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into hers. The look on his face was
conflicted. Tenderness coursed through her. "Okay." Her answer was
simple.
    His grip tightened. "Thank you."
    "D-David?" Her voice was hesitant. "Was
it--was it all subterfuge? Is there really a reason you need a wife
for office politics?"
    He sighed. His fingers slid from her back and
lifted her nightgown to her waist and caressed her silky hip. "I'll
tell you, but first I want to know something. Are you my wife? Or
are you the girl from the accounting department?"
    His touch was doing crazy things to her heart
rate. "I'm your wife."
    His hand stilled a moment and then clenched
even tighter. "Craig thought a wife would help me attain the
presidency when my uncle steps down. It was his idea and I was
humoring him. I'm not worried about it. When the time comes, the
job will be mine, wife or no wife."
    She wiggled against him as his hand swirled
to her upper thigh and back over her hip. "But you told me--"
    "It was an excuse, baby." He lifted her thigh
and draped it over his waist, running his hand up and over the silk
of her panties. She sucked in her breath.
    "He was arguing with me about it, and
suddenly there you were, popping up and offering to make my wet
dreams come true." He slid her panties off her hips and pushed them
down her legs and off completely.
    His finger slid to her sweet spot and pressed
softly against her, teasing her. His voice dropped an octave. "By
that time I'd have done anything to get in your panties." His
finger moved down to her tight opening and her wet heat almost
unmanned him. He slipped his finger inside. "Seeing you, day after
day, and not being able to touch you, or talk to you." He
manipulated his finger inside her, rubbing the top wall of her
vagina, swirling in a pattern that had her undulating against him.
"You were driving me crazy, baby. I couldn't date you, couldn't ask
you out, couldn't fucking touch you." His head reached down and he
put his mouth on her nipple through her nightgown. The fabric
became wet immediately where he tried to get to her soft skin.
    He lifted his head and pressed his lips to
her ear. "I wanted you so fucking bad and every time I saw you
there was fear in your eyes. I scared you shitless and there was no
damn way I could make a move on you."
    He rolled to his back and lifted her over
him, held himself poised at the cusp of her wet, silky opening. "No
more talk. You're mine. You're staying mine." He pushed up into her
as she slid down and met him. He groaned and sucked in a shuddering
breath. "I'll go fucking crazy if I have to think about giving this
up." His slid her up and down with his hands grasping her hips.
"Don't make me give this up, baby."
    Jenna's eyes closed as intense pleasure
slammed through her. "No, I won't."

Chapter Ten
    Four weeks later, Jenna sat in the study,
screwing up her courage, waiting for David to get home from work.
She had to tell him about the education she already had. The spring
semester would be here soon, and he was expecting her to begin
college. She wanted to get a job, and couldn't continue to hide
this from him. Her debt was only growing, and she needed to find a
way to pay it off.
    His uncle hadn't retired yet, but it was
coming up soon. She had met him several times, entertained him and
his wife in David's home, acting as his hostess exactly as he
expected of her. His uncle and aunt liked her and she liked them,
and David assured her they had nothing to worry about in regards to
the future of the presidency.
    David had introduced her to his entire
family, and the story he spilled out for their benefit was
swallowed completely. Everyone believed it had been a secret love
affair. She knew better, though. Certainly she had fallen in love
with him in the days and weeks that had passed, how could she not?
He was everything she had ever dreamed of in a husband. He was
sexy, kind, considerate, and for whatever reason, she could do no
wrong with him.
    Ever since the night she had agreed to try