His Fall From Power

by Fawkes, Tasha

  I was always wet for him. Desperate for him, I tugged mindlessly at his shirt. Buttons popped off, but I didn’t care. I just wanted my hands on his skin while his fingers fucked me hard and fast. Smooth and warm beneath my touch, his body shuddered as I raced my hands down his abdomen and made quick work of his belt.

  “Touch me,” he begged. “I spent the past two nights wishing that you were next to me. Under me. Over me.”

  Unzipping his pants, I freed his cock and matched my strokes with his fingers. When the first orgasm hit me, I squeezed and moaned as I pressed my lips against his neck.

  Then the floor was gone. Sweeping me off my feet, he carried me to the nearest surface and sat me squarely on the kitchen table. Still shuddering, I melted onto the hardwood as he shoved my dress up to my hips and pressed his lips to my wet pussy. Still sensitive from my orgasm, I cried out and jerked against his mouth, but urgency drove us, and he used that clever tongue to drive me higher and higher.

  “Jack,” I moaned. “Please. I want to feel you inside me. Now. Now. Now!”

  There was no shame in my begging. He pulled me roughly to the edge of the table and loomed over me. “I love you,” he murmured as he thrust hard, driving me backward a couple inches.

  It was the words. It was the way his cock stretched and filled me. It was the pleasure that pulsed inside of me. All of the anguish and pain faded away, and in that moment, there was just this and him.

  With carefully controlled movements, he moved hard but slow and pulled me up into a sitting position. Unzipping the back of my dress, he pulled the fabric from my shoulders and freed my arms. “Touch yourself,” he whispered against my lips.

  Under the fire in his gaze, I stroked my hands over my breasts and pulled at my nipples. I felt so erotic under that look. No one had ever made me feel so sexually free before, and I reveled in it.

  Each thrust felt a little deeper as it swept over that sweet spot inside of me. Wrapping my legs around him, I clutched at his back as he drove harder and faster. I couldn’t hold on any longer. “Jack. Jack.”

  His eyes grew a little crazed as I bowed my back and screamed as I fell apart around him. Hoarsely, he chanted my name as he fucked me through the powerful orgasm until he pushed me back on the table and pressed his mouth to my breasts. His own cries were muffled as he surged inside of me and shuddered for what felt like forever.

  Finally, I took a deep breath and tried to move. His full weight was against me, but I loved every second of it. “We’re going to have to sanitize this table with bleach,” I murmured.

  With a strangled laugh, he propped himself up and stared down at me. “Can you forgive me?”

  My heart ached for him. Propping myself up on my elbows, I kissed him. “None of this is your fault,” I said fiercely. “There’s nothing to forgive. We’re going to get through this, and we’re going to get through this together. I love you.”

  “Christ, Blythe, I don’t deserve you.” Straightening, he slid me off the table. My dress was still bunched around my waist, and my knees were unsteady, but I was in his arms, and I didn’t care.

  Then my stomach rumbled.

  “Damn.” Jack raised an eyebrow. “I thought Carl was kidding when he said that your stomach sounded like a lion.”

  “A lion!” I pushed at him. “Just what else has Carl been telling you?”

  He lifted his arms in surrender. “I think that I’ll feed you first before I admit to anything.” His gaze swept over me lustfully. “I wouldn’t want you to ruin that dress with marinara sauce. Maybe you should take it off.”

  Naked spaghetti? I was so in.

  Nine

  Jack

  The sun swept over her naked and sleeping form. I’d left the blinds open just so I could enjoy this moment. Nestled in my ivory sheets with her dark hair swept over my pillows, she looked like a goddess. Despite the circumstances surrounding me, I was happy knowing that she was here in my arms.

  Letting out a little snort, she shifted and flipped completely on her back. Amused, I sat up and drifted a finger down her throat and over the swell of her breast peeking out of the covers. Even sleeping, her body responded to me. Blythe wiggled, moaned, and opened her sleepy eyes.

  “Good morning,” I whispered as I spanned my fingers across her abdomen and leaned over to kiss her.

  Wrinkling her nose, she grunted a little and blinked at me. “It’s not fair,” she said finally.

  “What’s not fair.”

  “That you can look so amazing in the morning. You look perfect. It’s just rude.” Yawning, she tried to look at the clock, but I blocked her view. “What time is it?”

  “For you, earlier than you’d be comfortable with. For me, later than David would be comfortable with.”

  Clearing her throat, she freed her hand from under the sheets and swept a finger over my cheek. “Does that mean you have to go?”

  “No. I told him that I would get some work done from here this morning and then go in this afternoon. I’ve got some phone calls that I need to make. It will be easier to make them without people chanting for my resignation outside my office.”

  “I could run them over with my car,” she offered.

  “That’s sweet, but I won’t be happy with just conjugal visits.” I’d meant for the joke to be light, but I could see the light dim on her face. I knew she was picturing me in prison. “It’s not going to happen,” I assured her.

  “You don’t know that.”

  “I have a very good lawyer. There’s no hard evidence against me. Right now, he’s prepared to take what they think they have against me, chew it up, and spit it back out. They’ve got my phone records. Unfortunately, they’re going to see all the dirty texts you sent me.”

  “I haven’t sent you any dirty texts.”

  “Oh.” I grinned. “That must be my other girlfriend.”

  Narrowing her eyes, she half-heartedly punched me. “I’ll show you other girlfriend.”

  That was the smile I wanted to see. “They’ve got all my financials. They’re going to see that I’m innocent.”

  “Are you telling me to stop worrying?” She pushed her hair out of her face and sat up. “Because that’s never going to happen.”

  The fact that this amazing woman loved me still bowled me over. I never wanted to let her go. “Then promise me that you won’t worry until there’s a reason to worry.”

  Blythe sighed and lifted her shoulders. “I’ll try. Have you seen the response to your press release this morning?”

  Although I was still naked and lounging in bed, I’d gotten a number of emails from David and Klaus as well as others. “Senator Carin, Sherry’s grandfather, has publicly come out in support of me. That’s swayed my party’s decision, and they’re supporting me now. Public opinion is still split, but that should change when nothing else happens in the next couple of days. Social media mentality can be harsh until facts come to light.”

  “And then?”

  “Some will pretend that they supported me all along. Some will be contrite in their apology. Some will ignore the situation entirely. I’m not going to lie. I’m in a hole, and it will take me a while to dig myself out, but it’s not a grave, Blythe. I’ll be okay.”

  “David is giving me techniques on how to handle the press, although Carl is fully prepared to take them all down. I think he’s starting to like me. Rachel wants to take charge of my wardrobe, so I’ll always look beautiful when they take my picture.”

  Annoyed, I grabbed her hand. “You always look beautiful, and I don’t want this to change things for you. You do this for the kids. You enjoy interacting with the kids. You can’t do that in a dress and heels, although I very much like the easy access.”

  “You’re incorrigible.” She snorted as she pulled her hand away. “Listen, there’s something I need to talk with you about. My parents have been worried about me. I promised to have dinner with them tomorrow night.”

  “Okay,” I said slowly.

  “
I’d like you to come with me.” She said it so fast that I almost missed it. When she flushed and lowered her gaze, I felt a flash of temper.

  “You thought I would say no?” I asked in a low voice.

  “I know that you have a lot going on and you might not have time to meet with my parents. Don’t get mad.”

  She looked so grumpy that I had to slide under the sheets next to her and kiss her on the top of her head. “I’m not mad, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I just want to make sure that you know I’m all in. I’m going to make time for you. I’ll bring flowers to the sports center when you have to work there late. I’ll arrange for you to have dinner with me in the office when I have to work late. I’ll shower in your ridiculously small bathroom and not complain. I’ll have dinner with your Republican parents.”

  “All in?”

  I thought about the ring that was being made for her as we spoke. “All in.”

  “In that case, I guess I’ll have to thank you.” She pressed her lips to my shoulder and shifted as she kissed all the way down my body. When she finally slipped her heavenly mouth over my hard cock, my worries fled.

  * * *

  I slipped into the office just a little after lunch and found the detectives waiting for me. Annoyed, I dropped my briefcase on the desk. “I suppose the press saw you enter the building.”

  Garcia grinned. “Worried, Drayson?”

  His partner shot him a dirty look. “We spoke to the reporters on the way in and assured them that we just had a few questions for you involving Sherry’s background. As of right now, you’ve dropped down on our suspect list.”

  “I take it that means you’re done combing through my life?”

  “For now.” Winkler sighed. “Look, we know this is a mess, but you have the strongest motive and the weakest alibi, so we can’t discount you just yet.”

  “Fine. Ask your questions. I’m a busy man, detectives.” I sat down at my desk and saw a figure hovering in the doorway. I waved David in. “Gentlemen, I’m sure you’re familiar with my chief-of-staff.”

  The detectives shook his hand. “Yes. We’ve already spoken to him.”

  Of course they had. “Is it important?” I asked David. “Apparently, I need to answer some questions.”

  “We won’t take long.” Garcia flashed a smile. “He can stay.”

  No doubt they wanted to see his reactions as well as mine. “Let’s get this over with.”

  They spread some pictures out in front of me. They were all of jewelry. “We found these pieces locked away in a safety deposit box. We’re still getting them appraised, but right now, we’re looking at hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of jewels. Did you give Miss Carin any of these?”

  Flipping through the pictures, I thought back. “These. I gave her the bracelet, necklace, and earrings.”

  “And the diamond ring?” Winkler asked as he pointed. “They look like a matching set.”

  “They’re diamonds,” I pointed out dryly. “Of course they match. No. I never gave Sherry a diamond ring. The pieces were formal gifts. I gave them to her at Christmas and her birthday. I didn’t spend a ton of money on them.”

  “But you thought she deserved them, even though you weren’t in a real relationship?”

  I didn’t like what Winkler was insinuating. “It wasn’t a form of payment. Sherry and I weren’t in love, but we were lovers. At the time, I would have even considered us as friends. I gave her gifts at the appropriate time. She gave me a couple of things in return.”

  Garcia grunted. “Do you recognize any of the other pieces? Did she have them when you were together?”

  I tried to think back. The truth was that my relationship with her was so blasé that it was hard for me to remember the details. “She had some pearls that belonged to her grandmother.” I pulled the pictures closer. “And she had a set of rubies. I remember because the media went crazy when she wore them for some function. I only remember seeing them that once. When I asked, she said they were an heirloom.” I sifted through the pictures again. “I don’t see them here.”

  Winkler and Garcia exchanged looks.

  “What?” I demanded.

  “It appears that Ms. Carin had safety deposit boxes all over the state. We’ve only uncovered three so far.”

  Jesus, what the hell was Sherry doing? “I don’t know what to tell you. I didn’t know that she had any when we were together.”

  “She was living in your building at the time, right? Did she have a safe in her penthouse?”

  I shook my head. “Honestly, we didn’t spend a lot of time there. I don’t know what to say. I don’t remember her having a safe.”

  “What about money?”

  I stared at Garcia. “What about money?”

  “Did you give her an allowance when you were together? Have a joint account? Buy her clothes?”

  “What? No.” Rubbing my temples, I looked from one detective to the next. “Look, I know you’ve seen my trust fund. I also know you’ve seen exactly what I’ve taken out of it. My father is disgustingly wealthy. I’m well off. I live within my salary and what I earn in investments. I’m generous with my donations. I like expensive cars and clothes. I dine at expensive restaurants. What I don’t do is fund the lifestyles of my girlfriends. I paid for meals when we went out. I paid for tickets and travel plans. What I didn’t do was give her money. She paid for her own things.”

  David cleared his throat. “She had access to money when she and Jack were together. She didn’t need his.”

  “According to her grandfather, Sherry emptied out her trust fund while she was with Jack. That’s when the cash transactions started appearing in her account. If they didn’t come from her boyfriend, then where did they come from?”

  I knew what they wanted to hear. It annoyed me to think that I had to come out and say it. “Look, Sherry and I were supposed to be exclusive. At least, appear exclusive publicly. Did she sleep around? I suspect that she did. I wasn’t jealous. In fact, at that point, I could have used it to get out of the relationship without looking like a cad. The city had fallen in love with Sherry. I was already afraid that our break-up would be difficult.”

  “But that’s not what happened,” Garcia pointed out.

  “No. I told the press that we’d fallen out of love. That was mostly true. Our spark had fizzled. There were rumors. I dispelled them. Since Sherry wasn’t trying to sling mud at me, the whole thing died down. I thought she moved. Obviously, I was wrong. Could she have stuck around for someone else? Yes. Could she have been with them while we were together? Yes. Maybe they gave her the money.”

  “Is that what you plan to do with Ms. Hemsey?” Garcia asked, his voice turning cold. “Pretend to be in love with her until she’s no longer useful.”

  After admitting that Sherry and I used each other, I probably deserved that, but I wasn’t going to let him say shit like that about Blythe. I immediately rose out of my seat, but David quickly put a hand on my shoulder. “I didn’t use Sherry to further my career. I liked sleeping with her. I wanted the public to view that in rose-colored lenses. My relationship with Blythe could not be more different, and I won’t let you hurt her. That better be the last time anything like that leaves your lips, do you understand me?”

  The detectives stood and said their goodbyes without another word.

  I was still breathing hard when the door clicked closed behind them.

  “It won’t look good if you punch them,” David said tersely.

  “No, but it would have made me feel better,” I replied.

  “Yeah. Me too.”

  Ten

  Blythe

  “Repeat after me,” David said with an impish grin. “My relationship with the congressman is not something that I am prepared to discuss at this time. Please respect our wish for privacy.”

  Staring at his handsome face on my computer screen, I sighed. Behind the video, Rachel pretended to swoon, and Carl was trying not to laugh.


  My office was not big enough for all of this.

  “My relationship with the congressman is not something that I am prepared to discuss at this time. Please respect our wish for privacy. Since you’ve already tried to screw with my life, I’d think you’d be a little nicer to me,” I added dryly.

  David groaned, and Carl quit fighting the urge. While I hadn’t seen any press when I left the penthouse this morning, someone was taking pictures, and they gleefully posted one of me entering and exiting the building. Although they’d barely gotten a glimpse of me through the car window, there was much speculation that I was wearing the same top.

  I’d spent the night with my boyfriend. Whoop-de-freaking-doo. What was wrong with people?

  “Great. Now try it again without ad-libbing or spitting fire at the end.” David looked up momentarily, and I heard Jack’s voice in the background. “No. I’m not talking to Blythe. It’s some other woman I’m planning on running off with.”

  The computer whirled around, and Jack’s face filled the screen. “Blythe? Are you okay?”

  Rachel sighed with happiness, and I rolled my eyes. There were way too many ears for this conversation. “I’m fine. No one has accosted me. I didn’t even see the picture until David contacted me. It’s fine. I’m an adult. I’m not ashamed that we…that you…that I spent the night.”

  “Details!” Rachel shouted, making me jump. “We want details.”

  I turned red. “Obviously, I’m not alone.”

  Jack chuckled. “Neither am I. Look, don’t stress about it. Our relationship will come out sooner or later. Just ignore the press. I’ll work on getting some kind of official statement out.”

  Wonderful. There had to be an official statement about my relationship with Jack. I knew that was going to happen, but I didn’t relish the thought. It was more than a little mortifying. “Are we still on for tonight?” I asked softly.

  “Yes, ma’am. I’ll pick you up at seven.”