by Desiree Holt
“No bra?” he asked and breathed heavily when she shook her head. “Who did you dress for tonight?”
“You,” she murmured, acknowledging a truth she hadn’t dared admit even to herself before now. Then, she sank her hands into his thick satin hair.
He groaned and pinched her nipple.
She grunted as he fingered her areola to a hard diamond. “God, Dan, if you don’t stop, I’m definitely going to need you again before we get out of the elevator!”
As if on cue, the elevator door whooshed open. Dan moved slightly away from her, but held her with two strong hands to her upper arms. His gaze sought hers while one waiter cleared his throat and wheeled in a rattling room service cart.
Maddie bit her lip to hold back a smile and looked down at the steel rod poking her mound. Dan’s bulging trousers stood between them like a monument to a glorious but far-off future. Sighing, she reached out to cup him, but he grabbed her hand and held her to him. They stopped, it seemed, at every floor in the damn hotel where every waiter, maid or bellboy in the place had some mission or other. By the time they hit the parking level, Dan was biting his inner cheek in frustration and Maddie was choking on gales of laughter.
Pained, Dan faced her. “Where’s your car? Mine’s home. I took the Metro to work this morning. Shall I drive?”
She lifted a brow and glanced at the projection in his trousers. “Can you?”
He narrowed his gaze at her. “Let’s find your car and see what you can do to cure my condition.”
She burst out laughing. “I’m over here.” She nodded toward her Mercedes convertible and dug in her purse for her keys.
He hit the remote, opened her door for her and closed her in. As he walked around to the driver’s side, she rubbed her wet pussy through her dress and knew she’d get no satisfaction from the slick slide of silk on her leather seats.
Dan folded his long frame into the little car, slammed the door and reached across the seat to cup her head. “Before I pull out of here, I need a long hard kiss to keep me fueled.”
She slanted her head and met his lips with her own. His mouth was sculpted, hard and hot. His tongue long and demanding, toying with hers and outlining the insides of her cheek, her teeth, her essence. He knew all of her before he pulled back, leaving her groaning and wishing they’d taken a room and been done with this torture. “Get out of here fast, will you, please?” she begged him.
He turned the ignition, began to reverse. “Where to?”
“O Street. Go over Pennsylvania and up Wisconsin three blocks. Then turn right.”
The trip that normally took her fifteen minutes at eight in the morning and eight at night, on this night seemed to take hours.
As Dan pulled up to the front of her red-brick federal townhouse, she reached over to hit her garage door opener and he swung the little blue car into her tiny little carriage house. She didn’t wait for him to open her door, but jumped out to meet him at his side of the car. Then she grasped his hand and led him through the side door and up the stairs into her kitchen. Dropping her purse on the center island and kicking off her shoes, she suddenly stood still and realized just what she was doing.
And she was scared.
She swallowed, felt herself licking her lips and then noticed that Dan stood with his back against her kitchen door, his arms crossed, surveying her in the dim refracted light of the street lamps.
“Talk to me, Maddie.” His harsh gravel voice was uncharacteristically sweet, but very rational. “What worries you?”
“I don’t do things like this.” She knew she repeated herself but she had to emphasize it especially when she now knew she planned to spend all night with him in her bed. Him deep inside her, deeper than he had been. Going deeper still, far up into her heart. And that last was her greatest fear. Her unique adventure.
He waited, a mellow smile broadening his handsome lips.
“I don’t invite men here to make love to me,” she told him with a serenity that came with knowing she was about to strip naked and enjoy this man as she had no other. “I don’t invite staff to make love to me.”
He stood, a statue, listening, watching, waiting to give her all the time she needed to reveal her trepidations. “And?”
“I don’t make love with men who have reputations to make.”
“Like me?”
She nodded as he wrestled for a fleeting moment with an expression of insult that had crossed his face. But then she said, “I don’t make love mindlessly.”
His mouth softened as he whispered, “Like you did with me?”
Once more, she nodded, and boldly stated, “I don’t make love often.”
He smiled, a sweet parting of his manly mouth, a tender caress of his gaze over her body. “Like you will with me?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Oh, yes.”
“Well, then,” he came away from the wall, taking small sure steps toward her as he spoke. “You need to hear that I don’t make love to my bosses.”
She snorted, pleased, thrilled that he realized what she needed here was some reciprocity to put them on sound footing. “Your résumé says you’ve had only four bosses.”
He nodded. “The first two were men.” He winked. “Not my style.”
She grinned now.
He took another step toward her. “The next two were women. Not my type.”
She beamed at him.
Another step had him taking her hands in his. “I don’t make love to women I don’t care about.”
She inhaled sharply.
He raised her hands to kiss each of her fingertips in turn. “I’ve outgrown the one-night stands, Maddie. The quick lays that leave you feeling like a cave man.” He pressed both her palms to his cheeks and his torso to hers. “I want a relationship that means something bigger. With one woman. With brains.” He smoothed her hair. “And beauty.” He kissed her eyelids. “And a body.” He cupped her ass and pushed her groin to his. “And a passion for me.”
She wound her arms around his massive shoulders and pressed her breasts against his solid chest. “I think you’ve got her.”
He threw his head back and laughed, then caught her under her legs to swing her up into his arms. “Where then, my dear woman, is your bedroom?”
She pointed the way up her stairs into the back of her house and her huge master bedroom. He carried her up and there, next to the king bed awash in linens of ivory and cream, Dan paused and set her to her feet. His hands fell over her from her throat to her shoulders, her arms and her fingertips. Those he raised to his shirt collar. “Undress me.”
She trembled. Her lips quivered. But she began to undo his buttons, loosen his tie, peel back his suit coat and drop everything to the floor. When she came to his belt, and his waistband button, she gazed into his eyes, now clouded with desire, and stopped. He stared at her. “Do it.”
She spun away from him. New spunk rising in her veins, she shrugged one shoulder to let her spaghetti strap fall below her elbow, then did the same with the other. Reaching around to her zipper, she pulled it open with a brisk tug that had her dress sliding over her breasts and her hips and pooling at the floor.
He inhaled sharply.
Naked, she glided toward him. Her breasts, full and pouting, reached toward him. Her pussy, claimed once by him tonight, she knew by the feel, was also full and pouting to have him back. She fingered her nipples for him, then plunged fingers of both hands into her full nest of curls. Who is this wanton woman, Maddie? The one who wants this man, the answer came.
She took the two steps toward his warm and reaching hands. He caught her to him, squeezing the breath from her as he took her lips, her throat, her areola in his hungry mouth and bit her, sucked her and sank to his knees. There, he held her with both hands to her thighs as he nuzzled his face to her mound.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he growled at her.
On shaking limbs, she shifted and he parted her labia, then dove into her with a succulent madness
that had him tickling and nibbling her clit with a talented tongue. She could barely stand, hardly breathe. She moaned and braced herself on his shoulders. At once, he cursed and stood, then forced her to the wall.
“Hold open your pussy for me,” he demanded and sank again to his knees.
She grasped her slick labia in two willing fingers and pulled herself wide to the cool air for him, and there he kissed her and titillated her. There he feasted like a man who had not eaten all his life.
But oh, god, he knew how to. He knew to circle her clitoris with deft, hard fingers. He knew to hum against her swollen bud and use the tip of his tongue to make her moan and melt. He knew to insert one thick finger in her cunt and swirl and twirl it up inside her giving walls. He knew to tug at her pussy hair, pull it from his path and lick her lips from clit to bottom. And then he’d start all over again.
“Lie down.” He pulled at her waist and laid her to the carpet. “You cream for me like you haven’t for any other man. Say it.”
“I do,” she whimpered, and of their own volition her fingers found their way to her clit. “You make me wetter than any man I’ve ever had.”
He gnashed his teeth in satisfaction as he leaned back on his haunches and splayed his fingers into her damp bush. “This hair,” he tugged at her lips, “is mine.”
She moaned.
“These lips,” he crooned and rubbed them fast and sure, “are mine.”
She cried in agreement.
“This,” he rolled her clit between two fingers, “is only mine.”
“All of me,” she shifted her hips up as if to make an offering to him, “is yours.” Then, she reached for his zipper. “Let me have you, Dan.”
She began to work his zipper down, rough going over the huge bulge of his penis. But when she got halfway, she realized that what sprang out to greet her had been the massive piece that had claimed her in the stairwell.
“Oh, my god,” she whispered, reverent at the sight of his shaft. “Did I take all of that?”
He discarded his trousers and came back to swing a leg over her. Faced as she was with his beautiful, long red cock, she salivated and reached out to touch his exquisite bulbous tip, now drooling for her with two big drops of pre-cum.
He grunted, his hand covering hers. “Careful, baby. Go easy with him or he comes inside you faster than you know.”
She giggled as she continued to caress his length. “Sorry, Dan, but I think I’ve already had a sample of how quickly this bad boy can breach my resistance.”
Dan bent over her and took her chin between thumb and forefinger. “Listen to me, baby. There is no more resistance between me and you. Got that?” He palmed himself up and she marveled at his girth.
“I do,” she whispered. “No resistance. Anymore.” Wild to taste him, she beckoned him with two fingers so that she took him in her mouth and tongued his length, sucked the head, delighting in the heat, the steel, the glory of his cock. “Dan,” she crooned as she lay back and stroked him, “I’ve needed you for weeks. Now please fuck me.”
Swiftly, he reached for his trousers, pulled out a condom and rolled it down his impressive length. A wicked smile on his mouth, he slid down, splayed her legs wide, pulled her thighs up atop his and without a moment’s pause, rammed himself home. The shock, the size, the sizzling heat of him had Maddie opening her mouth to speak soundless words of praise.
“Oh, Maddie, baby,” he whispered to her as his hips began to pump her hard and good, “this is what heaven feels like.”
And then in countless plunging claims, he primed her, pumped her and possessed her as his own. Driving her hard, he’d pause and take her sweetly, his hips barely moving, her cunt inching closer and closer to feel every iota of his thrusts. Circling her tiny bundle of nerves with his thumb, he rolled one of her engorged nipples with his other talented fingers. Pushing her to a new height of madness, he’d grip her ass, haul her closer to him and promise her mindless things. And when he pressed one finger up into her ass, she screamed and came with a pulsing delight she’d never known with any other man. In a moment, he followed her over the precipice, grinding out her name and calling her, “Mine.”
Minutes later, he rose and led her to her bed. There, he lay down and took her in his arms.
“You won’t go,” she half ordered, half pleaded.
“No, honey. I’m here for as long as you want me.”
She rubbed her nose into his massive chest and kissed him there. “That may be a long time.”
“I’ve got all the time in the world for you, Maddie.” He lifted her chin. “You’re stuck with me, babe.”
She grinned and rolled her eyes. “We’ve got vacation next week.”
He ogled her breasts. “That means we could stay in bed 24/7.”
She relaxed back into the pillows, a woman well-loved, well-primed for more. “You have a big appetite.”
“For you, Maddie.” He kissed her lips in a swift movement of ownership. “Only for you, honey.” And he took her again in the shower and once more in her bed before the dawn, when he wrapped himself around her and told her this was new for him, real for him. His kisses, lush and impetuous, were benedictions to his claim. His body, hot and solicitous to her needs, was a blessed assurance that in the morning, he would be there. Always be there.
And for a woman who had never believed a thing a man said about sticking around, caring forever, she knew with this man, this time, she was gullible. But she loved his words. Craved his devotion.
And at six, when she rolled over to reach for him, she expected him to be there.
But, of course, like her father who had repeatedly and abruptly left home to risk his life in foreign war zones, like all her mother’s wily lovers who had left that woman with dead hopes and a ruined reputation, Daniel Foreman was gone.
And no part of Maddie could believe that he had lied to her when he promised never to leave her.
Chapter Three
Madison rolled onto her back, closed her eyes, ran her fingers through her disheveled hair and opened her eyes one more time. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe she’d woken up in someone else’s dream and mistaken the emptiness on the other side of her bed. After all, her body felt more than pleasantly used, her pussy well plundered, her nipples still tingling. And her lips still had that bruised feeling left by the pressure of a man’s full, rigid cock.
She hadn’t imagined the hedonistic satisfaction, the unbelievable variety of erotic acts she and gorgeous Dan had indulged in. So where the fuck had he gone to, this man who had turned her night upside down? Who she’d finally taken into her bed against all her protective instincts? Who said he wasn’t planning on leaving her.
Washington was such a cutthroat town, anything was possible, but she refused to believe Daniel was playing her. Something didn’t sit right here.
Swallowing a sigh, she forced herself upright, swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself to her feet. A shower. That’s what she needed. To clear her head and rinse the lingering odor of sex from her body so she could think. That was what Maddie did best. Think. But not when her hormones were still trying to achieve equilibrium.
As she stood under the hot spray, letting it pound down on her, she couldn’t help but recall the lines of Daniel’s well-sculpted body, the size of his very effective cock, the hard points of his nipples and the feel of his fingers in her ass. As her soap-slicked hands glided over her body, fingers rubbing the still swollen lips of her cunt, she felt a new trickle of desire seeping from her.
No!
Daydreaming not allowed. She had business to attend to and she couldn’t afford to be distracted.
Once out of the shower she dried herself, applied minimal makeup and yanked on a tailored pair of slacks and blouse, something that with a blazer would take her anywhere. Her still-damp hair she pulled back and fastened with a clip, then she dug her BlackBerry out of her purse and began scrolling through every number she had for Dan. And lordy, there seemed to be a
lot of them. Well, of course there would be for someone who held a golden spot on the staff of Speaker of the House, Paul Trask.
She attacked them methodically, one by one. The Capitol main office where they both worked. His secretary. His private number. His cell number. His pager. And one she couldn’t even identify. When had she collected all these numbers from him?
No matter. Each one disappointed her, defaulting to voice mail. Even the office number. Pressing the button on her brand new Keurig coffee machine, she waited fifteen seconds for her hazelnut roast to steam into the cup, took a swallow of the too-hot liquid, and began again. One number at a time. This time with the last mystery number first.
But instead of going to voice mail, that one now had a message declaring it was a non-working number. The others still just reverted to voice mail.
Including Dan’s number at Paul Trask’s office.
Damn! What the hell was going on?
Maddie hung up and hit her speed dial for the Speaker’s Capitol office and got Laura, the receptionist.
“No, Maddie. I’m sorry, I haven’t seen Dan at all yet. Can I help you with something?”
“No, thanks anyway.” Maddie tapped a fingernail against her teeth. “Do me a favor and call up his calendar on your computer and see if he has any meetings scheduled.”
“Hold on, I’ll check.”
Maddie waited impatiently, acknowledging that with the early summer recess, Dan most likely had no appointments. She sipped the steaming brew in her cup until she heard Laura’s voice again.
“Nothing, Maddie. Wherever he is, he didn’t mark it down.” She paused. “Is something wrong?”
I hope not.
“No. That’s okay.”
“Shall I tell him you called for him?”
“No.” Best not to look like the desperate one-night stand. “I’ll keep trying his cell.”
Which still went directly to voice mail.
