Seduced by the Congressman 2

by Roxie Rivera

  Jack nuzzled my neck before capturing my mouth in a sensual, heated kiss. Our tongues danced as we shared an intimate moment in the afterglow of our wild coupling. When Jack pulled back, he winked playfully at Kerry and gave her a silent invitation to kiss me. Her lips were fuller and more pliable than Jack's but her kiss was more insistent and demanding. She branded me with her searing kiss and left me needy and breathless.

  Kerry threaded her long fingers through my hair. "Sweet baby, what am I going to do with you? One taste just won't be enough for me."

  Jack chuckled and caressed my cheek with his thumb. "Well I've always been a fan of sharing. What do you say, Bee?"

  I glanced between the two people who had just rocked my world. I couldn't believe they were offering me the chance to have them both. Though I had no doubt Jack would be the one who owned me, body and soul, I liked the idea of indulging my desires with Kerry.

  Smiling like the Cheshire Cat, I replied, "I think the two of you may have just created a monster."

  Chapter Three

  An hour later, I slipped inside the hotel suite I shared with my father. The living area looked clear, but just in case Daddy was still awake in his room, I quickly darted into my bedroom on the other side of the suite. My father knew me well enough to take one look at my face and instantly deduce I'd been up to no good tonight. He'd developed a scarily accurate sixth sense when it came to my shenanigans.

  Safely inside my bedroom, I locked the door and slid the dimmer switch just high enough to illuminate the room with a warm glow. I kicked off my heels and dropped my small clutch on the bed. The zipper on my dress proved a bit tricky as I headed toward the bathroom but I finally got it. I peeled out of my clothes and rifled through the leather case embossed with my initials for some makeup remover wipes.

  As I wiped away mascara and eye shadow, my mind raced with flashes of the night's wild events. Coming to the convention, I'd been assured I would at least see Jack. Sneaking into his hotel room was out of the question but I'd hoped for a secret tryst somewhere. It had never occurred to me that anything so wicked would happen.

  I still couldn't quite believe I'd just had my first threesome—and with Jack Richmond of all people! Kerry—oh, lord—that woman tempted me like no other. To think Jack wanted to share me with her still left me reeling. Red-hot currents raced through me at the memory of their hands and mouths on me at the same time.

  When I stepped in the shower and lathered away the evidence of my night's excess, I couldn't help but wonder what Jack was doing. He'd offered to bring me back to the hotel but I'd been slightly freaked by all of the reporters and amateur paps milling around the front entrance of the club. Despite Jack's insistence that he wasn't afraid to go public with me, I knew full well that my party girl reputation was not going to do him any favors.

  I was still drying off when I heard the unmistakable buzz of my cell phone rattling around in my purse. Wrapped in the fluffy hotel towel, I crossed the bedroom and snatched up my clutch. Rather than digging around inside it, I unzipped the top and dumped the contents on the bright white duvet. I silenced the noisy vibration with a swipe of my finger and lifted the phone to my ear. "This better not be one of those damned robo-calls."

  Jack laughed. "Oh, no, ma'am. This is a personal call from your congressman. We're doing a survey to see how satisfied my constituents are by my performance."

  Smiling, I sat on the edge of my bed. "I see. Is this a long survey? I have plans with my pillow and some late night television."

  "No worries, ma'am. I just have a few questions tonight."

  "All right."

  "What are you wearing?" Jack's teasing voice filtered across the airwaves.

  "Oh, just a white towel."

  He groaned dramatically. "You're killing me, Bee. Let me come over."

  My jaw dropped. "Are you out of your mind? No way!"

  "Your hotel floor has private elevator access. No one would see me."

  "Yeah, I'm sure John Edwards told his hussy the same thing. Look how well that turned out for him."

  "I'm not married and catting around on my wife. We're two consenting adults."

  "If only it were that simple, Jack."

  "It is, Phoebe."

  Picking at the fluffy towel, I said softly, "I saw the polling numbers this morning, Jack. Your margin has closed by two points. It's anything but simple anymore."

  He went quiet. Finally, he spoke. "Is that what this is, sugar? You think you're protecting my campaign by staying in the dark? Jesus, Phoebe! It's two points in a nineteen point lead. It's no big deal."

  "Not right now but it could be. You're still months away from election day."

  "I think you're overreacting."

  "Yeah, well, I think Clark is right. I think sometimes you can be aggravatingly naïve about how the media can twist and turn honest, pure things into something torrid and tawdry."

  "But you like torrid and tawdry."

  My lips curved in a smile as he tried to lighten the mood. "Yes, but your extremely conservative constituents might not be so thrilled by the idea of their rock star congressman fucking a twenty-something coed who was recently pinched on a disturbing the peace charge for protesting some of the very policies you support."

  "You let me worry about the politics, Phoebe. Clark, the polling numbers, my constituents—it's all background noise as far as I'm concerned. When it comes to you…"

  "What?" I held my breath as I waited for his answer.

  "Let me come over."

  "No."

  "Sugar—"

  "My father is liable to shoot you if he finds you sneaking in here, Jack. You know how paranoid he is. Even if he doesn't whip out that pistol he carries everywhere, he'll probably punch you in the face for trying to seduce his baby girl." I shook my head. "I can just see the news headlines tomorrow when you show up with a black eye to that family breakfast thing in the morning."

  Jack laughed. "You might have a point there."

  "You know I do."

  "Get in bed, sugar. Open your legs for me."

  "Wh-what?" His frank request shocked me. "You want—I mean—phone sex?"

  "If I can't touch you or put my tongue on that sweet pussy of yours, I can at least listen to you come again before I fall asleep."

  My mouth gaped at his rather dirty reply. "Wow, you really know how to sweet talk a girl, Jack."

  "Phoebe, get on that bed now."

  "Yes, sir!" Giggling, I hopped up on the bed and flipped onto my back. I unfastened the towel and the ends fall on either side of me. I considered putting my phone on speaker but didn't want anyone accidentally overhearing us from the living room. Just in case, I reached over and grabbed the remote to switch on the TV at a low volume.

  "Are you on the bed?"

  "Yes. Are you?"

  "I'm in a chair."

  "Naked?" I wanted to get the visual just right.

  "Hardly," he replied with a laugh. "I'm still dressed."

  "Unbutton your shirt."

  He laughed again. "I thought I was the one running this fantasy."

  "Oh." I squirmed nervously. "Sorry. Carry on, then."

  "Well, now, your unbuttoning my shirt idea wasn't a bad one."

  "Ha! See? I've got this. Do the pants while you're at it," I added. "Push down your boxers and free your cock. Pretend it's me there, kneeling at your feet, preparing to worship that big dick of yours with my tongue and lips."

  "Jesus, Phoebe," he whispered hotly. "You are good at this."

  "Are you hard, Jack?" I ran my hand down my body and outlined my curves. Pinching my nipples, I tried to remember exactly how it felt when Jack played with my breasts while Kerry lapped at my pussy.

  "Throbbing," he admitted.

  "For me?" I let my hands slide even lower down my body and cupped my pussy. Already I was getting turned on by the idea of talking out our fantasy.

  "Only for you, sugar."

  "I'm licking the head of your cock, Jack. I'm swirling
my tongue all around the top of you. Now I'm sucking you gently. Just teasing, really," I said, smiling at the thought of it.

  As I described our shared fantasy, I could almost feel his cock twitching in my mouth as I took long, slow tugs of his shaft between my lips. "I know how you love having your sac licked so I'm heading there now. My tongue is gliding down your shaft. You open your legs for me. I nibble you just a little, the way that makes you grin and groan, and then I start to lick you."

  "Phoebe," he whispered, his voice husky and pained.

  Smiling, I continued, "I'm licking my way back up to the very tip of your cock again. I take you deep with one downward stroke but just once. I'm sucking the tip of you now. You have your fingers in my hair. You're pulling the strands tight between your fingers because you're trying not give in to the urge to start fucking my face. "

  "Hell!"

  "But maybe you can't hold off tonight," I said, certain that if I was really kneeling at his feet, he'd be jamming his cock so far down my throat I'd be seeing stars. "You shift in the chair and slide your hand to the back of my head. I want to feel you take control so I give it up to you. I relax my jaw and grip your pants in my hands because I know I'm going to need something to hold onto now."

  I sighed with pleasure as my fingertips moved between the lips of my pussy. I lightly circled my clit. After the crazy tongue-lashing Kerry gave me earlier, the tiny pink berry was a little sore. I gently stimulated the little nub and felt the first quick tremors in my lower belly.

  "I'm pounding your throat with my cock, sugar." Jack took the reins. "It feels so fucking good. It's hot and wet—but I'm dreaming of that tight, slick cunt. I need to fuck you, baby. I need to fuck you hard."

  Jack's filthy description made my nipples draw tight. "Tell me, Jack. Tell me what you want from me."

  "I want you on your knees. I want to see that pretty pink cunt and that wiggling little ass of yours."

  I did exactly as he asked. I rolled onto my belly and pushed up onto my knees. Closing my eyes, it was easy to imagine Jack behind me on the bed.

  "I'm kissing my way down your back. You're shivering and giggling. I slap your ass hard enough to make you cry out but you push back against my hand because you like it. You want me to be rough with you."

  "I do," I murmured helplessly. "I love it when you're rough."

  "I'm pushing your thighs wide apart with my knee and climbing up behind you on the bed."

  "Hurry," I begged, fully into the fantasy now. I slipped a hand between my thighs and started to strum my clit. I wished I'd remembered to pack my headset. Hands-free talking would have been wonderful right about now. Instead, I slipped the phone between my ear and the bed, tilting my face to one side, and used both hands to play with my pussy.

  "I'm thrusting inside you—and you're so fucking wet. You're slick and hot and I can't get enough, sugar. I grab a handful of your hair and pull tight. Your head comes up and your back arches. I put my lips on your shoulder and bite down hard enough to make you gasp. I can feel your pussy clenching my cock. I want to go deep now. I keep my fingers tight in your hair and start to pound your sweet cunt. I'm balls-deep, Bee. Balls-deep in your snug cunt."

  "Jack!" I moaned his name as I plunged two fingers into my pussy. The awkward position didn't make it easy but I was so fucking hot for Jack I was willing to contort myself to get what I wanted. Just as Jack described on his end of the fantasy, I was soaking wet. I rubbed my clit faster and wondered if we'd come together.

  "That's it, Phoebe," he urged. "Take my cock. Take it."

  His heavy breathing drove me insane. It was easy to imagine him stroking his dick in his big hand, maybe even palming his plump sac. I inhaled shaky breaths as I chased my climax. On the other end of the line, Jack sounded similarly distressed. His filthy words pushed me closer and closer to the edge. With a strangled cry, I came. "Jack!"

  "Phoebe." My name, just a whisper, crossed the airwaves.

  Legs wobbling and stomach trembling, I rolled onto my back and draped my forearm across my eyes. I reached for the phone with jittery fingers and dragged it to my ear. Jack panted on the other end. For the longest time, we remained silent and simply enjoyed the warmth and comfort of our post-orgasmic bliss.

  Eventually, Jack spoke again. "Tonight, with Kerry, I hope that was everything you wanted."

  "Oh, Jack," I said with a laugh. "You two blew me away. I mean, a threesome is always something I've fantasized about but it never occurred to me that it would ever happen. And not like that!"

  "I wanted to experience something with you that no one else ever had. I thought for sure that Kerry would be a safe choice for us. She guards secrets like no one I've ever met."

  "She cares about you," I observed. "Loves you, I think."

  "Like a brother," he confirmed. "The same way I love her. We had one of those instant connections all those years ago. I knew that I could trust her tonight. I wouldn't have dared put you at real risk."

  "I know, Jack." The three of us cavorting in some borrowed office was the height of risqué but I had a sneaky feeling Kerry had orchestrated the whole thing once Jack had made his secret request of her. A woman didn't reach the heights of Beltway power like Kerry had without learning how to pull off the impossible without the barest whisper of scandal.

  "I want to see you tomorrow."

  "You can't." I sat up and pulled my knees tight to my chest.

  "Phoebe…"

  "No, I mean, really, you can't. I'm leaving tomorrow."

  "What? Why? Where?" A faint rustle of clothing filled my ear as he moved around in his room. "Why didn't you tell me?"

  I couldn't help but laugh at the frustration in his voice. "I didn't realize I had to okay my social calendar with you."

  "You don't," he said quickly. "I didn't mean to sound controlling. It's just—well you've thrown me for a loop on this one."

  "Sorry. Really," I added hurriedly. "We do it every year. My father and I," I clarified. "He takes me away to some place special around the anniversary of my mother's death."

  Jack stayed silent for a moment longer than I'd expected. "Hell, Phoebe, I didn't even remember. I'm so sorry. I—"

  "Jack," I interrupted his apology, "it's fine. I wouldn't expect you to remember that kind of thing."

  "I should have remembered. I've known your family for years. It's just this damn campaign and doing all the press and stumping for our guy—but that's no excuse. I should have remembered this. God knows you'll never forget it."

  No, I thought silently. Forgetting the day your mother launched herself off the fourteenth floor balcony of your hotel suite isn't something you forget. "That's why Daddy takes me away. We do silly touristy things in beautiful places. It makes it easier."

  "How long will you be gone?"

  "A week, maybe two."

  "Where?"

  "Paris, this year. Probably Germany," I added. "Daddy's been looking into doing some business there."

  He exhaled roughly. "I'm going to miss you, Phoebe."

  "I'm going to miss you, too." Shockingly, it was the easiest thing in the world to admit that to him. Somehow, Jack Richmond had managed to hammer away at that icy wall I'd erected around myself after my mother's tragic death. The wall that kept me safe from getting hurt or betrayed. Letting Jack tunnel his way inside didn't seem so scary anymore.

  "When you get back…," he started but didn't finish.

  "We'll talk," I stated firmly. I owed him that much. He deserved a proper sit down where we could discuss what the hell we were doing and where this thing between us was headed.

  "Good."

  "You know," I said while toying with a strand of my hair, "while I'm away, I'll have my phone. You'll have your phone…"

  Jack laughed. "Honey, I like the way you think."

  "You know what they say. Filthy minds think alike."

  He snorted. "I'm not sure that's the exact quote."

  "I like mine better."

  He chuckled softly. "
It's catchier, I'll grant you that."

  "Jack?"

  "Yeah, sugar?"

  "Do you remember what I told you that first night we were together?"

  "That I hadn't earned your vote yet?"

  I grinned. "Yeah. That."

  "Has your opinion changed?"

  "A bit early to say," I teased. "Of course, I just heard that you and your opponent have finally settled on a debate time and venue. Maybe you can dazzle me with your oral skills."

  Jack laughed raucously. "Sweetheart, just you wait…"

  The End.

  Seduced By the Loan Shark Excerpt

  "Mr. Hagen will see you now."

  My stomach churned as the words I'd been dreading were spoken by the hulking goon looming in the open doorway. I reluctantly slid off the leather stool and crossed the mostly empty bar. I didn't miss the curious looks from the handful of patrons bellied up to the bar this early in the afternoon.

  I swallowed hard as I neared the goon. He glanced down at me and offered a pitying smile. I figured that didn't bode well for me. With a jerk of his head, he indicated that I should head through the door at the end of the long, narrow and dimly lit hallway. I forced my feet to move, the thin soles of my red ballet flats silent on the tiled floor. In my head, a dreadful tune played. No doubt I would soon regret sticking my neck out for my loser brother.

  But he was family and he hadn't always been this pathetic or irresponsible. He'd been a great brother to me once. At the very least, I had to try to help him out of this jam.

  I nervously smoothed the front of my skirt and stepped into the office. My eyes adjusted to the soft, natural lighting streaming through a small window. Unlike the smoky bar, the office had a clean, fresh scent. It looked immaculately neat and tidy.

  The man behind the desk was no different. He exuded control. Perfectly pressed charcoal grey suit, snappy white shirt, clean-shaven face—he looked more like a banker than the mobbed-up loan shark I knew him to be.