I stand by the door and watch her advisor go over her options. I’m trying not to kill him with my stare, but every time Sloan smiles at him I want to choke him with my bare hands. The little shit keeps looking down her shirt. Doesn’t he know she’s seventeen?

Not that it stopped me from rubbing against her sweet little pussy. I casually bring my hand to my face and inhale, trying desperately to smell her. How fucking long have I waited? I’m a complete bastard because I was okay with her being locked away so men like Chad couldn’t leer at her. Meanwhile I was jerking off to her long before I should have been. I should be ashamed, but no one has ever made me question myself or my job. I’ve been so close to giving it up, but I knew if I did I couldn’t be near her like I am now. But I want to throw it all away and take her with me. I want to lock her up in my bedroom and keep her as a pet, but the president wouldn’t look too fondly on that.

She leans forward and points to something on the paper in front of him, and he takes the opportunity to look down her shirt. I’m at his side in a second looking down exactly where he is. He jerks his head up and his cheeks flush at being caught.

"Time’s up," I say and look over at Sloan. "You have other obligations." I want to call her sweet pea, but I bite my tongue before it comes out.

How much longer can I wait to claim what belongs to me? It’s barbaric and it’s probably going to get me a cell in Sing Sing, but I don’t care anymore. I’ve been trained to kill and to do it without getting caught. Right now I feel like putting all of that training to use on Chad. Fuck, even his name makes me want to punch him in the face.

"We’re almost finished here," he says, like he doesn’t see my face. Or know that I’m only seconds away from ending his life.

"I think I have what I need," Sloan chirps, and the dickhead doesn’t know how lucky he is that my girl is saving his ass.

"You have my number if you have any more questions," he says, turning his full attention on her ass as she turns around to grab her bag. "Or if you just want to talk."

"She doesn’t want to talk." I take her bag from her with one hand and wrap the other around her upper arm, leading her away from the boy who is trying to move in on what’s mine. I bring my watch to my mouth. "Buttercup is on the move."

I’ve got a microphone embedded into it, which feeds back to the entire security team. Good thing I set it to cut off when I was in her wing. I don’t need anyone knowing all the filthy things I said to her. Or what I’m going to do to her at midnight.

"If I didn’t know better I’d say you were jealous," she says right before she smiles brightly to a passing staff member. "Good afternoon."

"Do you have to be so nice to everyone?" I say as I release her upper arm. I have to be so careful not to draw attention, but my control is running thin. Being so close to what is almost mine has it that way.

"Yes, I think it’s actually in the job description under ’daughter of president.’" She wiggles her fingers in air quotes and winks at me.

Fuck, she’d be a lot less mouthy if she had my dick in it. Then my fantasies of her on her knees spiral out of control as we walk down the long hall to her next appointment of the day. She’s got more meetings than the Queen of fucking England.

"Thank you for coming," Sloan says as she greets a military family visiting the White House today.

The next hour is spent speaking with the family, and I keep an eye out for anyone trying to get too close. Or letting their eyes linger too long. Luckily the soldier keeps his head and is respectful, so I don’t have to pretend to kill someone else.

I glance down at my watch as the seconds tick by. It’s a countdown to what’s coming.

I’ve been with the first family for a long time, but that is coming to an end. Not only is the president’s term ending, but I’m going to quit. As soon as I’ve had Sloan I’m turning in my resignation. I knew this day would come the moment I met her. Even when she was fifteen and I was too old for her, I began to calculate how much time I had. When I’ve made her mine in God’s eyes, she’ll be coming with me. I’ll take her wherever she wants to go, but she’ll be riding my dick the whole way.