President's Girlfriend 06 - The Sins of the Fathers (14 page)

did
.
 
He
chewed, nodding his head.
 

“Wow,” he
said.

Gina began
to smile.
 
“Is it good?”

“That’s the thing,” Dutch said
between bites.
 
“It’s even worse than the
way you used to

cook
.”

Gina’s heart
plunged.

Then Dutch smiled.
 
“
Psych!
”
he said with a grin.

“No, you didn’t,” Gina said, happy
that he liked it, but angry that he fooled her.
 
She took

her
glass of wine and flung it at him.

But Dutch, still laughing, moved his
body just enough that he only endured a glancing blow.
 
And when she stood up, to come after him
again, he took off running.
 
She grabbed
his

glass
of wine and took off after him.

Dutch had never laughed harder in his
life as Gina chased him through the dining hall,

through
the living room, and out onto the
lanai.
 
When he ran out of real estate,
and was backed up to the massive pool, she kept coming.

“I’ve got
you now,” she said, laughing too.
 
“You
crafty little---”

But she threw the wine and missed,
because Dutch jumped into the pool, splashing her.
 
He laughed
so
hard
as she stood there, her arms flailed out as she withstood the chill of

suddenly
being drenched.
 
She looked at him.
 
He was laughing hysterically and pointing as
if he got her good.

But then, to his surprise, she jumped
into the pool, too.
 
“You forgot you
taught me

how
to swim,” she said to him, and gave
chase.

Dutch took
off swimming around the massive pool too.
 
And lap after lap they swam, Gina chasing Dutch, laughing like kids.

Dutch dived
underwater, to avoid her, and she didn’t realize he had
swam
near her until she felt a firm slap against her bottom.

She laughed
and took off.
 
The hunter was now the
hunted, as they swam around the pool until their arms hurt.
 
And when they agreed on a truce and came
together, Dutch, happy beyond measure, moved to kiss his lovely wife.
 
And she moved to kiss her lovely
husband.
 
But she turned her head as soon
as their lips were to meet.
 
“
Psych!
” she said, laughing, and swam off
again.
 

Dutch shook
his head in amazement.
 
He really had him
a dynamo on his hands.
 
But he should
have seen that one coming.

He didn’t
dwell on it, however.
 
He was having too
much fun.
 
He gave chase again.

That night,
in the library, Dutch sat on the floor with his back against the chair, and
Gina lay prone on that floor, her head on his lap.
 
Dutch sipped wine, stroked his wife’s hair,
and read over some documents that couldn’t wait.
 
Gina understood that world events waited for
no man, so she didn’t complain too much.
 
A little, but not too much.
 
They were both in bathrobes now, after
showering together and then finishing their dinner, and now all they wanted to
do was enjoy the easiness of life away from DC.

Finally, he
put the documents aside, along with his glass, and
laid
behind his wife and they spooned.

Gina
snuggled her ass against his front.
 
“I
hope you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I’m beyond
enjoying myself, babe.
 
I’m having a
blast actually.”

Gina
smiled.
 
“Good.
 
That’s what I’ve wanted.
 
You deserve a break today.
 
After all that time in Finland, and then Jade
calling you in the middle of the night for essentially nothing at all.
 
You deserve to have a day off.”

Dutch kissed
her on the back of her neck.
 
He pulled
her closer against him, his hand on her waist.
 
“What do you make of Jade?” he asked Gina.

Gina
shrugged her shoulders.
 
Talking about
Jade these days wasn’t something she was comfortable doing.
 
Dutch was so protective of her, as if he was
still blaming himself for not being there for her childhood, and she rarely
wanted to go there.
 
“She loves her
daddy, what can I say?” she said.

“I’m
concerned about her,” Dutch said.
 
“She’s
getting to behave a tad too inappropriately.”

“How so?”

“She’s
constantly in my face, constantly comparing me to her husband.
 
And while we were in Finland she was standing
in my bathroom when I got out of the shower.”
 
Dutch couldn’t bring himself to say it, but he remembered distinctly how
she stared at his dick when he stepped out of that shower, and how she
attempted to lean her body against his.
 
He understood she was still starved for his affection, he understood
that.
 
But she was beginning, he also
understood, to take it too far.

“And the way
she would cry and fall into my arms,” he continued, “and then she’d forget the
tears so easily and smile as if she’s the happiest girl in the world.
 
I’m getting concerned.”

“Jade has
always been different, Dutch.
 
Maybe not as odd as her mother, but different.
 
There’s a part of her that’s the same girl
that came to us from South Carolina.
 
She
was sweet, and kind, and a devoted schoolteacher.
 
I always felt as if she was trying to
overcome something even then.”

“Her
childhood undoubtedly,” Dutch said as Gina’s ass against him awakened his
dick.
 
“Her physically
absent father and emotionally absent mother.
 
She didn’t stand a chance.”

Dutch lifted
the bottom of his wife’s robe and slid his penis between her legs.
 
He rested it at the front entry of her folds,
prepping her.

“Yeah, but
something changed in her.
 
She used to
like me.
 
We had, I thought, a very good
relationship.
 
Now she treats me as if
I’m her enemy.
 
I don’t know what
happened to her.”

“My job
happened to her, as it’s happened to all of us.
 
She suddenly realized she was the daughter of the President of the
United States and she started behaving as if she had this sense of
entitlement.”

“The press
doesn’t help,” Gina agreed.
 
“They love
to talk about the president’s beautiful, sexy, drop dead gorgeous
daughter.
 
And she loves it.”

“You know
what I love?” Dutch asked.

“What?”

“This,” Dutch
said and shoved his penis into her with one hard shove.

“Whoa!” Gina
reacted to his shove.
 
And just like that
they were at it again.

“I’ll say it
again,” Gina said as he fucked her.

“Say what
again?” Dutch asked as he pulled her small frame closer against him to get the
full angle he needed to thrash into her.
 
She was soaking wet already.

“The way you
go at that thang of mine,” Gina said with a smile.
 
“You’re going to wear it out, Dutch!”

“That’s the
idea,” Dutch said as his hips thrust harder and harder against her, leveraging
his penis.
 
“Every time I fuck you I want
you to feel as if I’m wearing you out.”

“Oh, you
are,” Gina said sensually as his gyrations increased, creating loud mashing
sounds of saturation between his dick and her pussy.
 
“I want you to know beyond a shadow of a
doubt that you belong to me,” Dutch said, pounding her.
 
“And I’ll kill the first prick who even
thinks about touching you!”

And Gina
didn’t doubt it, she thought, the way he was going at it.
 
She loved the way he went at it.
 
She loved his style.
 
She loved the fact that this man could fuck
her all night, as he had all day, and she still would want more.
 
There was no way, no way at all, she thought,
that she could ever tire of Dutch Harber’s sex.
 
He could wear her down, he often did that, but he could never wear her
out.

And as they
came, and eventually settled into another restful sleep, she knew her instincts
had been right: get the man out of the fishbowl, and the fishbowl would get out
of him.

CHAPTER SEVEN

That next morning, Dutch was refreshed and back at work.
 
He was seated behind the historic Resolute
Desk in the Oval Office, his suit coat over the back of his chair, reviewing a
series of press conference cliff notes.
 
He knew that everything from his trip to Helsinki, to the
Israeli-Palestinian conflict, to the floods in Tennessee would be hot topics
when he faced the press later that morning.
 
His staff knew not to disturb him frivolously during this review.
 
Because he wanted to be
prepared.
 
To Dutch Harber, the
secret to a successful encounter with the always skeptical DC press
corps,
was always preparation.

That was why
he was more than a little perturbed when his desk intercom buzzed.
 
He leaned forward and quickly pressed the
button.
 

“Yes?” he said
to his secretary.
 
Why are you disturbing me
, he wanted to add, but didn’t.
 
She was only doing her job.

“Your
son-in-law is here to see you, sir,” she said.

Dutch
hesitated.
 
He was relatively certain
what this visit was about.
 
“Send him
in,” he said, and leaned back in his big, executive chair.

Christian
entered the office cautiously.
 
He was
getting more comfortable with Dutch, but his heart still pounded every time he
was in his presence.
 
And it wasn’t just
because Dutch was the most powerful man in the world.
 
It was Dutch himself.
 
He could have been a farmer on a farm as far
as Christian was concerned, and he’d still be intimidated by the man.

He walked
slowly toward the big desk.
 
Unlike his
father-in-law, who always dressed immaculately, the suit Christian wore fitted
him as if it were a size too big.
 
And
although Christian had biceps almost as muscular as Dutch’s, his oversized
outfit concealed his remarkably fit physique.
 
What it didn’t conceal, however, was his lack of confidence.
 
Because when Dutch looked up, he almost
stopped in his tracks.

“Good
morning, sir,” Christian said nervously, his blue eyes in a hard stare at the
president.

“Good
morning,” Dutch said and looked back down at his notes.
 
“What can I do for you, Chris?”

Christian
didn’t expect to launch right into it, but he also knew the president was a
very busy man.
 
“I came by last night to
talk with you, but you and the First Lady weren’t available.”
 
Christian waited for an explanation regarding
their whereabouts.
 
None came.
 
He swallowed hard.
 
“It’s Jade,” he finally said.

Dutch
hesitated, and then looked at him.
 
Christian was a mild-mannered young man in his mid-twenties, and Dutch
was a tough, older man who’d never been mild about anything.
 
But he knew they had one thing in common:
they wanted the best for Jade.
 
That was
why he always listened intensely to Christian’s concerns.
 

Christian
had hoped Dutch would ask for more information, or something to get him going,
but he just sat there.
  
Which he usually did whenever Christian was ranting about that wife
of his.

“I’m
concerned about Jade,” he went on.
 
“She’s becoming so disrespectful, sir.
 
Especially in front of Uncle Marcus and her mother.
 
And other people too.
 
She won’t listen to anything I have to say,
no matter what it is, and I just don’t know what to do about it.
 
Like early yesterday morning.
 
I told her not to call you.
 
I told her you needed your rest.
 
Even Miss Redding told her not to call you,
that she was just fine.
 
She just had a
bad nightmare, she said.
 
It was
nothing.
 
But Jade phoned you anyway.”