Chapter 44: The Selfish President

Chapter Forty Four
Anastasia’s POV


I pushed against President Aaron’s chest, my movements now frenzied for a dierent reason.

“Aaron...President Blacks “. Get o. You’ve had a bad dream.’ He stilled instantly, hovering over meZ Then his hand slipped from my bottom and he rolled onto his back.


I jumped to my feet, my body feeling both hot and cold,my breathing ragged.I didn’t know what to say and wondered if he’d fallen back asleep and then I heard a young child’s cry.


Ava.

My thoughts a complete jumble and I did the only thing I could, dashed . Down the hall and straight into Ava’s room.



President Blacks POV


I woke, feeling as if I had a hangover. I had slept, tfully and the recurring dream I have had on and o since my brother’s death had returned last night to haunt him. Of course I knew why, but i didn’t want to think about that any more than i wanted to recall his death. A death he had inadvertently caused
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I turned my head to the side, as if that might dislodge the heavy guilt shrouding my heart, and caught the faintest trace of vanilla. Instantly another memory, a much more pleasurable one, slammed through my body and turned as hard as stone.


Anastasia Peters,. She’d wokene and he’d momentarily thought it was my father attacking me.

Had he hurt her? Ky mind sifted through the way I gripped her arms and brought her under him, the feel of her soft curves, the warm V of her thighs as she’d cradled me intimately. Her taste ... like the sweetest dessert ..

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I closed my eyes. There was something about her that had called to me since they’d met, so coming fully awake to nd her under him had been too great a temptation to resist.


I hadn’t meant to kiss her but she’d said my name and lifted herself against me and what was a man supposed to do with that?


The natural thing, of course.

Shafts of pleasure pulsed my groin as I recalled the feel of her mouth, the touch of her ngers. I cursed again.

I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on and if She hadn’t stopped me he’d have buried himself inside her with no questions asked.

I pushed out of bed and padded into the bathroom. I didn’t bother shaving and just rolled straight into the shower, welcoming the stinging bite of icy-cold water as it lashed my shoulders and overheated torso.


I leant my forehead against the wall and refocused my mind. I had a massive weekend planned. The maiden voyage of his new super-yach, which I had helped design and which I planned to use as a prototype to launch a new area of his business— building rst-class environmentally powered yachts, ferries and ships. But rst I. had to convince the Greek environmental minister to sell me a lland in
His country for a new cutting-edge ethanol plant that could revolutionise the world’s use of friendly fuel sources and one I needed to power hhis future ships.


What greeted me after shower was the sweet curve of Anastasia Peres’s ackside in the pale pink panties he’d shoved his hand into not a few hours ago. She was asleep on her side, my T-shirt bunched around her waist, her magnicent hair like a dark ag streaming out behind her, her body curved like a protective bow around the small form of my daughter .


I felt a vice grip his heart and absently rubbed my chest. They both looked so innocent, so untouchable, and my mouth tightened as I forced himself to turn away and leave the room.
He should never have agreed to take them to Greece after the stress of meeting my father and mother I law.

But I can’t help it, once I want something. I get selfish.