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Chapter 9

"Are you sure you don't do this more often?" I teased, as my hands played with his collar lightly, and his hands were on my thighs, moving in the direction of my ass.

"Being with a woman is like riding a bike Belle." Christ, the way he kept saying my name, well, not quite my whole name, but it was bloody close enough. "It's really not something you forget how to do."

"I'm sure." I challenged, raising my eyebrow. I wasn't sure whether to believe it had been a while or not. There I go again, not trusting the word of the president.

"So tell me, how long has it been for you?" He asked, playing with the strap holding up my stocking.

"Do you really want to know the answer to that?" I asked skeptically.

"You tell me. Is this a regular occurrence for you?" He looked genuinely interested?

"Not as often as you may think."

"Well that's a politician's answer if I ever heard one."

"Touché."

"Seriously?" He looked up at me, studying my face.

"I don't do this for a living."

"Could have fooled me," he smirked, looking down at my underwear.

"It's not like this is a particularly hard situation for me to be in Edward, I mean…"

His hands were all of a sudden on my ass and he pulled me to him. My core hitting his…..very hard, presidential erection.

"How about now?" He asked, looking very amused with himself.

"Ooh, the president has a sense of humor?"

"Well, of course I do. What did you expect?"

"Honestly, oh God…" I trailed off, all thoughts of the president's personality gone. All I could think about was the hard cock currently grinding against me, sending my arousal level through the roof. "You're really good at that."

"I think you'll find I'm good at most things Belle."

"Arrogant too," I speculated.

"Confident," he corrected.

"There's nothing wrong with arrogant. In fact it's usually quite a turn on."

"How about now?"

"How about you find out for yourself?" Cheeky I know. But I wanted to get this show moving, I was horny as hell. And clearly so was he.

Edward looked down to where we were slowly grinding against each other. His hands shifted to my thighs, lifting me back just slightly.

"Hmmm," he mused. He ran his long fingers against my now very moist, lace covered core. He smirked cheekily. "Well, it feels, like you might be a little turned on. But I'm not one hundred percent sure. Maybe if I just…" His fingers dipped under the lace and along my folds. "Oh yes, definitely aroused," he said as he ran his fingers back and forth aided by the extreme amount of wetness currently pooling between my legs. "Good to know I've still got it."

Dropping my head back, I allowed the pleasure to take me away for a few moments. Men in this situation weren't usually so 'giving'. I could keep letting him do that all day, but I had to remind myself I was here to service the president, not the other way around.

"As much as I'd love for you to keep doing what you're doing. This isn't getting you anywhere?"

"On the contrary Belle. I'm finding this highly enjoyable."

"Yes, but it's my job to get you off, not the other way around."

"Well then, where would you like to start? Oh, and don't think I'm letting you out of this room without a little something for yourself. I couldn't call myself a man if I let that happen."

"Oh goodie. A souvenir," I replied sarcastically. "Let's start by getting you out of your clothes shall we. That will make this all a little easier."

"Hmm, yes it probably would."

I started with unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a chest sprinkled with hair, slightly muscular, but not overly so. I couldn't imagine the president getting a lot of time to spend working out. But it was definitely nice.

I could feel his eyes on my face as my hands moved to release each button on his shirt. I wanted to know what he was thinking. But wasn't expecting to find out.

"Belle?"

"Yes Edward."

"Can I take your hair down?" The question was soft, gentle. Almost wistful. Changing the atmosphere between us completely.

I knew my current hair color was similar to his wife's, only mine was much longer. I went to reach back to take it down myself, but he stopped me, taking my wrists and bringing them to my lap gently. He cleared his throat before raising his hands and fumbling at the back of my head until he could remove the band and pin holding my hair back. As he pulled his hands away I shook my blonde hair out, trying my hardest not to look like a shampoo commercial.

Edward's eyes were intense as he ran his right hand through my hair to the tip, pushing it back over my shoulder.

I smiled up at him briefly before slowly rising to my feet. He continued to remain silent as I lowered myself to my knees, the plush carpet providing a comfortable resting place. Edward took in a deep breath before exhaling. I took hold of his belt, undoing the buckle, trying to avoid grazing the tip of his very erect cock through his pants. It was a little unavoidable though when I tugged his fly down and he hissed at the sensation. I looked up and noticed his head was now resting on the back of the sofa, eyes closed.

I took a few deep breaths. I was about to take President Edward Cullen's cock out of his pants. And I got to say, I was feeling just a little intimidated.

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