For the Love of Gina: The President's Girlfriend (20 page)

“Oh,
honey,” he said, forgetting that she was still wet.
 
He then got off of her, and began drying her
again.

“You
kept me warm, don’t worry,” she said with a smile as he began drying her as if
his life depended on it.

But
he slowed when he dried between her legs.
 
And after he finished drying her off completely, he hesitated.
 
Then he sat the towel aside, knelt down
between those legs, opened them, and stared at her womanhood as if he was
seeing it for the first time.
 

His
heart began to hammer as he slowly moved closer and began to lick her
there.
 
And that first lick, that he
started from the bottom and moved up and up and up, caused him to tremble.
 
Gina, too, felt the tremor.
 
She let out a sensual sigh, and leaned her
head back.

It
had been so long since Dutch smelled her wonderful scent and touched her there,
that now his tongue felt on fire as he licked her.
 
And he kept licking her and kissing her until
he had opened her folds so wide that he was eating her.
 
His tongue was slicing deep inside of her and
she was moving her slender brown body with every touch of that tongue of
his.
 
It had been a long time for Gina,
too, now it felt exhilarating.

Then he
stood up and slung off his suit coat, tossing it aside.
 
Slung off his shirt and t-shirt, tossing them
aside.
 
Stepped out of his shoes and
unbuckled and unzipped his pants.
 
When
he slid down his briefs and his pants, and stepped out of those too, Gina took
a wonderfully hard look at her man.
 
And
she loved what she saw.
 
Tall, tanned,
the ridges of his stomach, the softness of his hair, his gorgeous green eyes,
his thick, muscular chest and arms and thighs.
 
And that member between his legs, standing at attention, stiff and
ready.

But
Dutch was a lover first.
 
He wasn’t about
to fuck her without loving her.
 
And he
loved all over her body that morning.

He
went back down, between her legs, licking her and sucking her and slicing
inside of her. Then he moved up, to her breasts.
 
And for an even longer time, he made love to
her breasts.
 
Gina loved when Dutch did
her there.
 
She was one of those women
who had just as much sensations when Dutch fondled her breasts, as when he
fondled her pussy.
 
And he kissed and
licked and sucked her there.
 
And
squeezed her.
 
He kept squeezing her
breasts so hard that Gina lifted her legs and felt as if she was going to cum
by the sensations of his fondling alone.

But
she didn’t cum.
 
Dutch wouldn’t let her
cum yet.
 
He moved up again, this time to
her neck, and then to her mouth.
 
And he
kissed her so hard that she felt her body sink into the mattress, allowing him
to press her further and further down.
 
She wrapped her arms around his big body in case his weight pushed her
through that mattress, as he ravaged her mouth with his lips and tongue.
 
They kissed as if kissing was a newly
discovered term of art.

And
then it was time.
 
They both knew they
couldn’t hold out any longer.
 
And Dutch
lifted her by the catch of her ass cheeks, and opened her legs wider.
 
She lifted them until they were wrapped
around his back, and then he guided his stiff penis slowly but surely inside of
her.
 

Gina’s
eyes immediately turned lust-filled when she felt him enter her.
 
It felt like a foreign object at first,
because it felt even bigger and harder than she remembered it feeling.
 
But when he began to stroke her folds, and
work his way through her tight passage in that masterful way of his, where he
was jutting against her walls with precision, she remembered him. And she held
onto him as he slowly fucked her and turned every inch of her vagina into one
complete g-spot.
 
Because every spot he
touched turned sensitive.
 
Every time his
big head slid against the side of her vaginal walls, she nearly came.
 
That was Dutch, the masterful lover, doing
what he knew how to do better than any man alive.
 
And Gina held on, as he rocked her body out.

He
laid down on top of her, kissing her breasts and her mouth, fucking her.
 
They were home alone, and able to make any
sound they wanted, and they made it.
 
From the creaking of the bed, to the bouncing of their bodies, they had
no regard for just how much noise they were really making.
 
They made it.
 
They fucked loud and long.

Dutch
even moved onto his back, moving Gina’s body on top of him, and held her
tightly as he fucked her hard even harder.
 
And even in the changed position, it was still feeling great to
Gina.
 
She held onto him even tighter
also as his thrusts became thrashings and her breasts swung wildly with every
push, every pound, every time he pumped her.

Then
he slowed his rhythm again, and moved her body back on the bottom and his on
top.
 
He knew they were both near
climax.
 
He knew that final push-in, his
deepest yet, was going to take them over.
 
But he continued to fuck her steadily, delaying that coming
sensation.
 
Which only made it feel more
sensational when it did come.
 

And
it came.
 
Dutch pushed in deep, so deep
that Gina screamed in a spasm reaction as she throbbed and pulsated and tightened
around his rod.
 
Dutch watched her in the
height of her orgasm, and loved that he was fucking her the way she loved to be
loved.
 
Until just seeing her reaction,
and feeling her pussy constrict around his penis, was too much.
 
He broke down too.
 
He came.
 
His release poured into her so violently that he had to place his hands
on either side of her, nearly popping veins in his arms and neck, just to keep
himself from falling like a sack of lead on top of her.
 

He
maintained, loving the woman he loved, until he was all poured out.

When
he finally lost all strength in his body, he moved off of her and laid on his
sweat-filled back.
 
And they both, side
by side, tried to regulate their breathing.
 
But even with his strength completely gone, Dutch still managed to reach
out and pull her into his arms.
 
He
wanted her to know that they were a couple again. No more separation.
 
No more she on one side, and he on the other.

He
felt so strongly about their union, in fact, that he lifted her further until
he had her on top of him.
 
Gina smiled,
she couldn’t believe he still had that much strength.

And
he smiled too, looking into her gorgeous face.
 
“No more separations,” he said, rubbing her bare ass.
 
“Have I made myself clear?”

Had
he, Gina thought.
 
“Crystal clear,” she
said.

Dutch
squeezed her ass until it hurt her, and then he spanked it, and then he rubbed
it.
 
“You’re mine, Gina.
 
And I’m yours.
 
One hundred percent.
 
And don’t you ever forget that.”

Gina’s
look turned serious.
 
“I won’t, Dutch,”
she said.
 
“I won’t.”

They
kissed, understanding just how close they came to losing their wonderful
connection and collapsing their special bond.
 
Their union.
 

They
could have stayed in bed all day.
 
And
they did.
 
Dutch phoned Harber
Industries, and then he phoned BBR.
 
Then
they slept the sleep of the truly happy.
 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The
van drove in fits and starts as it chugged along the beaten path to an old
shack near the back of the woods.

“Is this
it?” Jade asked from the back of the van as she and her mother looked at their
drab surroundings.
 
After a ride on a
luxurious private plane, this van ride and now this house kind of made Jade
wonder if this man her mother had so much confidence in was really as big-time
as he purported to be.
  

But he had to be big
, she thought, as they got out of the
van and made their way to the front porch.
 
Who else would own or have access to a private plane?
 
Who else would have a man waiting for them in
this van, to shield them?
 
Who else would
concoct a plan like this?
 
But by the
time they walked into the small house, Jade’s doubts returned.
 
The house looked even worse on the
inside.
 
What kind of ghetto shit was
this, she wondered.

A
older stout white man with a full head of snowy white hair was sitting at a
small table in the middle of the room.
 
He had a large, hard-side suitcase sitting upright on the floor beside
him.
 
Sam smiled when she saw him.

“Come
on in,” he said.
 

He
seemed all about business to Jade, as she and her mother sat at the table with
him.
 
The house reeked of sweat and
cigarettes.
 
The driver of the van stood
guard by the door.

“Perhaps
an introduction is in order,” the man said.

Jade
didn’t really care about who he was.
 
Her
main concern was about how was this perfect plan her mother kept hinting about
was actually going to work.

“Jade,”
Sam said, introducing him anyway, “I want you to meet Max Brennan.
 
Your father’s former chief of staff.”

Jade
was stunned.
 
This was Max
Brennan???
 
She knew that name.
 
She once knew it well.
 
But he looked nothing like the pictures of
the man she had seen.
 

“Yes,”
Sam said, as if she could read her daughter’s mind, “he’s
that
Max Brennan.”

“But
he’s hardly recognizable.”

Max
smiled.
 
So did Sam.
 
“Right,” she said.
 
“That’s the beauty of it.
 
You and I, after all is said and done, will
be the same way too.”

“Unrecognizable?”

“Unrecognizable,”
Sam said.

“But
how will I be able to reconcile with my father if he doesn’t recognize me?”

“You
will acquire a completely different life, Jade.
 
We both will.
 
You’ll have the
kind of connections that will get you an audience with the president easily.”

“With
Crader McKenzie?”

“Right.
 
And Crader, in turn, will, at your request,
get you an audience with the former president.”

Jade
smiled.
 
“With Daddy?”

“Right,”
Sam said.
 
“And former President Harber,
if we play it exactly right, will fall head over heels in love with this new,
fresh, exotic woman in his life.
 
You’re
not only reconcile with him, you will own him lock, stock, and barrel.”

Sam
and Max both looked at Jade, to see if she fully understood just how sick and
perverted such a love match would be.
 
But Jade smiled.
 
It sounded like
music to her perverse ears.
 
Max smiled
too.
 
What
a fucking freak
, he thought.
 

But
Sam’s heart dropped.
 
It was going to
take all the strength she had to see this through.
 
Because seeing her daughter smile at the
prospect of being with her father, and seeing Max gleefully enjoying her
daughter’s madness, made her all the more determined to see this twisted plot
through.
  
Jade had to become another
person to survive.
 
And that was Sam’s
mission, to give her daughter and herself another shot at life again.
 
Free of psychiatric hospitals, and
loneliness, and being second bananas to Dutch and Gina and that question-asking
bigheaded boy of theirs.
 

But
there was no way in hell she was going to allow that same daughter to have any
contact whatsoever with Dutch when they did acquire that new identities.
 
None.
 
And although she knew it was going to be a battle royal to get Jade to
see why staying away was essential, Sam was determined to make it so.
 
But first things first.
 
The end of Gina’s life would mark the
beginning of their new life.
 

And
Jade and Max especially, couldn’t wait to get started.

Gina’s
arrival at Harber Industries created somewhat of a stir.
 
As soon as she entered the august lobby, and
headed for the executive elevators, word spread like wildfire that the
president’s wife was in the building.
 
And by the time she entered and then exited the elevator on to the top
floor, everybody knew.
 

Gina
found it amusing as she walked with a small gift bag in her hand toward Dutch’s
office suite.
 
As she walked past two of
his female staffers, smiling, one of them nudged the other one.
 
They were whispering when she spoke and
walked pass, or so they thought.

 
“I thought you said they broke up,” one said
as both of them continued to stare at Gina.

“He
slept in his office the other night.
 
They did break up!”

“Well
they must have made up now because that’s a happy bitch right there.”

Although
Mitchell, who was at Gina’s side, looked back at the two ladies, Gina inwardly
laughed.
 
She was so accustomed to the
whispers of others that it didn’t faze her anymore.
 
It was Mitchell’s job to be fazed.

Inside
the office, Dutch, with his suit coat off, was seated on the edge of the office
couch. Lenora was seated beside him, and Christian stood at his feet.
 
They were discussing cost overruns on one of
H.I.’s latest projects, with Lenora voicing grave concerns and Dutch requesting
more information before he pulled the plug.
 
Then his office door opened.
 
Nobody entered without advance notification.
 
Except Gina.

A
grand smile came on Dutch’s face when he realized it was indeed her, and he
launched to his feet, surprising Lenora and Christian both.

 
“Gina,” he said excitedly and headed toward
her.
 
She was dressed immaculately, he
thought, in her mauve-colored gabardine skirt suit and matching heels, and
looked so sophisticated and gorgeous that it made him feel proud.
 
But that didn’t stop Dutch from wrapping his
arms around her and lifting her off of her feet.
 

Lenora
stood up, amazed by his display.
 
She
hadn’t seen Dutch this outwardly affectionate in years.

“Hello
love,” he said as they kissed and then embraced.
 
When they stopped embracing, he sat her back
on her feet.
 
“What in the world brings
you out here?” he asked her.

She
held up her gift bag.
 
“Lunch,” she
said.
 
“I brought you lunch.”

Dutch
was inwardly touched.
 
This was a first
for them.
 
Gina, however, looked past
Dutch, at Lenora and Christian.

“Hello,
Chris,” she said with a sweet smile.
 
She
adored him.

Christian,
too, was glad to see her.
 
“Hello, Mrs.
Harber, how are you?”

“I’m
well.
 
And you?”

“I’m
good.
 
It’s so good seeing you again,
ma’am.
 
You look so beautiful.”

“Oh,
thank-you, Chris, you’re so kind,” Gina said.
 
Then she looked at Lenora.
 
Because Lenora was once an old flame of Dutch’s, and because Lenora
seemed to feel as if that very history gave her more say in Dutch’s life than
she really had, there was no love lost between the two women.
 
But Dutch had a lot of confidence in Lenora,
and she did manage the company well while Dutch was president, so Gina knew how
to keep it professional.

“Hello
Lee,” she said.

“Hi,”
Lenora replied with a big smile of her own. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen
you around
 
here.”

“Was
I interrupting anything?”

“A
meeting,” Lenora started saying, but Dutch cut her off.

“Of
course not,” he said, placing his hand on the small of her back.
 
Then he looked at his two subordinates.
 
“We’ll continue after lunch,” he said to
them.

Although
Christian immediately began to pack up his paperwork and leave, Lenora voiced
her objection.
 
“We really need to move on
Marville, Dutch,” she said.
 
“Before the
meeting this afternoon.”

“No
decisions yet,” Dutch said firmly.

“We
may have to pull that contract.”

“Lee,”
Dutch said with that edge in his voice.
 
“No decisions yet.”

Lenora
knew when to quit.
 
“Yes, sir,” she said
as she began to leave.
 
“And nice seeing
you again, Regina,” she added.

After
she left, Gina decided not to waste a moment’s breath on even discussing
Lenora.
 
Life was too short for to even
entertain that kind of drama.
 
She,
instead, sat her gift bag on a nearby side table and wrapped her arms around
Dutch’s neck.
 
“Well, Mr. Harber,” she
said smilingly, “I just wanted to let you know how pleased I am to be back in
your good graces.”

“Ha,”
Dutch said as he placed his arms around her waist.
 
“It’s your good graces I’m thrilled to be
back in.”
 

And
just the thought that he was back in, caused him to just stand there and stare
into her sultry brown eyes.
 
And she
stared back.
 
Both remembered yesterday,
and how wonderful it was to do nothing all day but spent time with each
other.
 
And it wasn’t just the sex,
either, although that was a wonderful part of it.
 
But the togetherness.
 
The fact that they were back on the same
page.
 
The triumphant feeling that
whatever was to come their way, their love could withstand it.
 

And
just thinking about the love they shared, and also that mind-blowing sex they
always shared, caused them to kiss again.
 
This time slowly, and passionately.

When
they finished, Dutch picked up her bag and took her by the hand, leading her to
the couch across the room.

“So,”
he said as he sat down beside her, “what are we having for lunch this fine
afternoon?”

Gina
pulled out a completely sealed bowl and set it on the coffee table.
 
“Look and see,” she said.

Dutch
gladly began to unwrap the bowl.
 
Because
it still had some heat on it, he hesitated before opening the top.
 
And looked at her.
 
“Did you cook it?” he asked nervously.

Gina
smiled.
 
“What are you trying to say?”

“That
you’re the worse cook in America, even after taking all of those classes, and I
need to prepare my stomach if you cooked this.”

Gina
wanted to laugh, but didn’t.
 
“Everybody
can’t be good at everything,” she said instead.
 
“Cooking may not be my strongest suit, I’ll admit that.
 
But I take issue with that
worse in America
jab.”

“Did
you cook this, Gina?” Dutch asked sincerely.

“No,”
she said.
 
“Feel better now?”

“Much,”
he said smilingly, opening the bowl.
 
“In
fact all.”

Gina
hit him upside his head.
 
He ducked and
laughed.
 
But he was pleasantly surprised
when he saw the very enticing seafood soufflé inside of that bowl.
 
And two forks washed and ready for use.