“Let her sleep. She’s perfectly comfortable where she is, and Hill’s working anyway. She’s better off here than home alone.”

“Said the world’s horniest vice president.”

“Keep talking and laughing at me, and you’ll give me no choice but to spank your sexy ass until it’s bright red.”

Sam stared at the back of his head, stunned that he would say such a thing out loud in a house full of Secret Service agents who watched their every move—except in the bedrooms and bathrooms. Oh, and their third-floor loft. Those spaces were strictly off limits.

Melinda was sitting outside Scotty’s room. Of course she was. “Good evening Mr. Vice President, Mrs. Cappuano.”

“Evening,” Nick said gruffly as he went into their bedroom, towing her behind him, and slammed the door.

“Why don’t you just announce what we’re going to—”

His lips came down on hers as he lifted and pressed her back against the door he’d just closed.

Oh. My. Sam loved him like this, unhinged, undone and nothing at all like the calm, cool customer he was to the rest of the world. She loved that only she got to see him this way, that she’d driven him to it with some harmless flirting.

He devoured her with his lips and tongue, biting down on her bottom lip until the painful pleasure had her crying out. “Shhh, you don’t want your friend Melinda to hear us.”

“Not here.”

He pushed his hard cock into the V of her legs. “Right here. Just like our first time. Remember?”

“How could I ever forget?”

“I relived that a million times in the years we spent apart.”

“So did I. That was an incredible night, and this will be too, but I can’t do it here, with her on the other side of the door. I just can’t.”

Groaning in aggravation, he cupped her ass and picked her up to carry her to the other side of the room, to the farthest wall from the hallway. “Better?”

“Much.”

“I’m putting you down for five seconds. Get your clothes off.”

“Only if you do the same.”

His shirt flew over his head, making her laugh at his haste.

“Are you laughing at me again?”

“Would I do that?”

“I believe you would. You’d do it just so I’ll spank your sweet ass.”

The very thought ignited her desire. “No, don’t do that.”

“Now you’re telling me what to do?”

What did it say about her that she, who was dominant in every aspect of her life, absolutely loved when he dominated her in the bedroom?

“Please, Nick. I’ll behave.”

“No, you won’t,” he said, laughing.

When they were both naked, he lifted her, cupping her ass in his big hands and bringing her down on his hard cock.