DC Affairs

by Selene Chardou

  She smiled but it never reached her eyes. “I’m so glad, son. I don’t like taking care of your dirty laundry but there’s nothing more important than getting a Coburn in the White House, and unfortunately, you’re the only one we have a snow ball’s chance in hell with. Laine has permanently fucked himself as you know. We don’t hold out much hope for Brandon either since well, he’s always followed in your footsteps but this isn’t something he’ll ever be able to do. The poor thing would crack under the weight of all that pressure. You can’t let your father and me down, sweetheart.”

  Peter returned his mother’s icy smile. “I don’t intend to.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Sigourney

  Every time I’d doubted Russell, he proved to me he was a much better person than I managed to give him credit for. In fact, I felt downright silly about doubting him in the first place. Once I realized we were going on a road trip but was unsure of the destination, I got a little thrill when we ended up in San Diego.

  For a moment, I thought we would be going all the way to Mexico but then I remembered he’d told me not to pack my passport and we would need them for leaving the country.

  The Grand Del Mar was everything a person could expect from a five star hotel, including first class dining options, luxuriously romantic suites and a setting fit for a movie. Although I packed light and nothing that would have been remotely acceptable in the dining establishments at our hotel, he took me shopping and bought a gorgeous cocktail dress and stiletto sandals perfect for the occasion.

  I smiled at him as we sat across from one another at the Addison, a five star restaurant situated in our resort hotel.

  “Well, I can never accuse you of not knowing how to woo a girl,” I responded while I sipped on a delicious Pinot Gris and enjoyed a variety of cheese paired with the light wine.

  “Girl? You’re twenty-six years old, Sigourney. I would hope you’d want to experience this at your age. After all that college, I guessed you were tired of frat boys who have no ability to treat a woman as anything other than a sex object.” Russell sipped from his wine before he smiled at me with devilish aquamarine eyes.

  It was true, he did fit into this world of wealth and privilege but there was something about him that also made me think of him as a closet rebel. For one, his hair, curling slightly at his collar, was longer than all the men in the restaurant. I’m sure he had a tattoo or three, after all, what guy around my age didn’t? There was also that dangerous hint of male sexuality that came off him in waves. If I didn’t believe he was a sexual being who found me attractive before, I knew for a fact he found me downright sexy now.

  I laughed at his comment before I shook my head. “Oh you’re really good, aren’t you? And you always know exactly what to say. I really, really wish I would have met you before Peter and I laid eyes on one another.”

  “Come on, darling, where would be the fun in all of that?” He picked up a slice of cheese and tossed it into his mouth. “Seriously, I’m glad you met him and now you know what he’s all about. He’s not some god you have to look up to because you understand he’s deeply flawed. Perhaps that’s why I think he would make a hell of a President. The current one is a little too polished and perfect plus she’s much too educated for the plebeian class of this country. She would look more in place in a nation like…Germany or perhaps Denmark. They could handle a female head of state. Countries like this, alas, cannot.”

  “You’re funny. Why is it that both Democrats and Republicans treat the voting public like children? They’re grown men and women who should have all the facts but both groups feel like we’re special needs or something—”

  “I resent that,” Russell replied though there wasn’t any conviction in his tone.

  “Seriously, the Republicans feel like the poor, homosexual and women shouldn’t have rights just because and it’s their duty to stop some…immoral disease from infecting our country. The Democrats feel like people are too stupid to do anything so the government should have this overreaching fiscal control on everyone’s life. Where are the people who want fiscal responsibility yet want to stay out of people’s bedroom’s and women’s uteruses? American politics is truly exhausting and why…I thought I wanted this to be my life is beyond me. I must be a glutton for punishment or something.”

  “Maybe you want to make a difference.”

  I rolled my eyes as Russell grabbed my hand while the other held a glass of wine poised dangerously close to my lips.

  “Listen, I mean it. You’re cynical—I’ll give you that—but maybe you’re one of those rare individuals who can see beyond all the bullshit and do care about what’s going on in people’s lives. Have you ever thought about that?”

  “Yes, I have but I don’t think that’s it at all.” I sipped wine and set down my glass. “I don’t know, maybe it’s my father. He always said my brother, sister and I should think outside of the box. This, of course, goes completely against what my mother taught us but what can we expect? She has this attitude that it doesn’t pay to be a tall reed because they get cut down. Just try to go with the flow and try not to stand out too much. I realize I’ve been trying to live with both their philosophies and it has truly wrought havoc on my life, both personally and professionally.”

  Russell shrugged. “Hey, I know how you feel. My dad’s from Scotland and he came here to get away from all that jacked up, socialist Euro thinking but the longer he’s lived here, the more he realizes he’s not too different from what he’s run away from. It happens to all of us with foreign parents. They think they are not like their fellow people until all that taken-for-granted comfort is removed and they realize they’re more alike than different from what they ran away from in the first place.”

  “What if you really do feel different? I mean, both my siblings like it over there much more than they like it here. However, I’m sure they don’t feel entirely at home. I don’t know…I haven’t really talked to them about why they left in the first place.”

  “Does it really matter?” He stared intensely at me and I couldn’t help it if my heart skipped a beat or two. “If you ask me, all that really matters is you’re still here. I’m so glad we got the chance to meet although the circumstances might not be entirely conventional. It’s true, we work together, but I knew you were special the first time I saw you. There’s something about you I needed to know and I’m glad you let me in.”

  I sipped from my wine and tried not to smile openly but how could I not melt a little bit when he was so sweet to me? I knew it wasn’t love but lust had a way of feeling equally powerful and even more compelling. Here I was, willing to break all my own rules because I just knew Russell could be the one. We both felt something for one another other than mere attraction. He would be perfect to love if I ever let him in, and stopped thinking about Peter long enough to concentrate on him alone.

  If I allowed myself to open up to him.

  If I could get over my attraction with Peter.

  Gah!

  Life simply wasn’t fair at all and yet again, I found myself wishing I’d met him first.

  “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asked in a calm tone.

  My fingers traced the rim of the wine glass. “I want you to take me back to our hotel suite and I wish to have primal hot sex with you.”

  “Primal hot sex, huh? Is that some sort of new craze that’s sweeping through the most popular romance novels?” Russell teased.

  “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t finished a romance book in a hot minute. I’ve been too busy trying to create some sizzling sexual tension in my own life. Why don’t you let me know how much you enjoyed it after we’re through?”

  “So, will I rest in peace at the end of the night like California?”

  I laughed out loud. “The Red Hot Chili Peppers called and they informed me they aren’t giving anything away now.”

  “Nice wordplay.”

  I cocked my head to the side as I grinned bright
ly. “I learned from the master.”

  “Okay, babe, since you’re not interested in finishing dinner, let’s go try out some primal hot sex. I’m interested in whether it’s going to be something to write home about.”

  “I don’t know,” I said with unabashed honesty, and stood from the table. “Do you make it a habit of giving your father a blow by blow account on what’s happening in your love life?”

  “Only a sorta fairytale version of it, why?”

  “Oh. My. God. Berkeley, you are such a huge nerd.”

  “Wait till you get me in the sack, Stewart. My nerd factor isn’t the only huge thing I have goin’ for me.”

  If two people were made for one another then Russell and I were pretty damn close to perfection. I certainly wasn’t talking about love but pure sexual chemistry.

  I would have been lying if I hadn’t thought a man as clever as he outside of the sack would be a dud when I got him naked but my sex life—or lack thereof—called for desperate measures to be taken. I hadn’t had sex in almost two years and I must have been revirginized by this point in my life. If I didn’t get any bone in my body soon, I would shrivel up and waste the best years of my twenties an asexual bitter woman.

  I had to admit he was the perfect gentleman until we reached our suite. My heart thudded in my chest as we held hands. Once he slid the keycard in the slot and opened the door, I stepped inside with trepidation. The sex wouldn’t be too bad just as long as he wasn’t a jack-rabbit lover.

  Please God, let him know where my clit is, I silently prayed.

  Russell grabbed my upper right arm and spun me around to face him as soon as the door closed. His arms pulled me by the waist to him and once our lips met, it was sexy and erotic. I needed this so badly, the taste of his lips and tongue invaded my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  I couldn’t believe this was the same mild-mannered guy I worked with every day. Hell, I’d come on to him in L.A. and he almost made me feel like I was a cheap floozy but not now. I felt empowered and in the arms of the ultimate alpha male. How the hell did this happen when I doubted his sexuality days previously to this encounter?

  Russell broke off our kiss and stared deeply into my eyes, his completely blue with only the faintest hint of green. “Are you sure you want to do this? The last thing I want to do is pressure you into a situation you’re not ready for.”

  “Yeah, I want to do this, sweetie. I haven’t…it’s been a long time and I’m tired of waiting. I think you’re a really great guy and if this changes everything then so be it. I need a change in my life—hell, I welcome it. I have to stop living in the past.”

  He nodded his head before he slowly led me toward the bed. I couldn’t help as my mouth sought his out again and when our lips met, the whole room seemed to spin and I felt primal and sexy. What the hell was this man doing to me?

  We slowly fell onto the bed together but he was a gentleman and allowed me to roll us over until I was on top of him. I wondered if he would let me take the lead all night and then I realized this wasn’t something I had to think too hard about. I needed to let everything happen and let the chips fall where they may.

  Russell was a delicious force of nature as he slowly inched the spaghetti straps from my shoulders and down my arms. Soon, my breasts were exposed to him and I watched as he sat up and caressed the flesh around my ribcage softly before gentle fingers worked their way up higher. His fingers teased my nipples and pinched them between his forefingers and thumbs. I arched my back as his mouth replaced talented fingers.

  My hands tangled in his silky golden hair. “Whoa, that feels so amazing.”

  “I aim to please,” he teased before his mouth tackled my other nipple and I pressed my body as close to him as I could get.

  This was beyond my wildest dreams and I knew he felt similar as the hardness I sat on began to grow. It turned out having sex was like riding a bike, I knew where to touch and caress my lover to turn him on.

  Russell made it easy as he slowly slid my dress off my body and left only a black pair of La Perla lace panties. I felt completely exposed but he was still fully clothed. Somehow this didn’t seem fair at all.

  I rolled us over again and now he was on top of me but it made it much easier for me to unbutton his dress shirt. He stared down at me, his eyes lust filled and drinking in me as I peeled off his shirt. Who knew hidden beneath his conservative clothes lay the treasure of a firm chest, washboard abs and a gorgeous torso with that sexy line of body hair from his belly button to delights below his pants?

  It didn’t take much for me to be tickled pink but the deep blush suffused on my face gave me room for pause. I wanted to drink in the sight of his beautiful body as my hands explored his exposed skin.

  He smiled as my fingers reached the button and undid his pants before I slowly dragged the zipper downward and reached inside for his cock. It jerked in the palm of my hand before I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed gently, careful not to apply too much pressure. His breath came out in ragged exhalations, and while my eyes watched his hard dick, I ran my hand up and down the shaft.

  “I was wrong about you,” he whispered. “You’re not shy at all and I like that. There’s nothing more exciting than a woman who isn’t afraid of her own sexuality.”

  “You have no idea.” I dragged his pants down past his hips before he took over, rolled onto his back and slid his pants off.

  I crawled on top of Russell again as he shed his shirt and he grabbed me by the back of the neck before he brought me closer for a soul-destroying kiss. Our mouths fused together, all soft lips and insistent tongues swirling around one another in heated desire. We were literally on the verge of combusting together and being bad had never felt so good.

  My mind felt like we’d been transported into a Lana Del Rey song about gods and monsters, lazy intoxicated days and summertime sadness. My body lay on a funeral pyre of my own making and my lover was the perfect person to explore every fantasy I’d ever had. I’d deeply underestimated how wildly out of control my crush on Russell had become and it had never felt so wonderful to be proven wrong.

  We stopped kissing reluctantly as I allowed my mouth to leave his, forging a trail of passion down his chin and neck. I tasted his flesh with my tongue and he smelled like a delectable morsel meant for consuming completely. My hands helped with a wild exploration of firm flesh while I teased his erogenous zones, the ones that led me straight to his hard cock.

  I licked the tip of his mushroom head, tasting pre-cum and desire as he moaned out loud.

  “Babe, you don’t have to do that,” he said in a voice that dripped pleasure and ached satisfaction.

  “Oh but I do,” I purred, my mouth closing in on the head of his cock. We hadn’t finished dinner but I certainly was getting my money’s worth now. My tongue licked the underside of his hard length as I inched more of him into my mouth.

  This is what it felt like to have good sex, I thought. There was the tease and intense desire to satisfy my partner before he did anything remotely pleasing to me beneath the waist. The taste and the texture of his gorgeous cock, which I slowly allowed more of into my mouth. The anticipation of us joined together, metamorphosing into an ache, which burned brightly. Good things came to those who waited and I could be a very patient woman.

  Russell moaned again when my mouth reached the base of his dick and I remembered why I loved giving head to someone who I completely enjoyed sharing my body with. Love didn’t exist between the two of us but lust did and it could be infinitely better than the best insta-love ever in existence.

  There was no part of his body I wanted to leave unexplored yet as I took my time to turn him on, I knew he’d slowly lost the battle to keep his cool resolve. It crumbled around me as he touched my shoulders and lost himself in the moment. I wanted him to come yet I didn’t but a man could only take so much.

  I found where his limit was when he grabbed me and I found myself on my back, my legs only partly spr
ead.

  “My turn,” he murmured as he slid my panties down my legs.

  My eyes never left his own as his tongue darted out of his mouth and he licked my clit. The feeling tore through my body and my legs fell completely open without an ounce of shame as he slid two fingers inside of me in search of the mighty G-spot.

  I felt the heat in my belly, lost to my own desire and want, I breathed hard as his mouth surrounded my nub, licking, biting, and tasting my need to be satisfied. His fingers worked in and out of me, caressing hello and good bye to the spot that held all the answers to a woman’s heart or perhaps maybe the ultimate pleasure zone—I couldn’t possibly decide which one.

  Russell’s eyes were gorgeous, intoxicating and crushing me into submission I didn’t possibly want to surrender but happened, as I was swept away to Never land with an orgasm so intense, I mewled out my pleasure.

  He approached me with the quiet stealth of a predator successfully stalking its prey. “Was it good for you?”

  I nodded, unable to speak.

  “Good. Now, let’s really get down to business before we both explode. I need to be inside of you.”

  “I want you to be inside of me.”

  He reached over onto the bedside bureau and opened the drawer, pulling out a box of condoms. I grabbed it from his fingers as soon as he’d taken one out and placed it between my teeth. After he’d tossed the box on the bureau again, he removed the condom wrapper from my teeth, tore it open and tossed the wrapper next to the box.

  I watched with heavy lidded fascination as he rolled it over the head of his cock and down the shaft before spreading my legs again. I couldn’t be any more ready for what was about to happen between us. I needed him like I needed the sun and wind, the rain and clouds. I wanted him to help me forget about my silly infatuation with Peter, and aid me in getting excited about someone else—him in particular.