Fatal Chaos

As she crossed the big room she peeled her maxi dress over her head and tossed it aside, loving the way his gaze heated at the sight of her coming toward him wearing only a skimpy pair of panties.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this lovely show?” he asked as she joined him on the bed, straddling his lap and tossing his book aside. It landed on the floor with a loud thunk. His hands encircled her waist before sliding down to grasp her ass and pull her in closer to him.

“It all began this morning when you started something you couldn’t finish in the water. I’ve been counting down to bedtime ever since.”

“So have I.” His hands roved from her bottom to her back and up to tangle in her hair so he could position her for a deep kiss. “In case I forget to mention it, this beach getaway has been the best idea you’ve ever had. I can’t tell you how badly I needed it.”

“We all needed it. Scotty has had a terrific time with his cousins, and I’m enjoying having a full week with you without work or Dispatch or fundraisers or reporters. I haven’t missed the goddamned reporters up in our faces. The Secret Service gets mad props for keeping them away from us here.”

“They’ll be hungrier than ever when we get back. Are you ready for that?”

Looking down at his handsome face, she shook her head and ran her fingers through the chocolate-brown hair that curled on the ends. “I’m not ready, and I don’t have to be ready for four more blissful days. We’ll cross that Bay Bridge when we get to it. In the meantime...” She bent her head to kiss him with teasing strokes of her tongue that quickly had him straining for more. “We have lots more sex to have before this vacation is over.”

“Have I mentioned lately that you’re the best wife I’ve ever had?”

She snorted with laughter. “I’d better be the only wife you ever have, buster.”

“If you hadn’t shown up at my crime scene that day at the Watergate, I never would’ve married anyone.”

“Your crime scene?” she asked, brow raised.

Nick grinned at her predictable reply. “Somehow the worst day of my life became the best too.”

It’d been a while since he mentioned finding his best friend and boss murdered, but she knew he thought of John O’Connor every day and always spoke of him with fondness and affection.

“What would John say if he could see you now?” Sam asked. “Vice president and people floating the possibility of—”

He kissed the question right off her lips. “Don’t say it. There are so many better things we can do with your mouth than talk about that.”

Smiling, she ran her lips back and forth over his. “Such as?”

“More of this.” He tightened his hold on her hair and kissed her with sweeping strokes of his tongue that had her squirming on top of him, trying to get closer to the rigid length of his cock beneath her.

She broke the kiss, gasping. “I’m down with that.”

“Speaking of going down...”

“I’m down with that too. I’m down with anything you want.”

He raised a swarthy eyebrow, and Sam thought that if the women of America could see their insanely sexy vice president in that moment, they’d lose their collective minds. “Anything?”

“Whatever you want.”

“You’re feeling frisky tonight, my love.”

“I’m on vacation with all my favorite people and currently in bed with my favorite husband. I’m feeling happy tonight.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that. I’ve been worried about how you’re handling everything.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m okay if you’re okay.”

“I will always worry about you, and I could be more okay,” he said, raising his hips suggestively.

“Subtle, Mr. VP. Very subtle.”

“A wise woman once told me I suck at subtlety.”

“Sometimes you’re very good at it.” She began with kisses to his lips and face, laying a path along his jaw and then hovering over his ear. Because they had all night and could sleep in, she took her own sweet time, working her way down his neck and along his collarbone. Nuzzling the soft hair on his chest, Sam breathed in the clean fresh scent of home before nudging his nipple with the tip of her tongue.

He sucked in a sharp deep breath and again fisted handfuls of her long hair.

She continued to go slow, dragging her tongue over each hill and valley of his well-defined abdomen, following the soft trail of hair that led to his cock, which was so hard it nearly reached his belly button. “Someone looks happy to see me.”

“He’s always happy to see you. In fact, you’re his favorite person ever.”

Sam snorted with laughter. Sex with him was always fun—and often funny. He made her so damned happy. The least she could do for him was to try to give him something else to think about other than the dark cloud that hung over them, threatening to burst open at any moment.

Speaking of bursting... She wrapped her hand around the thick base of his cock and stroked him the way he liked it, a little rough and fast.

He groaned deeply and raised his hips to encourage her.

She drew the wide head into her mouth and applied subtle suction as she took him in while continuing to stroke him. The combination always drove him crazy, and this time was no exception.

His fingers tangled in her hair as his hips rose and fell in a rhythmic motion.

Sam took him as deep as she could before drawing back and treating him to some tongue action.

“Fuck,” he whispered on a long hiss of air. “Babe...”

Using her free hand, she gave his balls a gentle squeeze as she sucked him in again. That finished him off, as she’d known it would. She stayed with him until he sagged into the mattress, demolished—just the way she wanted him.

“Jesus,” he said when he could speak again. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Hardly.” Sam stretched out next to him and pulled a lightweight blanket over them. “I need you too much to kill you. And besides, that’d be too much paperwork when I’m on vacation.” Sam hated paperwork.

“Whatever I did to deserve that, remind me to do it again tomorrow.”

She laughed. “I just wanted you to think about something other than the thing we can’t stop thinking about.”

“Mission accomplished. You completely fried my hard drive, and now all I can think about is sex. More sex. Lots and lots of sex.”

“Oh crap. What’ve I done? How can you want more sex than you already have?”

“Apparently, my desire for you is limitless.”

“That’s more than fine with me.” Sam yawned and snuggled in closer to him.

“I know you really don’t want me to say this, but I’m still sorry I brought all this additional insanity into our lives when we certainly had enough to begin with.”