As she laughed, her lips brushed against his ear, further firing him up. It might be a good idea to admit he was entirely powerless where she was concerned. But he didn’t have to admit anything. She already knew. How could she not when the proof was growing harder inside her by the second?

She ran her hands over his buttocks, dipping her middle finger between them in a move that nearly finished him off a second time.

“Sam, God, what’re you doing to me?” he asked as she pressed several times against his entrance before moving further down to stroke the back of his balls.

“Just proving that you’re not always in charge.”

“As if we needed proof.”

“Think of it as a reminder.” She dipped her tongue into his ear as her finger moved back up to tease him some more. They’d been getting more and more daring with every passing month, and just when he thought things between them couldn’t get any hotter, she proved otherwise by pressing her fingertip inside him.

Every thought was cleared from his mind, replaced by a haze of passion that had him taking her hard and fast, which he had the presence of mind to suspect had been her goal all along. He was coming again in no time, more intensely than the first time. Thankfully, she was right there with him because she’d completely demolished what was left of his energy.

As he lay on top of her, still pulsating in the aftermath, she did that thing to his ear again and nearly had him begging for mercy.

“Let me know when you want to be in charge again,” she whispered in his ear, making him laugh.

“You made me your bitch.”

That got another laugh out of her. “I really did, didn’t I?”

“You know exactly what you did to me.”

“Nothing you haven’t done to me.”

“You’ve got me thinking of revenge.”

“Do your worst.”

“I’ll have to give that some serious thought.” He raised his head from where it rested on her chest and kissed her. “You need to go back to sleep.”

“I know,” she said, brushing the hair off his forehead in a gesture that never failed to stir him. No one had ever loved him the way she did. “But this was time very well spent.”

“You won’t hear me complaining.” Reluctantly, he withdrew from her and flopped on to his back, reaching for her.

She came into his arms, her head on his chest and her hand flat against his belly. “Are you going on the big trip with the president?”

“Looks that way.”

“Oh. Okay.”

He squeezed her tighter. “It will be, babe. I promise.”

“If you say so. How’s the boy?”

“Full of questions and disbelief. It was a tough afternoon and evening, but we got through it.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here to help.”