Protecting Freedom Read Online Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
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“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,” Honor 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 Honor 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.

The next meeting is in another room, and I shamefully watch her ass the entire way. She doesn’t move like a girl. She’s all woman and only hours away from proving it to me. My hands ache with the need to squeeze the flesh of her thighs and bury my face between her milky legs.

“And this is where the new children’s hospital wing will be,” someone says, shaking me from my thoughts. I just want to go back to my fantasy.

She’s surrounded by benefactors from the charity she works with and they’re discussing finances. She’s only seventeen. She has too much on her shoulders. People expect her to step into her father's shoes and pick up his legacy. But all I want to do is take her away from all of this and shield her from the world. She belongs in a place where she can grow how she wants to. Not as a potted plant where she has to go where they force her. I may want to lock her away in my bedroom, but I also want to give her the freedom to explore.

Funny that her code name is Freedom when she has anything but. The irony is not lost on me.

There’s chatter in my ear and my eyebrows draw together. I place my finger against my earpiece and concentrate.

“We can’t see where he exited,” someone in the control room says. “Someone check the southwest corner. I want two units on the outer door.”

“What’s happening?” I say, as I move closer to Honor.

“We lost sight of her advisor. He had an escort into the restroom, but he never came out. Agent Sanders just went in and he’s gone.”

“Lock it down,” I growl, moving right against Honor and squeezing her elbow. I lean in close and give her the emergency code she is trained to know. “White, Blue, and Red.” The last color I say is to indicate how dangerous a situation is. Red means for her to move her ass.

Her body tenses, but she remains cool as she tells the group of people that she’s been called into a closed-door meeting. They politely thank her, and she waves goodbye as I plaster myself to her side and exit the room.

“What’s happening? What’s going on? Talk to me, Washington.” She wraps her arm around my waist and I do the same.

I’ve got my body around hers in a protective hold as we move down the hallway and to the other wing of the White House.

“I don’t know, sweet pea,” I answer honestly as the team encircles us. “They can’t find Chad.”

“They called a code red because Chad is missing?” Her voice is bewildered and her feet slow. “Are you serious? He’s probably in the bathroom or something.”

“I’m not taking that chance.” My words are final, and though I see she wants to argue she keeps her mouth closed.

When we finally make it back to her wing, I have the team do a sweep of the rooms while I watch her and the door.

“I think you guys are probably making a big deal out of this. Just call him.” She plops down on the couch and crosses her arms.

“Honor, you should know by now that not everyone who appears to be safe is. And who knows who may have gotten to him. Some men will do anything for money.” Or for what she’s got between her legs. But I keep that part to myself.


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