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pondering this, he began to lick her through her green, Victoria Secret briefs, and she found it increasingly difficult to care about particulars like eye color. She bit her lip, reaching down to caress his head and willing him to take the panties off at well.
“ Yes … That feels so good,” she murmured, wondering in what universe she could possibly deserve sex with a man this beautiful, and she gasped as he began to suck on the inside of her thighs.
Then, just when she was on the verge of her first man-made orgasm in months, from nothing more than a little over-the-panty action, it happened: he bit her. “Ouch!” she screeched as she sat up, ripping her legs from under him.
He sat back from her, his hand covering his mouth.
She glowered it him, panting as her excitement slowly began to dwindle away. “I’m, I just, wasn’t expecting that,” she managed, taking note of the fact that his eyes looked even more different than before.
He nodded, standing up and hastily scouring around him for his shirt.
She gasped, stumbling to her feet. “Wait. You don’t have to leave!” she cried, a little voice in the back of her head demanding to know why he was being so sensitive in the first place.
He shook his head. “No, I really do.”
Then, as he lifted his hand away from his mouth, Anita saw what he must have been trying to hide: two rows of sharp teeth, definitely not human. Her eyes went wide as her stomach flipped in fear. “What’s wrong with your mouth?” she asked, slowly stepping away from him.
“Nothing,” he snapped.
“But—”
Once dressed, he took one last look around her house, then turned to leave.
“Wait, you can’t go,” she cried, trying and failing to hide the desperation in her voice.
“No. I have to. Trust me,” he said firmly.
All Anita could hear was, “I don’t actually want to have sex with you,” and it made her sick to her stomach.
“But what about the resolution? You can’t just run away from your responsibilities,” she argued in a reproachful voice.
He cocked his head to one side, glaring at her. “That's not what this is, and I resent the accusation. I’m not running anywhere. I’m being an adult about this.”
Anita crossed her arms. “That’s exactly why you refuse to stay here and work with me,” she retorted.
“Yeah, says the one who was tonguing me just a moment ago.”
Anita’s jaw dropped. “ You were tonguing me. And anyway, this whole thing was your idea. If you didn’t want to have sex with me, you shouldn’t have kissed me.”
Bruce’s shoulders dropped and his face fell. He tossed his jacket onto the couch, and then slowly made his way toward her.
She stood her ground, not really sure what to expect from him anymore.
He placed a hand on her cheek. “It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with you. It’s just that I really fucking shouldn’t.”
Anita rested her forehead on his chest, wondering what could possibly have been standing in their way, all the while hating herself for caring in the first place. “Why?”
He shook his head. “I can’t tell you.” With that, he kissed her on her forehead and turned to leave again.
Anita gulped. “But… the resolution….”
He cast his gaze down, taking a moment to think, before he looked back up at her. “Just meet me in my office in a couple of hours and we’ll figure something out.”
With that, he left.
Chapter Six
The next morning, the president was hit with a revelation—inspiration, if you will—and an exhausted Anita, Bruce, and the rest of the cabinet were stuck trying to find a diplomatic way to execute his strategy.
“The Palestinians and Israelis have agreed to a conference call in about five minutes.”
Anita gave a sleepy nod, far too tired to be annoyed by the sound of Victoria’s voice. She gazed down at her legal pad, aimlessly eyeing her notes to keep her gaze from drifting to Bruce. When she had met him at four in the morning in his office, he
“ Yes … That feels so good,” she murmured, wondering in what universe she could possibly deserve sex with a man this beautiful, and she gasped as he began to suck on the inside of her thighs.
Then, just when she was on the verge of her first man-made orgasm in months, from nothing more than a little over-the-panty action, it happened: he bit her. “Ouch!” she screeched as she sat up, ripping her legs from under him.
He sat back from her, his hand covering his mouth.
She glowered it him, panting as her excitement slowly began to dwindle away. “I’m, I just, wasn’t expecting that,” she managed, taking note of the fact that his eyes looked even more different than before.
He nodded, standing up and hastily scouring around him for his shirt.
She gasped, stumbling to her feet. “Wait. You don’t have to leave!” she cried, a little voice in the back of her head demanding to know why he was being so sensitive in the first place.
He shook his head. “No, I really do.”
Then, as he lifted his hand away from his mouth, Anita saw what he must have been trying to hide: two rows of sharp teeth, definitely not human. Her eyes went wide as her stomach flipped in fear. “What’s wrong with your mouth?” she asked, slowly stepping away from him.
“Nothing,” he snapped.
“But—”
Once dressed, he took one last look around her house, then turned to leave.
“Wait, you can’t go,” she cried, trying and failing to hide the desperation in her voice.
“No. I have to. Trust me,” he said firmly.
All Anita could hear was, “I don’t actually want to have sex with you,” and it made her sick to her stomach.
“But what about the resolution? You can’t just run away from your responsibilities,” she argued in a reproachful voice.
He cocked his head to one side, glaring at her. “That's not what this is, and I resent the accusation. I’m not running anywhere. I’m being an adult about this.”
Anita crossed her arms. “That’s exactly why you refuse to stay here and work with me,” she retorted.
“Yeah, says the one who was tonguing me just a moment ago.”
Anita’s jaw dropped. “ You were tonguing me. And anyway, this whole thing was your idea. If you didn’t want to have sex with me, you shouldn’t have kissed me.”
Bruce’s shoulders dropped and his face fell. He tossed his jacket onto the couch, and then slowly made his way toward her.
She stood her ground, not really sure what to expect from him anymore.
He placed a hand on her cheek. “It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with you. It’s just that I really fucking shouldn’t.”
Anita rested her forehead on his chest, wondering what could possibly have been standing in their way, all the while hating herself for caring in the first place. “Why?”
He shook his head. “I can’t tell you.” With that, he kissed her on her forehead and turned to leave again.
Anita gulped. “But… the resolution….”
He cast his gaze down, taking a moment to think, before he looked back up at her. “Just meet me in my office in a couple of hours and we’ll figure something out.”
With that, he left.
Chapter Six
The next morning, the president was hit with a revelation—inspiration, if you will—and an exhausted Anita, Bruce, and the rest of the cabinet were stuck trying to find a diplomatic way to execute his strategy.
“The Palestinians and Israelis have agreed to a conference call in about five minutes.”
Anita gave a sleepy nod, far too tired to be annoyed by the sound of Victoria’s voice. She gazed down at her legal pad, aimlessly eyeing her notes to keep her gaze from drifting to Bruce. When she had met him at four in the morning in his office, he
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