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My gaze clouded as the pleasure-pain sent me over, and my release washed over me, back bowing and pussy squeezing in waves around his girth.

“You’re mine, Tara. You were always mine.”

“Yes,” I answered, digging my heels into the backs of his thighs. “As long as you want me.”

“Forever.” He pulled out to the tip and then slammed into my spasming pussy. “No other woman holds a candle to you.”

Ashur’s pace grew unsteady and a few moments later he came in hard spurts.

* * *

“Hi Leara,”I said as I entered the area leading to the Oval Office. “Is the meeting over?”

“Yes. You can go right in.”

I smiled and took the short hallway to the Oval Office.

The second Ashur and I had stepped through the doorway of the White House, Ashur was bombarded with requests and issues that required his immediate attention. One of them being a last-minute trade summit in Oslo that he’d have to leave for in two days’ time.

There went the hope we’d get to ease into our marriage and our roles.

Now it was four hours later and I had no idea what to do. I’d unpacked, explored, officially meet all the White House staff as first lady, and checked in to make sure everything was still on target for Ameera’s auction.

If only I had a pile of briefs to keep me occupied. No matter how much I dreaded the time-consuming task of reviewing case files, at least it would keep me occupied and not roaming the halls of the White House.

What the hell had I just thought? I was on a mission to become un-bored by seducing my husband.

I paused outside the door and waited until the guards opened it for me to walk through and then closed it behind me.

Ashur looked up from the papers he was reading and smiled.

My heart immediately skipped a beat. He was so handsome, and when he smiled it was breathtaking.

“Hello there, First Lady.”

“How’s it going, Mr. President?”

“Much better now that you’re here.” He stood and came around his desk. “Tell me not to go and I’ll stay here.”

“I can’t do that.” I shook my head. “You’ve wanted this summit for the past year. This is your opportunity to fix the relationships your predecessor destroyed.”

“I take it your dislike for Edgar hasn’t eased?”

Lifting a brow, I flicked Ashur’s tie with my fingers. “The only redeeming quality about that man is his wife. It will take two terms for you to undo half the shit that man did to this country.”

“Not everything he did while in office was bad.”

Furrowing my brow, I scowled. “He negated anything redeemable about him the day he said the American people had better things to do then worry about immigrant girls in another country whether they were forced to marry an older man or not.”

I remembered the first time the recording of Edgar discussing the captured American girls had leaked to the press. It still made me sick to think about. The audio file revealed Edgar had a tier for whom he considered to be an American citizen. He’d had the nerve to say that since those girls were the first generations born in the US, their value wasn’t as important as those who’d lived here for multiple generations.

I couldn’t wait until the day the bastard keeled over, then the world and sweet Amanda Edgar would be free of the asshole.

“Woo, Tiger. I see the fire burning in those eyes. Forget I said anything positive about him.” He slid an arm around my waist, drawing me to him and giving me a wicked grin.

I released a deep breath. “You riled me up on purpose.”

“What can I say? I love it when my wife gets in her ‘save the world from the pseudo-dictator’ mode.”