by Kylie Parker
Stephanie stepped into her new heels and then strode over to the full-length mirror in her room. She was amazed at what she saw. She looked nothing short of stunning, and she knew that Chris was sure to have a heart attack from the moment he saw her.
Excited, she looked down at her phone, and her stomach lurched as she saw that the time read six twenty. She gathered up a small black clutch and put a few essentials into it. Once again, she looked herself over in the mirror. Then, she took a deep breath and headed toward the door.
She did not reach it, though, before she heard a knock.
Somewhat surprised, she opened the door, only for her jaw to drop as she saw Chris standing there. He was dressed in a well fitted black suit with a white shirt and a beautiful dark gray and black paisley tie. A soft cologne rolled off of him, and Stephanie felt immediately intoxicated by him. She saw his eyes travel over her, and she was them darkened slightly.
“My lady,” he all but purred at her, offering her his arm.
Stephanie blushed as he took it, and he led her out of her apartment. He allowed her to lock up her door and then led her down the hallway and to the elevator.
Chris led her through the lobby and out to where he was parked in the street and helped her into the passenger seat of his car. Then, he got in himself and started the engine. Stephanie looked over at him expectantly.
“Where are we going?” she asked him eagerly, ready to finally know.
“You’ll see very soon,” he said, a childish smile spreading across his face.
Stephanie was nearly bursting with her excitement, and she could barely contain herself.
She was only mildly caught off guard when Chris pulled into the parking lot of a park in the city. He turned off the car and got out, immediately moving over to the passenger’s side to help her out.
She once again took his arm, and allowed him to lead her across the parking lot to the entrance of the park, which she noticed was lined by a trail of gentle lanterns. Chris led her along the trail of soft gravel that crunched under their feet, and Stephanie gasped as their destination came into view.
It was a white tent over a small table that was set out with a bottle of champagne and glasses, and a waiter stood by ready to serve them. As they neared the tent, Stephanie could see that it was bigger than she thought, and further inside was a large, soft looking leather couch complete with an ottoman in front of it, along with a vast assortment of pillows and blankets.
Chris led her into the tent and sat her down on one side of the table.
“Here we are,” he said, a bright smile on his face as he sat down across from her.
Stephanie could only look around, amazed.
“How did you do all this?” she asked, shocked.
“A series of private meetings,” he said, giving her a wink.
“Oh my God…” Stephanie marveled at her extravagant surroundings. “You shouldn’t have done all this…”
“Nonsense,” he said easily. “Now, let’s pour the champagne!”
At his cue, the waiter stepped forward and popped the cork, making Stephanie jump, and then poured the sparkling liquid into their glasses.
They each took a sip, and Stephanie couldn’t help but notice the way Chris’s eyes were lingering on her.
“You look stunning,” he said softly, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.
Stephanie blushed, and Chris shot her a smile.
The waiter proceeded to bring out their meal. It was a delicious meal of a quinoa salad with seasonal vegetables, as well as backed chicken. For desert, there was a slice of very rich chocolate cake that Stephanie could barely finish. They finished their food, and the waiters took away their plates.
“You can all head home,” Chris told one of the male waiters, who gave him a nod. Soon, they were left alone in the tent, and the silence stretched out between them. Chris poured each of them another glass of champagne. Stephanie looked over at Chris, unable to keep a smile off her face.
“Were all your meetings today really just about all this?” Stephanie asked, gesturing to the tent around them.
“Yes,” Chris laughed. “Well… all but one. And that’s something I need to discuss with you.”
Stephanie’s ears perked up immediately.
“I got called into the White House today,” Chris explained softly, excitement dancing in his eyes. “Just for a committee meeting is what they told me. But they lied.”
Stephanie frowned and tilted her head in confusion.
“I was sat down in an office,” he said slowly. “And I was told that I was the unanimous nominee of the party for the presidential race.”
Stephanie blinked, and her jaw dropped.
“This coming election?” she pressed, barely believing what she was hearing.
“This coming election,” Chris confirmed, a smile stretching across his face.
“What- that’s- Oh my God!” Stephanie blurted out, unable to contain her excitement. “That’s incredible! I’m so happy for you! This is what you’ve always wanted!”
Chris nodded and let out a laugh.
“I think I have the best shot of anyone out there,” he said. “People already know me and love me; I’ve been the natural pick for a long time.”
“Of course, you have!” Stephanie laughed, her joy unable to contain. “You’re going to be the next President!”
Chris held up his hand and laughed.
“Well, we’ve still got a long road ahead,” he said. “Full of campaigning and debating and all manner of obstacles… which is why I need you at my side the whole way…”
Stephanie didn’t even think twice about it.
Chapter Thirty-Two
“Of course,” she said, laughing lightly. “I know it will be hard work, but I know that I can get all the job done and whatever else you need on top of it. I know that we won’t be able to show off our personal life and that we may have to put it on hold for a while. But I promise to do whatever it takes to help get you in office, no matter what the cost.”
“Stephanie,” Chris said softly, looking over at her. “I don’t want you on this journey as my personal assistant.”
Stephanie felt her heart drop, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of crushing disappointment.
“I don’t understand…” she admitted, feeling a little hurt.
Chris suddenly stood from his chair and moved to stand beside hers. Then, he dropped down on one knee and looked her in the eye.
“I don’t want you on this journey as my personal assistant,” he said solemnly. “I want you on this journey as my wife.”
Stephanie felt her heart stop.
“I want you there beside me every step of the way, and I want to come home to you every night after long days on the campaign trail,” he said. “I know it will be hard, and it will try us, but I know that if anyone can make it through, it’s you. And when that’s over, I want you at my side, living with me in the White House as my First Lady.”
Stephanie watched in shock as Chris reached into his pocket and withdrew a black velvet box. He opened it to reveal a stunning champagne diamond in a white gold setting, surrounded by white diamonds.
“Stephanie Elaine Roberson,” Chris spoke, somewhat shakily. “Will you marry me?”
Stephanie felt tears flood her eyes, and she let out a sob as she nodded.
“Yes, yes, yes,” She repeated breathlessly.
Chris beamed up at her and easily slid the ring onto her finger, then stood and gathered her up in his arms.
“I love you,” he said fervently as he crushed her to his body. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Stephanie could barely speak; she was so overwhelmed. She knew her makeup must be streaming down her face with her tears, but she didn’t care. She felt Chris take hold of her face and hold her still as he pressed a hungry, fervent kiss to her lips, and it was all she could do to respond.
Suddenly, Chris scooped her up into his arms, and he took sev
eral long strides across the tent. She felt him gently set her down on the large, soft leather ottoman, and then he pressed her down so that she was looking up at him as he hovered over her. She could see the lust and absolute adoration in his eyes, and it made her shiver with excitement.
“Have I told you how ravishing you look tonight?” he asked roughly, trailing his hand down her side and over her hip, then down her thigh until he reached the hem of her dress.
Stephanie couldn’t answer, as her breathing hitched as soon as he began to gently bunch up the bottom of her dress. She could feel her heart pounding and her core already tightening and aching in anticipation. She watched his expression eagerly, ready to see his reaction to her lack of underwear.
As soon as her naked need was exposed to him, she saw his jaw drop.
“Stephanie…” he breathed out, and Stephanie bit her lip as his warm breath brushed over her wet sex.
Chris looked up at her with raw hunger, and Stephanie felt a sudden surge of wetness. Suddenly, Chris gripped her hips between his hands and flipped her over on the ottoman, and Stephanie released a soft squeal.
She felt Chris behind her, his hands on the globes of her ass. She moaned softly as he began to massage them, and she whimpered as she felt his face nuzzling her, and then his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She felt her nipples growing hard and pressing into the leather beneath her through her dress. It was all she could do to hold on to the edge of the ottoman and bit her lip as sensations rolled throughout her body, increasing her arousal.
She heard Chris’s ragged breathing and felt it brush against her exposed backside. It was driving her crazy not being able to see him and she tried to turn back over to look at him, but he held her still.
“Be still,” he murmured softly, and Stephanie felt a rush of deep arousal at the soft command. She took a shaky breath and only nodded, determined to obey him.
Stephanie felt Chris gently park her thighs, and she began to shiver uncontrollably as she was fully put on display to him. She felt him blow a soft stream of air along her sex, and she moaned, gently pumping her hips into the leather beneath her.
A hard swat landed on her backside, followed quickly by another, and she shrieked more from shock than pain as a hand pressed into her lower back, keeping her hips from making any movement.
“I told you to be still,” Chris said calmly. Stephanie made to nod in response, but it came out as a strangled cry as she felt a pair of fingers slid into her soaking slit and began curling within her, quickly ratcheting up her arousal.
Her entire body tensed and she panted, her body jerking involuntarily as he worked her sex with his fingers. She couldn’t help the guttural moans and incomprehensible pleas that escaped her throat as he finger-fucked her, driving her to the edge of sanity.
“Oh, you’re so hot…” Stephanie heard Chris pant from behind her, and suddenly all Stephanie wanted was to feel him buried deep inside her.
“Ch- Chris…” Stephanie stammered, and then moaned, as he wouldn’t even relent long enough for her to think straight. “I need… need you in- inside...”
“I am inside,” Chris growled at her, and he illustrated his point by driving his fingers into her harder still, causing her to cry out with the intense pleasure. Her head swam, as he brushed against her g-spot with every pump, and she felt her orgasm approaching hard and fast.
For once, though, she did not want to come. She wanted to come with Chris’s thickness buried deep inside of her, and she wanted to feel her inner muscles clamp down on his hot, hard shaft and milk him to completion. None of which would happen if Chris kept going at his current rate. She could already feel her inner walls quivering and inner thighs tingling with the approach of her climax.
“I- I don’t want to come…” Stephanie panted frantically, shaking her head and trying to squirm away from his touch. “Please stop, you- you’ll make me come!”
In an instant, Chris withdrew his fingers from her, and Stephanie released a sob at her denied orgasm, even as a sense of relief flooded over her.
“Shh, shh, you’re okay,” Chris soothed her gently, running his hand up and down her exposed back. Stephanie’s sex still throbbed painfully, but she relaxed under his touch.
“Is this what you need?” he soothed, and Stephanie gasped and moaned, wriggling frantically as she felt the tip of his cock running along the cleft of her ass.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Stephanie answered in a rush, trying in vain to press back and take him inside of her, but he tightly held her hips and merely chuckled.
She whimpered desperately, her entire body shaking as she felt him line up his tip with her entrance, and she sobbed and begged as he teasingly pressed just the tip in and out, driving her insane. Stephanie gasped and pleaded, and when he finally pressed completely into her with a long, swift, thrust, she went mute, her mouth open in a silent scream.
He set up a moderate rhythm with hard thrusts, and Stephanie let out a stream of seemingly endless thanks as he picked up his pace. Stephanie felt her orgasm impending once again, knowing that this time there was nothing to stop it.
She didn’t even have time to announce it before her walls slammed down over Chris’s shaft, and she screamed with the force of her already once denied orgasm. Her body jerked under him as he continued to pound into her until he, too, came with a loud growl.
Stephanie worked hard to catch her breath as she felt the warmth of Chris’s body just barely pressing into her from behind. She felt him run his hand through her hair, and she leaned her face to the side, allowing him to kiss her on the lips.
“I love you,” he whispered softly, and Stephanie winced as he withdrew his cock from inside her. She felt him wiping up the mess between her legs with what she assumed was a handkerchief.
“I love you, too,” she whispered, feeling boneless and unable to move.
Fortunately, she didn’t have to. Chris picked her up, and laid her gently on the couch, then settled himself onto it as well, keeping her from falling off.
Stephanie looked up into his face and smiled sleepily. As she dozed off, warm in his arms, all manner of thoughts filled her head, and she couldn’t help but be slightly amused by her new situation.
She had never even dreamed that she would ever meet, much less become engaged to the next President of the United States.
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 2
Chapter One
This is my life, and it’s a good one. It’s a simple life. Well, simple for a business man, I suppose. My name is James Mont, and I consider myself to be an exceptional human being. I don’t necessarily mean that I am a crazy nice guy or anything like that; I just mean I’m exceptional. You can call it vanity if you want, but I know it’s true. Although I believe there is a fine line between vanity and just having greatness.
You can call it narcissism if you really want to, but for me, I just know I’m that man women want and that man that other men want to be. This is true for a number of reasons. One, I am a multi-billionaire who really does not do much to maintain that status. My business was inherited, and in the past year alone I have tripled our annual income. I live extravagantly, and sometimes I live lazily because I can. I own a dietary supplement line, and they sell like hot cakes; we cater to both men and women athletes. Second reason, I am fit. As the CEO of a large corporation that promotes healthy living, I have to stay fit. Honestly, I do more work out in gyms than I do working in the office, but it's okay because I love working out. I am fine looking, and I know it. Rich, fit, confident –who wouldn’t want to be me? And throw all those things together and you get the third reason why I am one to be envied: women love me. Even this bitch: Éclair Beauchene, and yes, that’s French.
Éclair is my business rival, owning the second largest dietary supplement line in the nation right behind me. While she’s definitely got me beat on a world-wide scale, I have the numbers within the states where my fellow American’s eat up stupid stuff like steroids and vitamins. My
business, I like to remind her, has much greater successes. Despite being my rival, Éclair is my favorite little Fuck Buddy, and she is more than happy to be so despite our differences in the business world. Looking back, I’m not really sure how that happened. There was always a sexual tension between us whenever we would try to strike a deal: we were always buying up each other’s old factories or trying to trade and buy ingredients to various products, and we had always wound up in heated discussions that often involved shouting matches. One evening in her office we really had gotten into it, and then all of a sudden we weren’t yelling anymore and had started making out.
There is no denying that Éclair and I have an unusual relationship. It’s just for the sex, and we are both pleased to keep it that way. We’re both athletes and CEO’s –an unusual combination, but it works for both of us. Our relationship, apart from the physical aspect, is one of intellect –quite different from most of the women I run with. Right now we are in my flat in LA, the bedroom, of course, because where else would we be?
It had been Éclair’s idea to put a mirror on my ceiling; she had been joking, of course, but it is turning out to be one of the best things I’ve done for myself in a considerable amount of time. We’re on top of the blankets, and I’m lying on my back as she straddles me. I’m not sure whether to look at her breasts or stare up at the mirror on the ceiling at her backside. I find my eyes jumping back and forth between the two. She is the kind of woman who likes to be in control, but every once in a while she surprises me. “Veux-tu esayer l’amour en levrette?” she asks in the middle of a pant, and I have no idea what she is saying. She knows I love the French thing.
“Oui,” I say, and she hurries off of me and proceeds to prop herself up on her hands and knees. “Oh! Oui!” I say and get on my knees behind her and press myself into her vagina.
