t agree with, and I will never pretend to agree with in order to keep my job. I’m proud that I have stuck to my guns and fought for what I believe is in the best interest not just for myself and my loved ones, but also for the American people.

What I’m not proud of was suppressing myself for the sole purpose of keeping the popular vote, but then again, who I go home to at the end of my day should be my choice and not the people’s choice or their business. It is naïve of me to think so or even entertain those thoughts holding the most public office in the country. America is not ready for a bisexual President. All was well and good when I first ran for office. I was married to a wonderful woman, the mother of my children, and my best friend. The very woman, I lost way too early to the Devil that was cancer. I never had to deal with these mixed feelings and emotions before. I’d already found the love of my life long before I took the Presidential oath to office, and together we created two beautiful children, made a life, and excelled into our careers landing us right into the highest office of our nation. Now, she is gone, and part of my soul was buried right along with her.

The years following her death, I’ve never had the slightest inclination to even look at another woman, much or less a man, until David was assigned as head of my personal protection detail. The first time I laid on the sexy son-of-a-bitch, my cock stood at attention and wanted to salute the mother fucker in its own way. But my feelings never progressed ant further than that, like myself, the man was very married with kids. He was also as straight as straight could be.

He was well in the safe zone and he became my best friend. The reprobate didn’t even bat an eye when things had gotten to be too much for one night when my darling little girl came to me in a panic. Her menstrual cycle had started earlier in the day at school and I had found myself having to explain the different methods of sanitary products that would be best for her.

There I was just returning from a State dinner, only to find Catherine curled up in the middle of my bed crying her little heart out. At first, I had thought it was because she was missing her Mama, which was also the case, but her issues were something she never had the chance to discuss with her mom before she passed. The reality of the situation had opened a fresh wave of grief for the both of us. It was actually David who went out and bought several boxes of tampons and a couple of packages of pads for her to choose from. It was David’s wife who had facetimed us on the agent’s phone and walked us through the directions of how to use said items. The woman had even dropped what she was doing and came over to help the two bumbling males deal with the sensitive, hormonal preteen.

Needless to say, when all was said and done, I’d resorted to having a glass or more like a bottle of whiskey after Caty had settled down and returned to her room for the night. It was during that eventful evening, I had opened my mouth and let my whole truth flow out of my mouth like vomit. In a drunken state of tell all, I’d voiced all my frustrations, my pain, and released all my pent-up burdens right into the agents lap and he’d stoically sat there and offered his silent support. He’d wound up pouring my miserable ass into bed and have since never let me forget using him like a sext silver fox version of Dr. Phil. He accepted me, warts and all, and he has never made it an issue. I’d even outright asked him if he was offended or appalled that I identify myself as bisexual and his response had left me reeling.

The man had looked me dead in the eye at the time and replied. “Why the fuck should I care who you take to bed? The only thing that would be of any concern to me, is if they were going to make an attempt on your life or try to ruin your career or the reputation of this office.” It was in that moment, I realized that he was not just my assigned bodyguard. He was my friend. I wish the people of this country; hell, the entire world had that mentality.

Total acceptance would definitely make the world a better place. People are more than their sexuality. And I have tirelessly tried my best in my time as the President to make America see that, and lead by example. I have campaigned and championed the fact that people should not be defined by who they are partnered with, but who they are as a person ad what they have to offer to this world, but bigots and religion, and whatever else people wanted to use to justify their agendas and beliefs will always venture where they have no business in order to prove their point. Again, I may just be just that naïve in my own beliefs.

My dilemma still remained and has haunted me all day. I am attracted, truly attracted and deep in lust over a man. A man who seems to return my feelings and very much wants to explore them. He makes me year for things that are impossible for at this point in time. How would I even make that work. Mason had outright, bold as you please told me to my face, he is willing to hide behind closed doors just to be with me.

How is that fair to him? How can I take that chance? There are too many obstacles in our way, and how selfish it would be of me to take him up on what he is dangling in front of me like the ultimate prize. He is worth more than that. I am bound to this office for the next two and a half years, and even after that, there are expectations that will haunt me for the rest of my life as a former President.

Draining the glass, I shook my head and wondered if it was a good idea to get a refill or not. Is plunked the glass down back on the table. It was the middle of the afternoon and here I was holding a pity party for myself alone in my room contemplating whether or not if I should drink myself into a stupor. I should be counting my many blessings. Thanking God that my daughters have grown up to be such well-rounded young ladies, even without having their mother’s gentle guidance to aide them through this life.

Instead, I am sitting here lamenting over the fact that I want to have my agent handle me in all kinds of ways, most I am sure would be illegal if the public got wind of what I want that man to do to me and what I want to do to him. Filthy, vulgar things that has no chance of happening in any room of this particular house. Just the thought alone had my dick plumping up behind my zipper and I shot to my feet and snatched the glass from the coffee table.

I needed something to drown out these illicit thoughts. I needed to erase the memory of how it felt to have Mason’s wicked lips wrapped around my cock. I needed to get good and plastered in hopes that I could just forget my burdens for a little while. God help me, I want that man, and as I poured another two fingers of bourbon, I was convinced that it would take more than some top shelf liquor for me to forget even one moment of how it felt to be on the receiving end of Mason’s laser focused attention.

Taking my drink back to the sofa, I set it down before pulling my tie off altogether. I threw it words the chair with my jacket and stretched out to consume my drink. I purposely allowed my mind to blank out all the jumbled thoughts rolling around in my head, and soon I found my eyelids were getting heavy until I just gave up and let them close as sheer exhaustion enveloped me in its embrace. I drifted off into a dreamless slumber. The next time my eyes fluttered open, I was disorientated for a minute.

The room was dark except for the muted glow of the desk lamp across the room. I raised a heavy hand and scrubbed it over my face as I wondered what time of the day it was. I turned my head to look out the window but my gaze landed on the shadowy figure seated in the chair situated directly across from the couch I was stretched out on. Agent Carson’s eyes glittered like diamonds in the muted light as his intense stare pinned me and held me immobile where I was lying. After a few erratic heartbeats, I broke eye contact first. My brain was too muddled to deal right now and I just needed some space to breathe, and certainly couldn’t do that with him in such close proximity to me.

So, against my better judgement, I sat up and raised a condescending brow at the man. I let the words tumble out of my mouth. “I specifically said, I do not want to be disturbed.”

The man matched my belligerent attitude and then some. He rendered me speechless when he responded. “Well, that’s too fucking bad for you then because I’m about to disturb the hell out of you. You care to tell me what has got you in such and fucking mood. I’ve spent all day wondering if it was something I did. If you don’t want me, say so. If I have overstepped my bounds, tell me and I’ll not only leave you alone. I’ll request a reassignment. The last thing I want to do is upset your life. I want, no I need you to be up front and just communicate what it is you want, and I’ll deal with whatever it is.”

He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I left several flavors of ice cream for you in the kitchen to choose from. When you’ve made your decision about us let me know so I can plan accordingly. I won’t bother you for the rest of the night. The girls are studying and all is well at the moment. Good night Mr. President.”

The door closed and the clicked quietly behind him as he exited my suite. I sat there once again feeling like a piece of shit. That man was capable of wringing so many fucking emotions out of me and for the love of God, I had no idea what I’m supposed to do, much or less even think. This was so fucked up on so many levels. I needed to apologize to Mason first and foremost. The problem wasn’t that I didn’t want him, the problem was that I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything and any one in a very long time, and that right there was the foundation of my dilemma.

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

The South Lawn flowers (White House)

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Mason

Tumbling out of bed, I vowed to make whoever it was banging incessantly on my bedroom door pay with their fucking life for interrupting my sleep. I felt like I just went to bed, dammit.

“What, the hell…” I barked as I shoved my service weapon in the back of my sweats before throwing my bedroom door open and giving in to the temptation of shooting the fucker standing there.

“So…so sorry to bother so early Agent Carter, Sir. But I was told to come get you immediately. POTUS is on the move without his usual security detail. Agent Marks said to inform you right away.” The nervous rookie agent shifted as if he would rather be doing anything else at o’ dark-thirty in the morning than standing here telling me this bullshit.

“What do you mean POTUS is on the move? Where the hell is he going this time of the morning.” I snapped as I turned on my heels to grab my phone, and a hoodie. I shoved my feet into the first available pair of sneakers I could find, and I strapped on my holster and secured my weapon.

The rookie was hot my heels as I charged down the hallway heading straight for the security room to see what the hell was going on. Damn, this was not the time for POTUS to be throwing a fit or whatever the fuck’s going on the that beautiful head of his. It’s like he’s trying his best to test my ever-loving patience between his snit yesterday and this pulling this shit now.

“Status update. Who has eyes on POTUS and where the hell is he going?” I snapped as I entered the coordinated chaos of the security room. I headed straight for the bank of monitors mounted on the wall across the room.

“Bring up the private wing and give me time stamps. Now.” I demanded of the tech operating the multiple surveillance cameras covering every inch of the house and surrounding property. His fingers flew over the keyboard in his haste to get me what I wanted.

“We’ve got eyes on POTUS. He’s just inside the perimeter of the South lawn. It looks like he is headed for the rose gardens, Sir. Should we approach on your command and return to him to the house?” The disembodied voice of the Agent reported through the speaker of the office’s comm link.

“Negative. Give him his space, but keep in within your sights. I’m on my way.” I said as the tech switched the view from the interior of the house to the outer lawn. I watched the man I have come to care about more than appropriately possible dressed almost identical as I was in sweatpants and a hooded shirt. A baseball cap was pulled low over his face as he trudged through the early morning dampness still coating the lush green grass of the South lawns. He looked like he dragged himself out of bed and just decided he could stand another minute of being inside the house.

My heart thudded in my chest. The dejected slump of those wide shoulders told a story all it itself. I turned around and made my way through the now bustling hallway. I spied several of Jaxon’s Aides rushing towards me. I held up my hand to cut off the barrage of questions I knew was getting ready to spew out their mouths. Now was definitely not the time.

“No, I don’t know what he is up to. He needs some space this morning. It’s within my judgement at this time to cancel POTUS’s morning routine until further notice. The press core is not allowed anywhere other than the press room. Have the Press Secretary work her magic, say something to appease the good people of America. POTUS needs a minute this morning. Thanks.” I said and brushed past them without a backward glance.

Slipping through the closest patio door. I followed the familiar brick pathway and pillars until I came up the steps leading to the infamous platform where many Presidents have stood and made historical speeches over the years. Continuing past the podium, I followed the path and gave the two agents standing off to the side of the lawn a brief head nod in acknowledgement, but my eyes was focused on the lone figure standing in the predawn mist surrounding the plethora of colorful blooms of the well-tended rose bushes.

“Good morning Mr. President, care to tell me why you decided to stroll the grounds without your security detail this morning?” I inquired as I stepped up to him and kept my gaze steadfastly on the ground at my feet. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I didn’t trust myself not to look into those molten mercury orbs and not drag the man into my arms and kiss him senseless. I knew he was feeling the weight of his responsibilities and he was struggling to cope. I understood the restraints placed on him, the burden and stress that came with his position, but my job was to keep the man safe, protected, and out of harm’s way, even from himself.

The lines between my professional responsibilities and my personal desires were beginning to blur, and damn if my feelings for this man didn’t make my job a million times more difficult.

A heavy sigh was the only response I received from the man, so I swallowed the scolding that was burning like acid in the back of my throat and just kept my silence, hopefully giving him a moment of peace and myself, a minute to gather my thoughts and hope that somehow my presence offers him some semblance of support.

Several silent minutes pass before he turns to me and quietly states, “I want to go to my cabin for a few days. Not Camp David or the vineyard, or anywhere else associated with this office. I don’t want a major production, and I don’t want everyone in God and creation advised of my intent. I just want a few days of total peace to regroup and regain my bearings, and I especially don’t want a whole squadron of agents shadowing my every move while I’m there either. Make it happen. I want to leave no later than tonight after I talk to my girls.”

Even though my mind was immediately racing through the logistics of his request. I could only open my mouth to answer. “Yes, Mr. President.” The tone of his voice had left no room what-so-ever for me to argue the organizational nightmare of fulfilling his request on such short notice.

“Good. Please escort me back to my room.” He turned back towards the house and I stepped aside to let him pass. As he stepped by me, he whispered a quiet, “Thank you.” before continue on his way.

Dutifully, I followed behind him and tried my best not to ogle his delectable ass that was so promptly outlined in his fitted sweats. I should be worried about how I was going to grant him his wish of going to his private cabin located just outside of the Smokey Mountains in Tennessee instead of lusting after him, but I can’t seem to help myself. I can feel the headache that started when I was so rudely awakened earlier this morning intensify with every step I took. This turn of events only increased the painful throbbing behind my eyes. An unplanned trip was a security disaster in the making.

Jaxon’s cabin was nestled in the middle of nowhere surrounded by over 200 acres of dense forest. The people of the local township closest to his property were all aware of who the 2600 square foot cabin and the immediate land around it belonged to. The cabin originally belonged to Jaxon’s parents and his grandparents before them. He recently added the additional property to further add to the privacy and seclusion of the heavily remodeled cabin.

We made it back to his room without incident. I was never more grateful for small favors. Sometimes the White House was like a gossip mill. The place was worse than a small community where everyone knew everyone else’s business. Word spread through these halls faster than the speed of light. You never knew who was listening or who was watching. I totally understood the lack of privacy and the frustration Jaxon is burdened with every minute of his life as the most powerful man in this country.

“Please close the door and have a seat, I just need a moment of your time.” Jaxon requested and the took the cap off his head and raked his fingers through his disheveled hair. On any given day, this man was so well put together. He always looked like he just stepped right off the pages of GQ magazine, and he never failed to take my breath away. But seeing him like this, a little rumpled, with the shadow of stubble on his unshaven, chiseled jaw made me just want to make lick him and savor every inch of his delicious body.

No sooner as the door clicked closed and I turned to face Jaxon, a small, “oomph,” left my lips as I was pushed against said door. Jaxon burrowed his face into my neck and his arms locked around my waist.

“I’m sorry I’ve been such an asshole. I just…” He cut off the rest of what he was going to say with a heartfelt sigh. He nuzzled his face further under my chin.

Getting over the initial shock of his sudden display of affection. I wrapped my arms around him and reveled in how right he felt against me. How well the hard contours of his body fit against mine. “Hush baby, I get it. There is nothing for you to be sorry about. You can always lean on me. I got you.” I whispered soothingly in his ear as I pulled him tighter against my body.

He felt so right in my arms, and if I had my way, I would keep him there indefinitely. But again, being under this particular roof was not the place to show him exactly how I feel about him. As progressive as the world seems to be, having their leader identify as a homosexual male was not something they were ready to accept. Not that it was any of their damn business anyway. Who someone goes home to at night has no bearing on how that person handles their business. But that’s only my opinion anyway.

Jaxon’s body shuddered against mine as I carded my fingers through his hair. The soft, silky strands glided through my fingers. With the way he was pressed against me, I am sure he could feel the hard length of my engorged cock as it pushed eagerly against his hip. I made sure he could feel the effects of my pleasure of having him in my arms.

With another heartfelt sigh, Jaxon continued to hide his face underneath my chin while he spoke. “I know I’m being a diva demanding this trip, but I need it. I need to get away from here. Lately I feel like I am literally living a lie every minute of every day. I got to listen to the world’s problems and figure out how I am going to help the people of this country live their best life, while in turn having to fight those who are bound and determined that it doesn’t happen for them or anyone who holds different beliefs or support their views of what they think is the ideal way of life and living it.”

“Then they are those that only want things only if they get to reap the benefit, and they don’t give a damn about how they get whatever it is or who they destroy to do so. I deal with manipulation, corruption, selfishness, and downright ignorance, and inhumane acts of indecency all day every day, and it’s just too fucking much sometimes. Please, just please make this getaway happen so I can escape from it all just for a few days.” He whispered against the sensitized area of my throat. His warm breath caressing my skin. My heart almost constricted in my chest at the almost despondent tone of his voice. I could feel his tension and stress under my hands knotting up the muscles of his neck and back.

“Come with me.” I said as I reluctantly eased hi away from my body and took his hand in mine. I led him further into his private suite and through the door leading down the short hallway to his personal bathroom. I urged him to sit on the toilet while I walked over to the sunken jacuzzi tub on the other side of the room. Turning the taps on and adjusting the temperature of the water. I pushed the button to close the drain to allow the tub to fill with the warm water before turning back to him and giving him my full attention.

“I can’t make any promises, but while you take a soak in the tub and let the jets work their magic on those tense muscles of yours, I will make a few calls and see if I can make this trip happen for you. Your cabin is remote and not that I am expecting to psychopath to hiding in a tree for the off chance of taking a shot at you, I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t at least take it into consideration. Your safety is of the utmost importance to me.” I stated as I made my way over to him.

Stopping right in front of him, I took him by the hands and guided him up until he was standing in his feet. I placed a finger underneath his chin until those pretty silver eyes of his were focused only on me. “Your well-being is more important to me than anything else, not because you are my President, or my boss and it’s my job. No, it’s even more crucial because I care about you. I want you more than anything or anyone in my life or will come into my life. That is how important you are to me.” I dared to lean forward and I brushed a quick but soft kiss against those lush lips of his to drive the importance and sincerity of my words home in that epic brain of his.

A sexy little whimper mewled out of his throat, and the delicious sound had my cock pulsing behind my zipper like it had a heartbeat of his own. Fuck, I just wanted to strip him bare right here and now. The vision of bending him over the counter and staking my claim on his delectable ass over and over again until neither of us could walk made me dizzy. But again, this was neither the time or the place for these kinds of thoughts or actions. Hell, if I can get him to his cabin then maybe I would be able to shower him with all the love and affection he deserves. Maybe just maybe…argh. “Not the time Carter.” I thought to myself as I reached for the hem of his shirt to pull the material over his head.

With his chest now bared and on display for my viewing pleasure, I had to clear my throat, in an attempt to gather my scattered wits. “Go ahead and enjoy the bath. The tub is filled and the water’s shut off so it won’t be warm for too much longer. Make sure to turn the jets on and relax for a little while. Like I said, I will be in the other room making some calls to cover the necessities of this trip while trying to keep your requests in mind. Your safety comes first though. We may have to come to an agreeable compromise about your security detail, but I promise to make this happen, okay.”

“Thank you, Mason.” He replied as he looked up at me with hooded eyes. His pupils were slightly dilated and he was breathing just a bit heavier. I refused to let my eyes travel away from his. It was bad enough he as standing in front of me half naked already. I didn’t need the added stimulation from the visual of his cock, all hard and pushing against the fabric of his sweats, as if it was begging for me to acknowledge it. To touch and taste it. I was already fighting not to just say, “fuck it,” and give into temptation by dropping to my knees right then and there in front of him. My mouth watered with the idea of finally getting a taste of him.

But I already knew a simple sampling of this man would never be nowhere near enough for me. I wanted to devour him. With that thought, I just nodded my head at Jaxon, spun around on my heels, and hightailed out of the bathroom before I lost the battle of wills about what I should do versus what I want to do to that man. It was my turn to release a long-suffering sigh as I planted my ass on one of the sofa’s in his sitting room. I pulled up the number of the only person I knew who could advise me on making this trip happen for Jaxon.

After the hoops the man had me jump through before he handed over the reins of this job, I was hoping I’d never have to speak to the smug bastard ever again, but as I pulled up the number from my contact list for the former Special Agent, David Knox, I braced myself for the ridicule I was surely going to get from the man.

The man made my training for the Green Berets seem like a walk in the park before he begrudgingly deemed me suitable to take his place safeguarding POTUS. I understood his reasons though. Agent Knox is not only the overprotective badass who has successfully kept the President safe and sane for more than half the man’s political career, he was also Jaxon’s best friend “Yeah, I can’t wait to have this conversation.” I thought and sighed yet again before tapping the call button and waited to the man to answer.

Chapter 16

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Chapter 16

Mason

“Absolutely the fuck not! No way! You are out of your ever-loving mind for even contemplating fulfilling his request.” Former Agent David Knox exclaimed as he paced the length of the small café used by in house agents for their breaks and meals. I chose this location for us to this conversation in relative privacy, well away from the prying eyes and ears in the West Wing. “It’s a logistical nightmare in the making.

“Do you know how many acres that property sites Jaxon’s cabin sits on, and how much man power it would take to comb the forestry there to make sure some radical survivalist, or some certifiable nut job isn’t camping out in hopes of making an assassination attempt on the President. Or some bat-shit crazy idealist hoping for an opportunity to encounter or harm your charge, Agent Carter?” The retired Agent demanded before helplessly throwing his hands up in the air. His frustration clear as day as I calmly sat there and continued to watch him get even more agitated by the minute.

“I’m aware of the logistics involved. I’ve pulled the satellite photos of the property, and I agree with you. Setting this up with minimal Secret Service Agents and Head SSA approval is all but impossible. But, POTUS has requested a few days of normalcy, in a setting that has nothing to do with his office. I’m hoping that whatever funk is driving his feelings right now will pass, but if not, I want to have a contingency plan in place. He’s under a lot of stress right now. There’s opposition coming from all parties, and a personal aide looking to upgrade her status in the man’s life. Of which, I am sure is being encouraged by her father, the good Senator Harris. Something I’m keeping a discreetly close eye on at the moment.”

“Well, would you look at that. Son, have you lost your fucking mind?” Knox barked in face and face and I found myself rearing back in my seat. Shit, that fucker could move fast. His reflexes were still on point even though he’s now retired.

I know full well what he was asking me, and I also knew, that he knows I know what he was referring to, but was I still going to play the innocent about it? Damn Skippy. This man had the power to remove me from my post, and I’ll be damned if I’d let that happen.

I firmly believed it was my calling, and my duty to protect that beautiful man of mine, and his lovely daughters. It just so happened that I couldn’t help falling for Jaxon and his babies, and by some divine miracle, the man cared for me too. If I had to go back into the recesses of some deep dark closet just to be with him. I’ll happily open the door to Narnia and slap that lion on its rump and tell it to move over to make space for me.

Agent Knox planted his ass in the chair bedside me. He leaned over, and rested his elbows on his knees. I studied the man from the corner of my eyes. He was still dress regulation sharp, in a charcoal gray suit that looked like it was tailored to fit his body. His dark hair was shaved low on the sides, and a little length only on the top that was gently spiked in the front with some type of hair product. No receding hairline in sight. His chiseled features were still firm, with only a few laugh lines around those dark, dangerous eyes. He now sported a slight scruff of a beard. His hair was sprinkled throughout with a few strands of gray here and there. The man could only be described as distinguished.

Agent Knox was definitely a sexy silver fox in his prime, with a drop-dead gorgeous body to match. He was all that and more, but there was room in my life for only one older sexy man, and that man was Jaxon. I owed not only meeting Jaxon to Agent Knox though; I also owed him for the opportunity of my current position. He’d placed his trust in me to be the Head Agent in charge of POTUS, but more importantly he was Jaxson’s best friend, and I’ll be forever humbled by his faith in me to keep Jaxon safe, to place Jaxon’s life and well-being before my own. Agent Knox had personally vetted me to take his place. So, I can see where his concern lies, if anything out toward were to ever happen to the current seated President under my watch my career would be in shambles, and his trust in me would have been in vain.

Knox released a much put-upon sigh before uttering, “Don’t sit there and play stupid with me Mason. The fact that you’re even trying to consider granting Jaxon’s request, that you’ve called me over here in hopes of getting me to help you somehow pull off this asinine breach of every protocol we stand for, makes it plain as day that you care for Jaxon on a more personal level than that of him only being your charge. I don’t know what either of you are thinking.” Another frustrated sigh escaped the Agent.

I struggled with the urge to sink lower in my chair. I felt like I’d been chastised after severely disappointing my father or something with the weight of Knox’s disapproval heavy in the room. “The most I’m going to admit is that Jaxon and I have discussed our relationship. I’d never do anything to disrupt his office, and I’d rather remove myself from his detail before there’s any possibility of a scandal touches him. Knox, talk to him. See for yourself where his mind space is at. He needs something other than a retreat to media covered Camp David or Martha’s Vineyard to get back to himself.” I implored of the man.

“Okay, hotshot. Tell me this. Where in the Sam hell are we going to take the President of the United States for a few Days of R&R with minimal security detail, without the press corps knowledge, and the Head of SSA’s approval…hmm?”

“If you’re so bound and determined to do this, then plan it out flawlessly. There’s no need for me to voice what the repercussions would be if one hair on Jaxon’s head is harmed under your watch. You’re talking about breaking regulations, albeit, under a direct order from POTUS. We swore an oath to protect the office and the person representing said office from any threat, Foreign and Domestic, even from the current head of the Oval Office themselves. Are you willing to put your reputation and career on the line because you’re unable to tell Jaxon, no?” Knox stared me straight in the eyes as he pointed out the hard facts of the situation.

Pushing myself out of my chair, I got to my feet and looked down and Knox. “Come on then. I get what you’re saying, but I need you to understand what I’m talking about as well. If I didn’t fear for Jaxon’s mental health. I have no problems telling him there isn’t a chance in Hell, I’d allow him to be reckless with his life and his office. I appreciate you being the voice of reason, and yes, maybe my concern is coming from a place other than Agent to the Protectee. But I’m also human, and I’ve seen what strain and stress can do to people. Would you keep pushing Jaxon to put on a brave face until he burns out and he does something to jeopardize himself, his girls, and fuck, the American people who voted him. His opponents are just salivating for a chance to disgrace him out of office just because he doesn’t pander to their bullshit.”

“Fine, let’s go see the man.” Knox said as he got to his feet as well.

Leading the way through the historical hallways of the house considered as Olympus, otherwise known to the general public as, The White House. The most famous address in the world. 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. I raked my brain tying to think of where I could possibly take Jaxon to allow him to have his rest and relaxation without it becoming a national incident. I needed somewhere small enough that a hand selected contingent of Agents who would be able to secure and patrol the property, but the place had to be secluded enough that Jaxon was secure and protected at all times, but free to do as he pleased. Once I find such a location, then I can research it and present my idea to the Head of SSA for approval.

“Did Jaxon say how soon he wanted this little excursion to take place?” The Agent asked as they passed by the wall of portraits showcasing the current and previous Presidents.

“He didn’t say, but he gave the impression this was an ASAP kind of thing. He wasn’t having a good morning, so I didn’t press him for further details. Like you, I’m hoping that with time, he’ll be able to get pass this, and we’ll got back to his regular schedule. But I sincerely doubt it from what I’ve seen so far. You more than anyone have firsthand knowledge of everything Jaxon’s gone through while diligently serving in this office.” I pointed out as we passed through the working offices for all the personal aides to the President and his multiple advisors.

I made sure I knew where exactly where in the room one particular aide, Chenille was located. That woman’s a viper, and a person of interest to him. Something about her single-minded focus, and her multiple attempts to get Jaxon’s attention rubbed me the wrong way, and she spiked all my protective instincts towards Jaxon. If I had the power to do it, I’d have gotten rid of the woman long time ago. Her Father is an opportunist and he was deplorable enough to use his beautiful daughter to try to further his own agenda. Chenille’s beauty was only skin deep, and I have no sympathy for the woman at all, because she was of the similar mindset the Senator. Both were power hungry and they didn’t care what they had to do, or who they destroyed in the process of getting and keeping more of their so-called power and influence.

The one thing I’d made sure I’d succeeded on was keeping her from having direct contact with POTUS anymore, or anything Jaxon is working actively working on. I’m sure the witch knew I was me the one behind what she considered, a demotion from her previous position as one of the President direct aides. She wasn’t the dumb airhead she liked to present herself to be. But for right now, she was the least of my worries.

“You’re going to have to tell me what’s going on there. Why you’re giving Senator Harris’ little angel the evil eye. Did something new occur since I’ve left the day-to-day life here at Chateau Olympus.” Knox commented as he tried to hide an amused smile behind his fist. The man was well aware of why I hated that Bitch, the woman was married to some poor schmuck in investment banking, but because her and her father had their own agenda. When her plan had failed to set Jaxon up with her cousin for the State Dinner, she’d taken it upon herself to willing try to cause a scandal by outright throwing herself at Jaxon like a pagan offering.

That alone should have given me the right to bodily remove her from this building as a threat to the Presidency, but the saying rings true, that you have to keep your enemies close. Especially in the cutthroat environment that is Washington D.C. At least this way I can keep an eye on her, and the Senator without having to go to extreme measures of setting up extra surveillance and tedious paperwork.

“Huh, whatever. Again, you observant bastard. You know damn well why I want her gone.” I muttered as we bypassed the Agent I’d assigned to guard the Oval Office’s outer entrance for the afternoon. I gave the man a nod in greeting. Knox did the same as the Agent opened the door to allow us entry into the historical room.

“Well, well, well…look who’s here, the previous Agent Sexy in charge and the new Agent Scrumptious. I wonder what I’ve done to be blessed with all this delectable eye candy today.” Colin purred as he batted his lashes at us from his perch on one of the god-awful upholstered sofas in the middle of the room.

“Hey Princess, I see that you haven’t changed not even a little bit since I’ve been gone.” Knox stated as he walked over and wrapped the young man up in his thick arms.

“That five-o-clock shadow you’re no rocking makes you even sexier. Are you sure you I can’t entice you into being my Daddy.” Colin said as he continued to hold onto Knox as if the man was his personal teddy bear.

“If anyone could convert me over the other side, it’s be you. You sexy little thing, you.” Knox all but purred the words at a now swooning Colin.”

I had to bite my lips to keep from laughing at their ridiculousness, that was until I looked over at Jaxon’s to see his reaction to these two. But Jaxon wasn’t even looking in their direction. The man was busy shuffling through the documents on his desk. A deep groove between his brows was a testament of how laser focused he was on the task. Knox was still entertaining Colin, so I walked over to that solid desk and studied the man who was so diligently working, he didn’t even notice me standing there.

“Mr. President, Sir.” I spoke up, hoping to gain his attention.

“Yes.” came the distracted response. Jaxon didn’t even lift his head to from the documents he was perusing.

“Jaxon.” I called more firmly.

Jaxon’s head snapped up and blood shot eyes stared up at me. “Sorry, I was just trying to figure out the long-winded rhetoric as to why Congress feels I need to revise my suggested bill for energy conservation.” He explained as he slouched back into his chair while rubbing his hands over his tired eyes. “Was there something you needed?” He asked as he focused his attention back to me.

“I think it’s time you take a break Sir. Agent Knox has arrived and we’d like to discuss your request a little further.” I stated, knowing full well he’d read in between the lines of what I was non-verbally trying to communicate with him.

The Oval Office was not the place to discuss what he wanted to keep private, the cameras in this room alone, not to mention, despite what people have been told otherwise, there are listening devices everywhere in this room. Colin’s and Knox’s antics were commonplace, they’ve been acting like that for years, so any repercussions from someone hearing their foolishness and getting the conversation to some right-wing conservative who may raise a fuss about it would find themselves scoffed at. Besides neither man gives a shit about what anyone other than what Jaxon thinks of them. It would be a political mockery for anyone to try to use anything those two joked about to try to harm the Presidency.

“Taking a break now seems like a good idea. I was just getting ready to drag him off to lunch anyway. His personal dining area is already prepared for his arrival. I’ll just call upstairs, and have them add two more plates to the table.” Colin chirped as he finally released Knox from his death grip before bouncing out of the room.

Turning his attention to Knox, Jaxon scowled defiantly. “If you’re here to give me the million and one reasons why I can’t do something, or to lecture me about whatever protocol I’m breaking then you can go back home.” Jaxon glared at Knox before pushing himself out of his chair and buttoning his suit jacket.

“You know, you’re being a real fucking Drama Queen, right. Do I need to come out of retirement just so I can wrangle your unruly ass for another couple of years.” Knox deadpanned as he crossed his arms across his wide, muscled chest.

“Fuck you. Chef made her famous cookies today and I’m going to make sure you don’t get any.” Jaxon huffed as he stomped right past his friend.

My jaw almost hit the ground, I’ve never witnessed these two interacting like this before, I swear it’s like watching two kids being mad at one another for no good reason. At least Jaxon wasn’t silently moping for the time being, I’d call that a win. Now, I had to see if those three will be able to make through lunch without Colin stripping Knox for his sexual gratification, or Jaxon throwing a temper tantrum over cookies. Sheesh, this is my life. I thought as I followed in the wake to the two bickering men walking side by side down the hall in front of me.

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Mason

I sat in my office chair and released another long-suffering sigh as my ass hit the cool leather seat. The tension in my neck and shoulders slowly melted away with the ending of yet another uneventful day. POTUS was securely settled in residence with his gorgeous girls, a pile of blankets, and enough snacks to feed the entire White House core staff. They were all in for the night and watching a movie in the family’s movie room. I’d handed off shift to my relief agent and technically I was free for the remainder of the night to go home to my own house, but I was reluctant to leave Jaxon, even if I was off shift. I still wanted to be near the man.

After Agent Knox’s visit, Jaxon seemed to be in better spirits. He didn’t look like the weight of the world was literally taking its toll on him as much this evening. But I could still clearly see the signs of stress and burn out when my gaze landed on those pretty eyes of his. I was still trying to figure out a safe place to give him a reprieve from it all. My blood pressure isn’t going to withstand the challenges Jaxon’s cabin presented, as Knox had so eloquently articulated all my fears earlier today. The obnoxious bastard had pointed out everything that already had me reaching for my antacids every two hours like clockwork.

All the blind spots in the woods surrounding the Presidents private property, and the tremendous safety issues with ground transportation alone was a nightmare to even contemplate getting around them. It would take a miracle to get the Head of Secret Service and the DOJ to approve an unsanctioned trip anywhere other than the usual Presidential travel locations. Places that have been vetted for months and sometimes for years even with maximum clearance, visibility, and a shit ton of security detail in place, even if POTUS was just passing through for a fleeting stop over much or less a weekend stay.

A light tapping noise on my meager office door roused ne out of head and had me glancing towards the partially opened doorway. I immediately had to bite my lips to keep myself from laughing out loud at the vision in front me. God Bless Colin’s brave little unapologetic heart. The President’s body man surely knew how to light up this antiquated old house with his shine and sparkle, like a bright disco ball covered in rainbow colored glitter. He stood there as nonchalant as you please wearing a bright pink, fluffy onesie with footsies, and I kid you not, the hood was pulled up over his mop of blond curls complete with floppy bunny ears.

I all but choked on my own spit at the thought of whether or not that get-up had a pompom bunny tail on the ass if the pretty little man turned around and showed me the back of his jammies. I must say, he looked fresh faced and comfortable. He must have been coming from the kitchens on his way back to the residence evidenced by the pile of goodies he had in his arms. I’m sure the agents on duty didn’t even bat an eye at Colin while he roamed around the house looking like that, they were used to his antics by now, and a majority of them indulged him to the point of ridiculousness.

I managed to compose myself long enough to greet Jaxon’s shadow. “Hey Colin, did y’all work your way through the mountain of snacks that was in the movie room already?”

“Nope, Janey, the evening server just forgot to include some of the things Jaxon swears only I’ll eat.” He said as he bounced into the miniscule room and dumped his armful on top of my desk. “Aren’t you off duty for the next forty-eight. If it wasn’t required for me to be here around the clock, I would’ve been long gone already.” He chirped and he planted his ass on the corner of my desk.

I perused his stash and I had to agree with Jaxon, if I ate any of those ghost pepper flavored snacks, my gut and my asshole would never recover from consuming any of it. My gaze went from his snacks towards him and I forced a cough to cover the bark of laughter that tried to escape my throat. There was indeed a bunny tail on the back of the suit, a big poofy white one, that I was sure bobbed up and down with every step this little minx took.

The struggle to compose myself was real, it took me a moment to respond. “Yeah, I’ll be heading out in a minute. I was just thinking about possible locations and the logistics to try and fulfill Jaxon’s request now that his current environment and movements doesn’t require my sole focus at the moment.”

“Aww, that is so adorably sweet of you trying to make his wishes come true. I can’t take it.” He chortled as he excitedly clapped his hands together. “Maybe I have a suggestion for you.” His demeanor and his tone changed from playfulness to serious so quickly, I almost thrown if balance for the moment.

“I wanted to talk about my idea of a possible location earlier when David was here earlier, but there are too many eyes and ears for me to say anything about the place I’ve been thinking about. I’ve been waiting to see if I could get to talk to you off record for a bit, but I didn’t want to take your focus away from POTUS while you were on duty. I still don’t want to say anything out loud even in here. The only thing I will say is that I know you are aware I am friends with your cousin’s husband. As you know my family still lives the same neighborhood where I grew up in back in New York. I met Gavy back in the day when my friends and I used to hang out at the neighborhood pizzeria. We immediately hit it off, birds of a feather and all that. Anyway, we’ve kept in touch over the years.”

My eyebrows almost hit my hairline hearing this little bit of news, I refrained from admitting that I wasn’t aware he knew who my cousin was, much or less his husband. I did in fact pick up on the read between the lines content of his explanation. Colin gave me a pointed look before he slid off the edge of the desk. “When you talk to Damien again of which I am sure will be sometime soon. Please tell him to tell Gavy hello for me, and ask him to tell you about the Mansion.” He stated before he started to gather up his stash.

Once he had a secure hold on his items, he gave me another meaningful glance as if silently asking me if I understood what he’d said without having to outright say it. I got it, the Mansion, the place must be more than Damien’s home for Colin to have enunciated the place like he did.

Clearing my throat, I gave him a brief nod of the head to let him know I acknowledged his unspoken meaning before verbally responding. “Sure, I’ll be sure to pass on your salutations when I talk to him again.” It really is a small world. New York is a huge place, the fact that he grew up in the same place Gavin and Damien met is uncanny. I thought to myself.

“Ok Agent Sexy, go home. If you decide to give yourself some self-loving when you get there, think of poor lonely, little depraved me. Send pictures and a full video for me to enjoy handsome. I won’t tell Daddy David. I promise.” Colin called out behind himself as he and his fluffy pompom bobbed out my office.

The laugh I had tried so desperately to restrain bubbled up out of my throat and I sat there, helpless as peals of relieving laughter chased away days of tension and stress out of my system. After a few minutes, I was finally able to compose myself enough to stand up and grab my suit jacket from the back of the chair. I made sure I had my car keys, my wallet, and the secure service cell phone. I had to retrieve my personal cell from the security locker before leaving through the staff entrance of the building.

It was hassle sometimes with transportation on the grounds of the White House proper, core staff was only allowed to park in a secured garage building located off just for us off the east entrance. We had to be shuttled by an outside detail agent to and from the parking area. The non-descript parking garage had more security than one would think just glancing at it. It was like a Psych facility. ID badge in and out, retrieve your car keys from the attendant, and either wait for another attendant to shuttle you to your vehicle, or foot it up several floors to get your car yourself. When you’ve been walking the grounds and offices of the House all day, the last thing you wanted to do was to go hunting for your car. If my office wasn’t like a broom closet, I’d have thrown a couch in there and sleep for a couple of hours before taking on the inconvenience of going home only to return and do it all over again the next day.

Easing myself off the seat of the golf cart, my feet had barely hit the concrete before the attendant shot off like he was driving an Indy racing car with a jaunty wave. I didn’t even get to mumble a thank you, he was gone so fast. Using the button on my key fob to unlock my car door, I slid into the driver’s seat and breathed out a tired sigh. I pushed the ignition button and the engine immediately car purred to life. I couldn’t help the cheesy smile that graced my lips every time I got behind the wheel of my new baby. I celebrated my move to DC and my new post by treating myself to a brand-new, spit shined Black on black Range Rover. This baby came with all the bells and whistles a man could ever ask for.

As I pulled out onto Pennsylvania Ave, I checked the time on the dashboard. It’s was quarter after nine and by all standards it was still early for me, but I was bone tired. The conversation I had with Colin wouldn’t leave my mind. “Siri, call Damien.” I instructed and the automated voice responded before the speakers in the vehicle vibrated with sound of a ringing outbound call.

The call connected after a few rings, “Well as I live and breathe, Mason. How is the Presidents guard dog doing? Posh assignment you landed there, I must say.” My cousin’s deep husky voice reverberated throughout the interior of the car.

“It would seem so wouldn’t it, but come walk a mile in my shoes man and see how posh you think it is after a few hours.” I chuckled as I navigated my way around Dupont Circle.

“Whatever bud, the White House has to be a step up from wrangling spoiled Governors kids and their entitled spouses you used to be assigned to. If I was qualified, I’d do your job just to be within walking distance of that Zaddy of a President alone, he’s eye candy for sure.” Damien boldly stated and I couldn’t do anything else but nod my head in agreement although he couldn’t see me. Jaxon was definitely on the receiving end of millions of memes, and social media platforms comparing him to everything from a Silver Fox, A DILF, and a God amongst regular men.

I couldn’t argue with the public’s general assessment of Jaxon’s beauty. My man was stunning, both inside and outside as a person. Him being the leader of the United States had nothing to do with who he is as a man for me. My heart fluttered a little faster every time I laid eyes on the man. He’s insanely handsome, but what carried him into breathtaking status was his kind nature and his humble soul. That combination had me weak in the knees. If I wasn’t careful that man could effortlessly own every bit of me. But Damien didn’t know that. It wasn’t something I could discuss with him over an open phone line. One had to be paranoid in this business. It was just the lay of the land. Cyber security was drilled into us all day, every day at the training academy.

“He does make my job tolerable by just looking in his direction. How are you and Gavy. I swear I haven’t seen you in years. The last time we chatted you were jet setting off to LA for some award or something. Now who’s living the extravagant life Mr. Music Mogul.” I teased, quickly changing the subject to a safer topic as I steered the car into the underground parking garage of my condo and parked in my assigned space. I left the vehicle running while I continued with the call.

Damien’s throaty chuckle rumbled through the speakers before he responded. “Yeah, my job has it’s perks and then some. My boy and I are well. Thanks for asking. You good?”

“All’s well on my end. I wanted to check in with you, but a conversation with a mutual friend had me doing so a little earlier than I’d anticipated. Colin sends his love by the way, and he said we need to get together to discuss the Mansion.” I blurted right to the point and hoped he grasped the loaded undertones in my statement.

“Colin, yes, that pretty little Princess. I will pass his greetings to Gavy. They’re a handful when they’re together. Tell him I owe him a spanking. As for the Mansion. It’s interesting, there is a lot to tell you about it. I’m intrigued Colin mentioned it to you. Why don’t we make plans for a weekend get together and brunch? I can fly down to DC over the weekend. If you’re available and Colin can part ways from his responsibilities for a bit, we can visit one of those niche little Bistros DC is so famous for and catch up.” He suggested as I mentally worked through upcoming schedule in my head.

“That’ll work for me. I am not sure about Colin’s schedule. I’ll ask him and then we can solidify the plans. I’ll let you know soon. I miss you guys and hope to see you soon.”

“Cool, any which way cousin you’ll be seeing me.” Damien chortled before he disconnected the call. The nosy bastard. With the mention of the Mansion, I’d somehow sparked my cousin’s interest.

Now, I was more than curious than ever to find out more about this place. I can only assume it was more than a house or one of Damien’s multiple homes. I’m not stupid or naive. I’ve known for years my cousin was a Dom and his husband was his boy as well as his sub. Damien was part owner of a very lucrative BDSM club. I wasn’t ignorant to the life style. Some aspects of it maybe, and I wouldn’t consider myself a Dominant seeking a submissive. I just like to be control in the bedroom, at least most of the time.

And just like that my mind immediately conjured the memory of feeling Jaxon’s solid body under the palms of my hands. He’d allowed me the privilege exploring that toned physique up against his bedroom door. My cock twitched behind my zipper, and I swore I could recall the very scent of his skin… “Fuck.” I cursed stamping down on the naughty turn of my thoughts. Turning off the ignition, I opened the door and exited the SUV. I checked to make sure I had all my things before locking it up and heading towards the elevator. My training had me scoping out the shadows of the parking garage, looking for anything out of place as I made my way across the concrete floor.

The ping of the elevator echoed throughout the carnivorous space before the doors silently glided open. The car was empty. I stepped on and pressed the code for my floor. My condo was another luxury afforded by my increase in pay and the security measures required by my job. No one would find my name on any public records or property deeds anywhere as a safety and security precaution. General civilians had no idea how our private lives and identities were protected when one reached this level of national security and my close proximity to the President.

My condo was just as I left it, clean and sparse. I haven’t had the time to do much with it other than obtaining the necessities. Coming to DC and immediately having David barking in my ear from day one as he trained me to take his place afforded me little time to make my house a home. I would make time to eventually add pictures and little finishing touches, but all I needed right now was a hot shower, a beer, and at least eight hours of sleep.

Scratch that, my palms itched as I looked down at my cell phone in my hand. I wanted to hear Jaxon’s voice. I wanted to relax to his articulate baritone as I settled into bed for the night. Sometimes the selfish part of me wished he was just an ordinary citizen, another private person, maybe a businessman whom I could live out loud with as my partner in public and not in secret. Only managing to steal precious moments together behind closed doors and camera free areas of the residence.

Walking into my bedroom, I draped my jacket on the back of the chair and dropped my wallet and keys on the dresser. I walked over to the nightstand and plugged in the service phone into the charger. After making sure the alerts were at a volume, I could hear it if they went off. I shed my tie and unbuttoned my dress shirt when my personal phone vibrated across the surface of my nightstand. I quickly reached for it and unlocked the screen to read the one-line text message. It was if I manifested him by thinking about him.

Him: I miss you.

I couldn’t help the goofy ass smile that curved my lips as I responded.

Me: I miss you more.

For fucks sake, how corny was that response? I thought s I stood there staring at the screen, half dressed like an enamored teenager anxiously awaiting a response from my boyfriend. The little bouncing dots indicated he was writing a response almost had me giddy with excitement.

Him: Impossible. Get some rest. Dream of me. Goodnight.

Me: That’s unavoidable for me. Please get some rest as well.

The silly smile stayed on my face all throughout my shower, my beer and a sandwich, right up until I laid my head on my pillow for the night. Just as I said, Jaxon’s beautiful face was up front and center and the last thing my consciousness hung onto as I drifted off into the oblivion of sleep.

1. Prologue
2. Chapter 1
3. Chapter 2
4. Chapter 3
5. Chapter 4
6. Chapter 5
7. Chapter 6
8. Chapter 7
9. Chapter 8
10. Chapter 9
11. Chapter 10
12. Chapter 11
13. Chapter 12
14. Chapter 13
15. Chapter 14
16. Chapter 15
17. Chapter 16
18. Chapter 17