Christine Sullivan isn’t an easy person to love. She knows how the world sees her – aloof, standoffish, cold…perhaps even bitchy. After a lifetime in politics, including a stint with an expat government in exile, President Sullivan has taken her share of body blows, but now she’s back in Philadelphia…a widow, a recovering Republican, a former public servant seeking a quiet, private existence.
On her to-do list – rebuild her relationship with her estranged daughter and invent the rest of her life. She has her best friend Caroline, her brand spanking new condo, and her ever frustrating Secret Service detail to keep her company. That should be enough for anyone, right?
Until Alexander Guardiola comes along… liberal, emotionally unguarded, younger. A lot younger. Everything Christine isn’t. And isn’t ready for.
But opposites attract, don’t they? And hearts and minds can always be changed…
I would like to talk about where this relationship is going.” There. That sounded good.
“I think it’s going well, don’t you?”
“I meant, more specifically, where it might go tonight.”
“Oh.” He looked as if I’d genuinely caught him off guard. “I see.”
“I’m not being impulsive this time.”
“I can tell.”
“But I also think I need to… discuss expectations. I mean, neither of us are virgins but—” How could I possibly complete that sentence without dying of embarrassment?
“In a way, we are,” he said. “The first time you sleep with someone is a discovery, right?”
Oh, okay. That made sense. I could build on that. “I suppose so.”
“Much of a couple’s initial intimacy is about discovering likes and dislikes, don’t you think? Almost like sexual information gathering. The joy of discovery. Science but fun.”
“Are you comparing me to an archaeological dig?”
He kissed my neck. “I want to know everything about you. That might require some pretty intense studying. And I’m an eager student.”
“That might take a while. I’m much older than you.”
“I am a man of uncommon dedication.”
Didn’t hurt for me to make the journey a little easier for him. “All my internal organs are in the right places,” I said.
“I’m very sensitive so you don’t have to worry about getting a response out of me.”
“That’s consistent with my observations so far but thank you for sharing.”
“I like soft touching but sometimes a little harder.” In case he hadn’t picked up on during any of the times we’d crept toward home plate while spending lengthy periods of time at first and second base.
“Mmm-hmm.” He nuzzled my neck. Apparently he was eager to get to third as quickly as possible.
There went my plan of hiding my fears. I didn’t like that he could read me so well. “My body is not as springy as yours.” I gestured vaguely. “And my parts are not as, um—”
“I have lube,” he said. “And condoms. Even if pregnancy isn’t a possibility, I want us both to be comfortable.”
“I agree. Safe sex is important.”
“Good.” He mock wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “Saves us that discussion.”
I was glad he brought it up first so I wouldn’t have to. Any man who wouldn’t insist on taking precautions was not a man I’d want in my bed. His proactivity was definitely a point in his favor. “If you call me ‘Madam President’ during any of this, whether we are undressed or not, whether sensitive places are being touched, or whether parts are inside other parts, I am running out the door and never looking back.”
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About the Author:
Cecilia London is the pen name of a native Illinoisan currently living in San Antonio, Texas. She’s filled several roles over the course of her adult life – licensed attorney, wrangler of small children, and obsessed baseball and footy fan, among others. An extroverted introvert with a serious social media addiction, she is the author of The Bellator Saga, an epic, genre-crossing romance series, and its spinoff, Songbird. You can most often find her causing trouble on Twitter or, less frequently, on Facebook.