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“Damn. This is incredible.”

I shook my head at Ashur as he inhaled his sixth piece of French toast. The way he was eating it was a wonder his body was still so rock hard.

“Want me to make another batch? I have the ends of the loaf left.”

He looked up from his plate. “Are you saying I’m eating like a pig?”

“Oink, oink.”

He picked up my plate and set it in front of him. And then preceded to eat again.

I gawked at him.

He looked up. “What? Fucking you senseless worked up an appetite. I need my energy if I’m to keep up with a wife who is five years younger than me and has an insatiable need for my cock.”

“If you want to use me as an excuse, go right ahead.”

He gave me his heart-stopping grin. “Can I use that excuse when I want a blowjob in my office between meetings?”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Yes, but it still doesn’t take away from the fantasy of having my wife sucking my cock in the middle of the Oval Office.”

“Not going to happen.” I scrunched up my face in exaggerated disgust. “A distant predecessor of yours already took that idea.”

Ashur used the last piece of French toast to sop up the maple syrup before bringing it to his mouth. He licked his lips and hummed.

How did a man make eating a kid’s breakfast look so damn sexy?

“Want to go for a run?” Ashur said, as he pushed back from the table.

Glancing toward the Secret Service agents patrolling the grounds outside the giant bay window of the breakfast nook, I said, “Are we allowed to leave the cabin?”

“Tara, I own this property, including the land. We aren’t prisoners, we just happen to be two people who require a lot of security.”

“Won’t it cause a logistics nightmare for Jake and the rest of the Secret Service agents?”

“They know the drill. It would surprise them more if I holed up inside the cabin. I’m known for my runs in the middle of winter, with snow and ice on the ground.”

“Yeah, you are a bit obsessed with running. I’ll stick with martial arts and yoga. The only reason my ass gets out to run is because my trainer makes me do it as part of my required bi-weekly training sessions.”

Fuck, why’d I say that?

He studied me for a moment, and I held my breath. Please don’t have picked up on the last thing I said.

“I’m sure I could get you to enjoy runs.”

I nearly sighed in relief.

“The only way I’d enjoy long runs was if there was a giant piece of chocolate cake waiting for me at the end as a reward.”

“Would a bout of hot, sticky, raunchy sex do?”

My pulse jumped.

He laughed, reached over to cup the back of my head, and planted a hard kiss on my lips. “Like I said, insatiable.”

“Ashur?” I murmured, pulling back a bit and staring into his eyes.