I, on the other hand, don't have that luxury. I hike down my dress back to its proper location, pop my boob back into its prison, and try my best to salvage my tortured hair. I hop off the marble counter, look at myself in the mirror, and decide that this will just have to do.
As I am about to walk out of the restroom, two older women walk in. So naturally, I let my curious spirit convince me to eavesdrop on their conversation. I keep my gaze on the mirror, trying to remain inconspicuous.
"That Marcia is one lucky woman, snagging that sexy hunk Aaron."
"Mhmm. If I was only thirty again." The two women cackle together before they continue their conversation.
"Besides, to hear the way he talks about her. That's true love right there."
I clench my fists tight, outraged by the old broad's last statement. What the fuck does he say about her? It must be great for them to think that he loves her! I look at my face in the mirror, not liking the jealous bitch staring back at me. This ends now.
I storm out of the bathroom with my mission in mind. I tunnel-vision my sights toward Aaron, pushing everyone who isn't him out of my way. I walk right up to him and decide that it is time to use a woman's second-best weapon…after sex, of course…in her artillery: the ultimatum. I lean up to his ear and whisper, "You have to decide, me, or her?"
Before Aaron could even think about his decision, let alone tell me his answer, he was swept up on stage by Mayor Douley.
"And here he is. The man of the hour who donated thirty-million dollars to the March of Dimes Foundation. Future Senator, Aaron Hunter."
The crowd erupts into thunderous applause as Aaron takes the podium, looking sexy and powerful as hell as he stands behind it.
"Thank you. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for such a glorious welcome. I want to say that this cause is close to my heart, but I'd be lying," the whole crowd gasps before he continues. "I wasn't born prematurely myself, and I have no siblings who had such a fate. I did not experience this myself. However, as a boy, my mother used to tell me stories about her brother, my uncle. I never met him, but through her stories, I felt like I knew him. She told me that he was born two months too early and fought for his life every day in an incubator for two months. I cannot fathom spending the first two months of life in an incubator. My mother told me the horror stories and showed me the pictures her mother took to commemorate the story. He survived those two months and was taken home. He lived for six more years before he died from the heart condition he was diagnosed with due to his prematurity. So, like I said, I want to say this cause is close to my heart, but how can it be if I never met my uncle? This cause is important to me because it is close to my mother's heart. And that is why I donated to this charity, in the hopes that no mother will ever have to go through what my grandmother went through. And no sibling will have to endure what my mother did six years later."
There was not a dry eye in the room, although the men probably wouldn't admit it. I wipe away tears of my own before I join in the applause. Aaron holds up his finger, begging for one more moment.
"Now, I know this isn't the place or time to talk politics. However, many of you are aware of the rumors swirling around Marcia’s and my relationship."
This is it. Decide wisely, Mr. Hunter.
"I would like to put all those rumors to rest. Marcia and I are getting married November twenty-ninth. I love her and she loves me. And the fact some low-life is spreading such horrible rumors is, quite frankly, appalling. I signed up for the spotlight; she did not. So, I would appreciate it if you keep your quarrels with me, and not with her. Thank you. Enjoy the rest of the gala."
The crowd erupts into cheers. I don't. He chose her.
I can see him walking toward me, so I turn the other direction, and start making my way toward the exit. Nothing he says can change the fact that I gave him an ultimatum, and he chose her. After what we just shared in the bathroom, he chose her. I clench my fists tighter the closer I get to the door. Just when I am about to walk out into the freeing night sky, the security guard from outside comes in, his gigantic muscular body blocking my path. I recognize him instantly; he is the same security guard who wouldn't let me in the hotel to watch Aaron's speech.
"Move!" Knowing that this wasn't going to accomplish anything, I shove my hands against his body with all my strength in a failed attempt to push him out of my way. He didn't even look down.
"No can do, Miss. I was instructed to not let you leave."
Fuck Aaron Hunter!
Chapter Thirteen
Nicole
The security guard grabs ahold of my wrist and escorts me into some vacant room just off the ballroom. Once I'm inside, the security guard steps out and closes the door. Since I didn't hear his heavy footsteps walking away, I can only assume he is standing outside the door, waiting for his master to slip away from the party.
The room is dark and dreary. For a place that has a ballroom so exquisite, I would expect all its rooms and corridors to be equally as beautiful and well decorated. But that's not the case. The dark wood floors are accented with one giant Persian rug that almost covers the entire canvas. On that rug is a sofa, a coffee table, two armchairs, and three potted plants. Because one was not enough, apparently.
I sit on the sofa and try to calm myself. The deafening silence allows me to reorganize my thoughts. Sherri might have been right; I am letting my feelings toward him jeopardize my true mission. This is all to get a promotion. A promotion that I deserve. The one I worked my ass off for. But, somehow, I lost sight of that.
I let his tongue and his dick cloud my vision. Aaron Hunter is exactly what I thought he was in the beginning: a master woman manipulator. I wish I could just walk away and let bygones be bygones, but the truth is, I still need tangible proof to destroy him. And that means lying to his face and pretending that everything is okay.
I was questioning my own morality earlier, wondering if I could be the kind of person who uses somebody to get to the top. And up until a few minutes ago, I would have said no. But that schmuck just made my decision a lot easier. Aaron Hunter is going down. Step three was a success: make him want you. Now I must focus all my attention on step four.
Step Four: find out the scoop.
Aaron walks in with an I'm-so-sorry pout on his smug face. He joins me on the couch and starts to explain his side of the story.
"I know you must be terribly angry with me. I know you don't want to hear this, but I can't choose you. Not without jeopardizing the whole campaign. I want you. I want to choose you. I want to be able to scream to the whole fucking world how much I care for you. But that's not practical. If I met you before the engagement, you could've been the one standing up there by my side. I would much rather it be you. But it didn't happen that way. And no amount of wishing is going to change that."
Worst apology ever! I reach out my hand and swing it toward his perfect face. SMACK! My hand throbs as it collides with his right cheek, the sheer force forcing his head to turn to the left. He turns his gaze back toward me.
"That was a shitty apology. Prove to me that you care for me as much as you say you do." He furrows his brow.
"How?"
"Fuck me. Right here, right now." A smile forms on his smug face.
"But, he can't be out there," I gesture toward the door before I continue. "I don't want him listening to us."
This plan is a huge stretch, but it's worth taking the risk. If the security guard leaves, there is a small chance of somebody catching us in the act. Thus, proving my story that his engagement is all a ploy for more votes.
Aaron nods and does a special knock on the door, alerting the security guard to leave. As I hear his thunderous footsteps colliding against the floor outside and echoing throughout the corridor, Aaron joins me back on the couch. Time to do everything in my power to be as loud as possible. As much as I hate him right now, I'm sure going to enjoy this. What can I say? He does sex right.
I lay back on the sofa, Aaron rests o
n top of me, his body weight pinning me in place as his arousal presses against my inner thigh. He brings his mouth to mine and nibbles on my bottom lip. His mouth moves from my lips to my ear, where he toys with my earlobe between his teeth. As he bites down on my earlobe hard, I shriek from the tingling sensation his bite leaves behind.
He trails kisses from my earlobe down my neck, each one setting my skin ablaze and turning my blood to fire. I squirm as he reaches his hands underneath me to unzip my dress. And, like the pro he is, he unzips me with ease, making sure to unhook my bra as he slides my dress down my body.
As my perky breasts bounce into place, he takes one in his mouth. The warmth of it alerts my body to the difference in temperature, causing shivers to run down my spine and goosebumps to pop up on my arms. He sucks on my breast. As the pleasurable sensation overtakes all other emotions, I howl loudly. Without missing a beat, he places his hand over my mouth to muffle me. Shit! That's new.
With his hand still over my mouth, he lets his mouth move to my other breast. His tongue runs over the groove of my nipple slowly. Back and forth. I can already feel my orgasm forming in the depths of my pussy. He's too damn good at this. He isn't even naked yet and I'm going to blow.
I grasp his hair and tug hard, causing my breast to pop out of his mouth. I lean upward, lashing at his mouth with my tongue. I thrust it into his mouth, allowing it to explore every nook and cranny. He grunts as I massage his tongue with mine.
Aaron unbuttons his shirt and slides it off his shoulders. I break the kiss and focus my attention on his abs, making sure to run my tongue over every bump of pure muscle. He exhales loudly as my tongue makes its way downward.
In a matter of seconds, he undoes his belt and pulls down his trousers, his boxers going with them. My heart raps against my chest harder as I once again lay eyes on his pulsating erection.
I grasp it in my hand and start to stroke it. I stroke it five times before he grabs my wrist to stop me.
"The attention should be on you," he grunts through gritted teeth.
He pushes me back on the sofa and flicks both my nipples, causing my upcoming orgasm to intensify. He slightly spreads open my legs with his hands. He positions himself on top of me before he finally surges inside of me.
On the first thrust, I melt into a puddle. My limbs fall motionless as I shatter around him. My breath catches in my throat as I try to holler from the insane pleasure.
He props himself up with one arm, changing his angle, allowing him to plow into me with more power, much deeper than before. I'm still undergoing the aftershocks of the last orgasm as the new one abruptly forms and erupts in a matter of seconds. I scream as he continues to ride wave after wave of my climaxes. Holy shit! This man is dangerous.
I'm panting to catch my breath as he grunts out a climax of his own. I can feel his aftershocks rippling inside of me. I look up at him, his hair matted down with sweat. A smile forms on my face. There is no rejoining society looking like that.
He collapses on top of me, nuzzling his face between my breasts. I'm sure he can hear my heart beating rapidly…four times the rate it should be. Why must he have this effect on me?
I glance at the watch on his wrist. For thirty minutes, he made me forget about the world. Nobody existed but him and me. And it was perfect.
But alas, as his perfectly naked body lays motionless on top of me, the fantasy world fades away, leaving only the cruelest of realities. He still chose her.
Aaron rushes me into the limousine in a hurry, making sure I am not seen. This is it. I am Aaron Hunter's secret girlfriend. I still can't believe it has come to this. And I'm not sure how I feel about it all of a sudden. But alas, that is an issue for later. Right now, I am in a limousine with Aaron, alone.
Instantly, my heart races at the thought of having sex with him again. But first, I have to remind myself that this is a mission. I plan to snoop around his house when he is sleeping tonight. He must have some incriminating evidence lying around that large penthouse apartment of his.
First things first, I need to make him think that everything is alright with us. I reach my hand over and start to unzip his suit slacks.
"What are you doing?"
"Just close your eyes, throw your head back, and relax." Eagerly, he obeys my command.
I finish unzipping his pants and unbutton the front of his boxers, allowing his straining erection to be freed from its prison. I grip his cock with my hand, enjoying the vibration as it pulsates in my grasp. I stroke him a few times before I bend my head down to fully satisfy him.
I open my mouth and place it on the tip of his dick. My tongue lashes at his shaft as my throat accommodates every glorious inch of him. He moans as I move my head back and forth. I moan back, allowing my moan to reverberate around his cock.
"Hot damn! That feels so good, darling."
Knowing that he is fully enjoying it, I quicken my pace. Each stroke of my tongue is faster and more aggressive than its predecessor. Aaron grunts as he guides my head off his erection and up toward his lips. When he sees the disappointment on my face, he decides to answer my unspoken question: Why did he force me to stop?
"When I come, I wanna be inside of you. I don't take pleasure without dishing some out first." He smiles at me. His voice sounds gravelly and scratchy. "I appreciate the thought, Parker."
What kind of a man doesn't accept a quickie? No man I've ever met wants to dish it out more than he wants to receive it. Aaron Hunter is something else entirely.
The limousine stops, and instead of placing his throbbing rod back into his pants, he decides to conceal it within me. He surges into my pussy gently, yet quickly. He scoops me up into his arms, making sure that my dress is covering our connection before he opens the door and carries me into the lobby of his apartment building.
Once we enter his private elevator, he unzips my dress, his cock still throbbing inside me. As the ding chimes and the doors open, Aaron manages to hike my dress over my head, leaving me naked and pressed up against the cold metal of the elevator. He throws my dress out of the elevator and onto the floor of his apartment, and we quickly follow it out the door.
We barely make it to the sectional in his living room before I am tugging at his clothes, silently begging him to take them all off. He takes the hint and obeys. He places me gently on the sofa and dislodges himself, leaving my insides feeling empty and cold.
I watch in amazement as his chiseled muscles come into view as he rips off his dress shirt, causing buttons to fly all over the floor. Oh, I'm sure his stylist is going to love that one. Ruining a one-hundred-and-fifty-dollar shirt out of lust and impatience.
The belt is next to come off, followed by his slacks, and finally, the main event…his boxers. I watch blissfully as his cock reawakens, hardening and springing into place. I lick my lips at the sight of it.
I let my hungry gaze glance over his wonderfully naked body for a good while. Oh, my, what a perfect male specimen he is indeed.
"Can you not tease me this time and just give it to me?" I bat my eyelashes, hoping that the pretty please is implied. He smirks with mischief gleaming in his eyes.
"Where's the fun in that?" I'll take that as a no.
He picks up his tie off the floor and walks over to me. His cock is dangling in front of my face, tempting me to wrap my tongue around its shaft. Aaron flashes me a don't-you-dare-do-it look, which suppresses the urge just enough to prevent me from taking it in my mouth. He lifts my hands above my head, pushes them together, and wraps the tie around my wrists, constraining them.
"Too tight?" I shake my head.
"No. It's fine." He winks at me.
"Good, now don't move them."
He walks over to the other side of the sectional and plops his naked body onto the vacant space, his stomach resting against the cool leather. He uses his hands to spread open my legs and nudges his face toward my heat. The warmth of his breath ignites my pleasure like an inferno.
"Don't move," he reminds me.
His voice is gruff and intense. He is clearly looking forward to what is about to happen. As am I.
Aaron rests his mouth on my slick, wet pussy. His tongue delves inside, exploring every nook and cranny, making sure not to leave any fold untouched.
I scream at the intoxicating feeling overtaking my body. His tongue teases me, causing me to feel dizzy from the high he is taking me on. And I sure as hell am enjoying the journey.
It takes all my effort to obey his command and not move my hands, no matter how much I want to grab his head and bury his face inside me. That's when I feel it building up inside me. With each flick of his tongue, my desire intensifies. At this rate, I’m not going to last much longer. He is in tune with my thoughts because he quickens his pace and plunges his tongue in deeper than I thought was possible. He curls the tip of it upward, breaking down my defenses and opening my floodgate. I see stars as I explode into an amazing orgasm.
"Damn, baby. You taste so fucking sweet. I will never tire of the taste of you."
He reaches up toward my hands and unties them, throwing the tie back onto the floor. I don't waste a second of opportunity as I push him onto his back, straddle him, and insert his wood into my recently devoured pussy.
Aaron groans as I feel my muscles clench around him. He puts his hands on my hips and guides me up and down. With each gyrating motion of my hips, he releases a grunt. I lean forward, making sure to keep the motion going as I bite down on his kiss-swollen lips. He moans into my mouth, I swallow it. Just that sound alone has me on the verge of another release.
I use my hands to latch onto his hair, anchoring myself to him as I pump him into me repeatedly. I hear the specific moan that I am becoming all too familiar with, alerting me that he is close. With one last thrust, we both climax in a shared moment of pure bliss and pleasure.
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