Summer Time Sweets by Alexa Riley

Chapter 3

Washington

Istand by the door and watch her advisor go over her options. I’m trying not to kill him with my stare, but every time Honor smiles at him I want to choke him with my bare hands. The little shit keeps looking down her shirt. Doesn’t he know she’s seventeen?

Not that it stopped me from rubbing against her sweet little pussy. I casually bring my hand to my face and inhale, trying desperately to smell her. How fucking long have I waited? I’m a complete bastard because I was okay with her being locked away so men like Chad couldn’t leer at her. Meanwhile I was jerking off to her long before I should have been. I should be ashamed, but no one has ever made me question myself or my job. I’ve been so close to giving it up, but I knew if I did I couldn’t be near her like I am now. But I want to throw it all away and take her with me. I want to lock her up in my bedroom and keep her as a pet, but the president wouldn't look too fondly on that.

She leans forward and points to something on the paper in front of him, and he takes the opportunity to look down her shirt. I’m at his side in a second looking down exactly where he is. He jerks his head up and his cheeks flush at being caught.

“Time’s up,” I say and look over at Honor. “You have other obligations.” I want to call her sweet pea, but I bite my tongue before it comes out.

How much longer can I wait to claim what belongs to me? It’s barbaric and it’s probably going to get me a cell in Sing Sing, but I don’t care anymore. I’ve been trained to kill and to do it without getting caught. Right now I feel like putting all of that training to use on Chad. Fuck, even his name makes me want to punch him in the face.

“We’re almost finished here,” he says, like he doesn't see my face. Or know that I’m only seconds away from ending his life.

“I think I have what I need,” Honor chirps, and the dickhead doesn't know how lucky he is that my girl is saving his ass.

“You have my number if you have any more questions,” he says, turning his full attention on her ass as she turns around to grab her bag. “Or if you just want to talk.”

“She doesn’t want to talk.” I take her bag from her with one hand and wrap the other around her upper arm, leading her away from the boy who is trying to move in on what’s mine. I bring my watch to my mouth. “Freedom is on the move.”

I’ve got a microphone embedded into it, which feeds back to the entire security team. Good thing I set it to cut off when I was in her wing. I don’t need anyone knowing all the filthy things I said to her. Or what I’m going to do to her at midnight.

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you were jealous,” she says right before she smiles brightly to a passing staff member. “Good afternoon.”

“Do you have to be so nice to everyone?” I say as I release her upper arm. I have to be so careful not to draw attention, but my control is running thin. Being so close to what is almost mine has it that way.

“Yes, I think it’s actually in the job description under ‘daughter of president.’” She wiggles her fingers in air quotes and winks at me.

Fuck, she’d be a lot less mouthy if she had my dick in it. Then my fantasies of her on her knees spiral out of control as we walk down the long hall to her next appointment of the day. She’s got more meetings than the Queen of fucking England.

“Thank you for coming,” Honor says as she greets a military family visiting the White House today.

The next hour is spent speaking with the family, and I keep an eye out for anyone trying to get too close. Or letting their eyes linger too long. Luckily the soldier keeps his head and is respectful, so I don’t have to pretend to kill someone else.

I glance down at my watch as the seconds tick by. It’s a countdown to what’s coming.

I’ve been with the first family for a long time, but that is coming to an end. Not only is the president’s term ending, but I’m going to quit. As soon as I’ve had Honor I’m turning in my resignation. I knew this day would come the moment I met her. Even when she was fifteen and I was too old for her, I began to calculate how much time I had. When I’ve made her mine in God’s eyes, she’ll be coming with me. I’ll take her wherever she wants to go, but she’ll be riding my dick the whole way.

The next meeting is in another room, and I shamefully watch her ass the entire way. She doesn’t move like a girl. She’s all woman and only hours away from proving it to me. My hands ache with the need to squeeze the flesh of her thighs and bury my face between her milky legs.

“And this is where the new children’s hospital wing will be,” someone says, shaking me from my thoughts. I just want to go back to my fantasy.

She’s surrounded by benefactors from the charity she works with and they’re discussing finances. She’s only seventeen. She has too much on her shoulders. People expect her to step into her father's shoes and pick up his legacy. But all I want to do is take her away from all of this and shield her from the world. She belongs in a place where she can grow how she wants to. Not as a potted plant where she has to go where they force her. I may want to lock her away in my bedroom, but I also want to give her the freedom to explore.

Funny that her code name is Freedom when she has anything but. The irony is not lost on me.

There’s chatter in my ear and my eyebrows draw together. I place my finger against my earpiece and concentrate.

“We can’t see where he exited,” someone in the control room says. “Someone check the southwest corner. I want two units on the outer door.”

“What’s happening?” I say, as I move closer to Honor.

“We lost sight of her advisor. He had an escort into the restroom, but he never came out. Agent Sanders just went in and he’s gone.”

“Lock it down,” I growl, moving right against Honor and squeezing her elbow. I lean in close and give her the emergency code she is trained to know. “White, Blue, and Red.” The last color I say is to indicate how dangerous a situation is. Red means for her to move her ass.

Her body tenses, but she remains cool as she tells the group of people that she’s been called into a closed-door meeting. They politely thank her, and she waves goodbye as I plaster myself to her side and exit the room.

“What’s happening? What’s going on? Talk to me, Washington.” She wraps her arm around my waist and I do the same.

I’ve got my body around hers in a protective hold as we move down the hallway and to the other wing of the White House.

“I don’t know, sweet pea,” I answer honestly as the team encircles us. “They can’t find Chad.”

“They called a code red because Chad is missing?” Her voice is bewildered and her feet slow. “Are you serious? He’s probably in the bathroom or something.”

“I’m not taking that chance.” My words are final, and though I see she wants to argue she keeps her mouth closed.

When we finally make it back to her wing, I have the team do a sweep of the rooms while I watch her and the door.

“I think you guys are probably making a big deal out of this. Just call him.” She plops down on the couch and crosses her arms.

“Honor, you should know by now that not everyone who appears to be safe is. And who knows who may have gotten to him. Some men will do anything for money.” Or for what she’s got between her legs. But I keep that part to myself.

She looks as if she’s thinking it over. She’s been targeted before but never in the White House. We do thorough background checks on everyone that we allow near Honor, but that doesn’t mean that situations can’t change. If Chad got himself into trouble and someone offered him a way out, he may have taken the bait.

“My job is to protect you,” I say as I kneel down in front of her. I want to take the worry out of her eyes. “And I’m really fucking good at my job.”

That earns me a smile and I feel like at least I’m doing something right.

There’s talking in my earpiece, so I stand up and step away so I can concentrate on what they’re saying.

“Kitchen staff reports they saw someone come through. We’re on it.”

“Keep me updated,” I answer, feeling frustrated. How is he escaping all of the cameras? I talk to the rest of the detail in the room. “Looks like we’ve got him spotted in the kitchen. He’s in the opposite wing of the White House right now. I want all of you patrolling until we’ve caught him. This should be quick, but everyone stay on alert.”

I wait for everyone to exit before I bolt the door.

“Are you not going to patrol?” she asks as she stands up from the couch.

“I’m not leaving you,” I say and take a step forward.

“I’m scared,” she admits, wringing her hands in front of her.

I’m pulling her into my arms in an instant. “I’m here. Nothing will ever happen to you as long as I’m with you.”

Her hands wrap around my back and I feel her trace her fingers down my spine. My own hands explore the curves of her shoulder and down to her waist. Then I find the bare strip of skin between her slacks and her top. It’s silk against my fingers and the knot in my stomach tightens with need.

“Only five more hours,” I whisper, and the intent is clear.

No matter what is happening around us, I won’t wait a second longer to take what’s mine.