Using his fingers to open her to his tongue, he focused on the pulsing heart of her desire as he slid two fingers deep inside her.

She cried out from the dual sensations that rocked her and had her climbing quickly toward release.

He knew just how to touch her, just where to kiss her. His fingers curled inside her, sending shock waves through her entire body. “Come for me, Samantha.” He sucked hard on her clit, pressed his fingers deeper into her and drove her to a scorching release that had her screaming from the sheer pleasure. And then he was poised between her legs, pressing into her insistently, sending her into a second wave of release that seemed to go on forever as he pounded into her.

She curled her legs around his hips and grasped his ass, which she knew made him nuts.

A low growl preceded a shout of pleasure as he came deep inside her. Every time she felt the heat of his release, she wondered if this might be the time their love created a new life. She clung to him, holding him as close as she could while she said a silent prayer that maybe this time... Maybe, just maybe...

“I love you,” he whispered against her ear, his breath harsh and choppy from exertion.

“I love you too.”

“We didn’t decide anything.”

“No, we didn’t, but we had awesome sex, so the night wasn’t a total loss.” She felt his laughter deep inside her where he remained, still hard and thick and pulsing with aftershocks. Combing her fingers through his hair, she caressed his back with her other hand and reveled in the sweetness of their love, the completeness he brought to her life and the utter perfection they created together.

“You should do it,” she said softly, so softly she wondered for a second if she’d said the words out loud or merely thought them.

When he raised his head to meet her gaze, she knew she’d actually said them. “What’re you saying?”

“You should accept the president’s offer. We’ll figure it out the way we always do.”

“Sam... You should be really sure before you say that.”

“I’ll never be really sure. What I am sure of is my faith in you. I’ve always said you were destined for great things. This just proves that, as always, I was right.”

He smiled and shook his head at her cheekiness.

“Remember when they asked you to run for your seat in the election?” she asked. “We talked about what kind of people we wanted to be and whether we were willing to settle for ‘good enough’ or whether we wanted to strive to be more.”

“I remember.”

“If you don’t do this, we’ll always wonder what might’ve been. I’d rather not spend the rest of my life wondering.”

“This is all your fault, you know.”