I watch Ford pace back and forth. Every now and then he stops and I know he’s listening to his earpiece. Than he mumbles sothing in response, but I can’t hear what he says. My head is still spinning after all that’s happened today, but one thing is for sure: he wants . Really wants .
I glance over at the clock. How am I going to make it until midnight? I know my mind should be sowhere else. I should be worried about the threat around us, but all my thoughts are focused on him. Although it’s pretty normal behavior because I’m usually daydreaming about him. But now my fantasies might beco a reality. It changes everything.
I jump when my phone rings.
"It’s the president," Ford says as he stops his pacing.
I feel my face heat as I glance down at it. Oh god. My dad. Does he know about and Ford? What’s he going to say? My heart starts to pound in my chest.
"Answer the phone, sweet pea. He just wants to make sure you’re okay. That’s all." It’s as if he’s reading my mind.
Right. Of course that’s why he’s calling. I pick up the phone and I imdiately hear my dad’s voice. "Sloan," he says, and I can hear the relief in his tone.
"Hey Dad." I glance over at Ford, who’s staring right at .
"Are you okay?" he asks, and it sounds like he’s rushing around.
"I’m fine, Dad. Calm down. It’s nothing really," I try to reassure him.
"I’m heading back to you. I’ll be there in—"
"No!" I snap out louder than I an to. I really don’t want my dad to co back for totally selfish reasons. Whatever threat he’s worried about is under control, but my biggest concern is that he will co back before the clock strikes midnight. "I have Ford. I’m fine. I promise."
"Sloan..." he tries to go on, but I talk over him.
"I told you I shouldn’t go to college. Look at the problems it’s causing already," I joke. He laughs quietly then sighs. So I try another angle. "Stay with July. She needs you right now."
When there’s a mont of silence I know I’ve won. "Fine, but if anything else happens, I don’t care how small, I’m coming back."
"I love you," I tell him, because I know he’s not looking for to agree with him.
"I love you, too, sweetheart. Let talk to Ford."
"Bye, Dad." I hold the phone out. "He wants to talk to you."
Ford clears the distance between us. His scent invades and suddenly I’m soothed. Being near him always puts at ease. He takes the phone from and I glance to the clock.
"Mr. President," Ford says. His voice is cool and controlled.
I sit down on the couch and Ford stands directly in front of . My eyes go to his chest then trail down to his waist. The bulge of his cock is right in front of , straining against the material of his slacks. I lick my lips, wanting to touch him so badly. I swear I can make out every inch, including the swell of the head. I rember feeling it pressed up against and I rub my legs together at the reminder.
I reach out to touch him, but faster than I can process his movents, Ford has by the wrist. His giant hand wraps all the way around it in a firm hold. I gasp at how fast he moved. He’s on the phone with my freaking dad! His dark green eyes are locked on mine and they’re stone cold. Shit. He looks pissed.
"I’ve got her, sir." The muscles in his arm flex, and I can tell his body is wound tight with tension. "I won’t let her out of my sight." He ends the call and places the phone in the table.
"You can’t touch , Sloan." His voice is low and his face is serious. "I don’t think you understand how badly I want you and how fragile my control is when it cos to you." He lets go of my wrist and steps back from . He puts more distance between us than I care for.
I don’t like the cold way he’s speaking to and it makes a knot form in my stomach. Before now I was sweet pea, but maybe he’s changed his mind. What if he’s trying to get the control back so he can push away?
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