The silly banter and sexy innuendo with her favorite person in the world were exactly what she needed right then, and exactly what he seemed to need too. Hovering in the back of her mind was the enormity of what he’d been asked to do and how it would affect them and their family. A tiny spike of panic gripped her when she wondered if he’d expect her to give up her job.

As she helped him out of the suit, she pushed that thought and every other one that didn’t involve him and his pleasure right out of her mind.

“What’re you doing, Samantha?” he asked as she dropped to her knees in front of him.

“Helping you out of your suit.”

“You could’ve done that standing up.”

“Yes,” she said as she unbuckled his belt and freed him from the suit pants and boxers that slid down muscular legs. “But I couldn’t have done this standing up.”

He sucked in a sharp deep breath as she took him into her mouth while stroking him with her hand. “Samantha...”

“Mmm.” She purposely let her lips vibrate against his shaft as she continued to work him over with lips, tongue and a hint of teeth.

His fingers fisted in her hair, holding on tight as she continued to tease and torment. “Babe... Oh my God, that’s good. Don’t stop.”

She loved the desire she heard in his voice and felt in the tight grip he had on her hair. The slight bite of pain only fired her desire to give him more, to give him everything.

“Sam.”

She recognized the sense of urgency in the way he said her name and intensified her efforts to finish him off. Taking him deep into her throat was all it took. With a shout, he came hard, clinging to her hair as he thrust into her mouth. She stayed with him until his legs began quiver and he released his tight hold on her hair.

“Holy. Shit.”

“This is a no swearing zone,” Sam said as she ran her tongue around the tip.

“The boy isn’t here, and that deserved a holy fucking shit. What brought that on?”

“I’ve told you before. Power turns me on.”

He reached for her, helped her up and put his arms around her. “You never, ever cease to amaze me.”

She smiled as she breathed in the scent of home: starch and soap and the slightest hint of citrusy cologne. “My goal in life, Senator. Or should I call you Mr. Vice President now?”

“Nothing has been decided yet, and since you’ve completely scrambled my brain, I’m not sure anything will be decided tonight.”

The doorbell rang downstairs.

Sam patted his chest. “Get changed and relax. I’ll be right back.”