When we returned upright, her face was flushed and there was an unmistakable hunger in her eyes that rivaled what I felt.
“What are you doing after you leave here, Autumn?” I asked.
She smiled. “I don’t know. Why? Do you have any plans for me?”
“Oh, I’m sure I can think of something…”
She stood on her tiptoes and brought her lips to my ear. “Why don’t you show me what you’re thinking then?”
I groaned as she nipped my earlobe. I wanted her so badly, but was well aware that she’d had several drinks…
I pulled back, wanting to get a good look at her face. “I can’t tell you how much I’d love that, but how do I know this is really you talking and not the alcohol?”
She laughed. “I may be small, but I can hold my liquor.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice then,” I said. “Let’s get out of here.”
* * *
Autumn alerted her friend that she was leaving with me. By the time we’d reached my apartment, my body practically quaked in anticipation, unable to believe my luck.
Autumn laughed behind me as I pulled my keys from my pocket to open the door.
“What?” I said, glancing back at her.
But the answer I received was not a verbal one. I wasn’t even sure how it happened, but I found myself slammed against the door, with my lips eagerly moving against hers.
Forgetting we were in the hallway, I hitched her dress up and she hopped onto me, wrapping her legs around me and unbuttoning my shirt.
With trembling hands, I finally managed to turn the lock of my door and we stumbled inside of my apartment, more than ready to finish what we had started.
“If you only knew how hard I am for you right now,” I muttered into her skin, already imagining myself buried deep inside of her.
I kissed her slowly, intoxicated by her smell. My breathing hastened. The little moans she made as my lips trailed from her neck to her ear were going to make me explode. My arm snaked around her small waist, pulling her closer to me.
I grabbed her cheek with my other hand and pressed my lips against hers, impatient to get another taste of her. I plunged my tongue into her mouth and groaned when it entangled with hers.
“Brady,” she moaned as soon as I leaned away to see her face up close.
I tried to slow things down. I wanted to enjoy her, but she had ruined me.
For Christ’s sake, she wasn’t even wearing a bra…
Her nipples taunted me, making me clench my fingers around her thighs as I carried her inside.
We had barely made it through the door before I ripped her clothes off, locking the door behind me with one hand as I unzipped her dress.
Her lips traveled over my jaw and neck as she fought to unbutton my shirt.
I pushed her dress to the floor. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw she wasn’t wearing panties either.
Holy...
I reached toward her small shaved pussy, cupping the pink softness with my hand as my other rested on her perfectly shaped breast.
She moaned and dug her fingers into my shoulders when I rubbed her clit. I applied a slight pressure had her soaking my fingers within seconds.
I played with her nipple, testing her sensitivity as I pushed my hand lower and reached her tight entrance.
“Go ahead,” she said, pushing her hips forward as if wanting to get closer to my hand.
I chuckled, satisfied that she was just as impatient as I was. I inserted two digits, cursing at how tight and good she felt, and anxious to feel myself inside of her.
“Yes.” Her voice came out ragged, prompting me to unzip my pants and release my raging erection.
“Let me show you how good it can be,” I said and slammed my fingers into her fast, losing myself in her moans as I drove her closer to her orgasm. I grabbed her hand and guided it to where I wanted it. “Do you feel how hard you make me, beautiful? I need you right now.”
She panted faster as her whole body began to tremble.
I wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her in place when I gave her sweet release. She took me into her hand over my underwear and jerked me slowly. I already oozed with precum and burned with need to fuck her senseless.
“Soak my fingers,” I whispered.
“I’m close...” she groaned.
I pumped her faster until she was gushing. Meanwhile, I could barely keep myself in check as her hand stroking traveled my length.
“Yes!” she cried, her moans music for my ears. She convulsed around my fingers as she orgasmed hard.
Unable to take it anymore, I fished a condom out of my back pants pocket and got rid of my clothes in seconds. I sheathed myself with the condom and pulled her up against me, wrapping her legs around my waist. I then led her to the nearest wall and pressed her against it, finally probing her heated entrance.
Her slick passage enabled me to enter her fully at once, and the way her walls hugged me were too much. I squeezed her hips, thrusting inside her fast and slamming my lips to hers. Our tongues clashed against each other’s, and the pleasure of being inside of her while I tasted her delicious mouth owned me. My body threatened to combust as the sensations grew more intense and I sped up my tempo, doing her fast and hard.
“Yes! Please, harder!” she screamed.
“Whatever you say, beautiful.”
I rammed into her. The friction was amazing. Without breaking contact, I brought us to the floor and pulled her legs over my shoulders.
We were both panting and sweating, she was approaching another orgasm, and I was so near my own as well.
“Brady!” she screamed, thrashing against the floor as pleasure rushed through her.
Close to exploding myself, I pounded into her and orgasmed hard, every muscle in me growing rigid. I stopped before the last spurt came out and lowered her legs to the floor, choosing to stay inside a bit longer.
“You’re amazing,” I murmured into her lips before kissing her, moving my lips slowly until the kiss grew deeper.
She moaned and bit my lower lip, sending a shot of pleasure through me and making me grow hard all over again.
“That was mind-blowing,” she said.
I chuckled, my eyes raking over her bombshell body as I pulled out of her. I got rid of the used condom, planning to take things to the bedroom next. Pulling her to her feet, I led the way. “I think we need to repeat this.” I grinned cockily at her.
She smiled. “Okay. Then show me.”
CHAPTER 4
Autumn
I was beyond tired, considering I had left Brady’s apartment at an ungodly hour. However, I had still managed to catch a cab back to my hotel in time to get some brief sleep, shower, and get myself ready to accompany my father for the day.
It was a beautiful day, the sun shining brightly without a single cloud in the sky. Unfortunately, we would be spending most of our time indoors; our agenda consisted of meetings discussing the political climate my father would possibly be embarking on if he became the vice-presidential candidate, as well as the embassy and their plans for expansion.
“Are you all right?” Dad asked in the hotel lobby, which had been serving as our designated meeting spot all week.
“Yeah,” I said, rubbing a self-conscious hand through my hair.
I actually felt better than all right, but I wasn’t sure my appearance told the same tale. After leaving Brady’s apartment, I’d only had about two hours to crash in my hotel room before I had to start getting ready. My hair wasn’t as polished as I would have liked it because I hadn’t had time to thoroughly wash off the hairspray I’d used for my curls the previous night. And as time kept ticking by a little too quickly for my liking, I hadn’t been able to apply my makeup as carefully as I would have liked either. So I probably had bags under my eyes and looked a wreck despite the pleasurable glow I felt from the amazingly passionate night I’d spent with Brady.
“Why do you ask?”
; Dad shrugged. “Something just seems a little different about you this morning. Did you have fun last night?”
Awkwardly, I turned my back to him to approach the refreshment table, where I started making myself a cup of coffee. “Yeah. Last night was all right.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing much.”
“Oh,” Dad said, sounding surprised. “I thought you and Elise hung out?”
“We did!” I said, wanting to slap myself. My mind was so preoccupied with Brady that I had almost forgotten about Elise. “We uhm…Just went for a walk. Watched a movie. Girl-talked. That sort of thing.”
“That’s nice,” Dad said. “What—”
“Do you want some more coffee, Dad?” I asked, cutting him off before he could ask what movie we watched.
“Sure, sweetie. I could use a refill.” He handed over his coffee mug and I proceeded to fix him a cup. Just as I finished, footsteps sounded down a nearby hall and an important-looking businessman in a pin-striped suit appeared.
“Speaker Harper!” he said, enthusiastically. With a wide grin, he took several long strides toward my father, his hand outstretched.
“Nelson! How are you?” Dad said, taking the man’s hand and shaking it.
“Can’t complain! The real question is how are you?”
Dad laughed. “Pretty good. At least that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it! I’ve got a long road ahead of me, so I definitely can’t complain now. I’m just getting started.”
“So I take it that the vice presidency is becoming more of a probability than a possibility, eh?”
“I guess you can say that, if we’re talking about wishful thinking.”
“Excellent! And I see you’ve got Autumn with you for support! How are you, sweetheart?”
I smiled and handed my father his coffee before Nelson embraced me in a hug. “I’m fine, sir. Good to see you again.”
“Likewise, darling. This old man needs someone like you to keep him in check.”
We all shared a laugh before Nelson clapped his hands together. “All right. Well—time’s a wasting! Let’s get started.”
“Sure thing,” Dad said. “What’s first on the schedule?”
“We’re going to take a short walk to the meeting with a few campaign strategists to get some tips on how to make you appear to be the best candidate for the coveted position,” Nelson said, motioning for us to follow him as he headed toward the exit. I took a large swig of my coffee, hoping it would wake me up so that I could pay better attention during the upcoming meetings.
“So that I can appear to be the best candidate?” Dad asked with a raised eyebrow.
Nelson laughed and held his hands up in a surrendering gesture. “Hey—I know you’re the best candidate. It’s just a matter of making sure everyone else knows it too!”
“Oh, I see,” Dad said.
Nelson held the lobby door open for us and prepared to say something else. But whatever else he wanted to say got lost in a cloud of smoke.
The world outside exploded, a blast so loud that it sent my cup of coffee falling to the ground with me right along with it. My ears rung and my vision turned to gray. I lay sprawled on the floor, unable to comprehend what was happening.
When my ears stopped ringing, I heard the screaming…
Screaming that seemed to come from miles around.
I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision. Eventually, I saw movement beside me.
“Autumn? Autumn? AUTUMN?!”
“Here! I’m here, Dad!” I stretched out my arm. When our hands met, we clasped each other. My vision clearing further, I saw my father’s face covered in dirt and dust.
I glanced around, spotting Nelson lying on the ground, unmoving. Before I could speak or do anything, another voice, loud and commanding, pierced through the commotion.
“Everyone, stay calm. Help is on the way.”
“What’s going on?!” Dad yelled. He unsteadily climbed to his feet and I followed suit behind him, although my knees wobbled fearfully.
“There’s been an attack. A bomb was set off,” someone responded.
“Who…Who set off a b-bomb?” I stammered, clutching my father’s arm.
But to that, I received no answer. The cloud of dust around us thinning, I noticed security guards and police officers rushing over. Sirens blared, mixing in with all the screams and cries that still seemed to drift through the air from miles around.
Behind me, I heard heavy coughing. Nelson. He had finally stirred back into consciousness after being checked by a guard who kneeled before him.
“Are you all right, sir?” the guard asked.
“What the hell just happened?”
“Don’t worry about that now. I need to get you and the Speaker to safety immediately.”
“Was this…Was this because of me?” Dad asked. Despite the dust covering his face, I could see his complexion growing several shades paler.
“No time for speculation, Speaker Harper. Please, follow me.”
As if all the commotion surrounding us wasn’t enough, my very heart stopped when the guard speaking finally turned around to face us. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t recognized the familiarity of his voice, but then again, it wasn’t like I had known him long. Nevertheless, there was no mistaking that tall and muscular build, that tattoo peeking beneath the bottom of his short-sleeved shirt, that silky dark hair, and those bright blue eyes.
Brady.
My appearance clearly took him off guard as well. He froze, locking eyes with me as his eyebrows shot into the air and his jaw dropped. But then, suddenly, he appeared to remember he was on duty, and there was a much more serious matter at hand.
It was not time for either of us to reminiscence about the previous night and the six orgasms I’d had, a new record for me.
Shit.
His professional face back on, Brady pulled Nelson to his feet. “Come on. We need to vacate the area. Follow me.”
Without further instruction, my father, Nelson, and I followed Brady. Other armed security guards arrived on the premises, positioning themselves at all entrances of the hotel. More and more sirens blared outside as additional police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks arrived on the scene.
All the while, we followed Brady toward the back of the building, bypassing confused hotel guests.
“Get in your rooms and stay there until further notice!” Brady instructed without breaking stride.
We continued down a winding path, which ended with us going down a flight of stairs and into the basement, where piles of dirty sheets and towels waited to be cleaned. Finally, we headed out a back door and into an alley, where we were met by a car that seemed to be waiting specifically for us.
“Is this everyone?” the driver asked as Brady held the back door open for us.
“Yes,” he answered. “The Speaker, his manager, and…”
“My daughter,” Dad answered as he slid into the car after Nelson.
“Right…” Brady said, glancing at me.
As I climbed into the backseat of the vehicle after my father, Brady’s hand briefly brushed against the small of my back, as if giving me a boost. It felt so absentminded though, he didn’t seem aware of doing it.
He slammed the door behind me and then hurriedly climbed into the passenger’s seat.
“I can’t believe this,” Dad said, bringing his head down to his hands. “This was an attack on me, wasn’t it?”
“I’m not one for speculation, Speaker,” Brady responded. “I’m just doing my job.”
“Who sent you?”
“The campaign sent me through the Savage Soldiers. We were informed that you were here on business, and that extra safety precautions needed to be put into place since you are in consideration for the vice presidency of the United States. You’re a target for enemies now.”
Dad swallowed. He glanced toward me, and I could see the panic he attempted to hide. He took my hand and squeezed it before turning bac
k to Brady.
“Where the hell is my usual team? Didn’t they sweep this place?”
“I’m not sure, sir. We weren’t in contact with any of them. My team was an extra precaution, only to be mobilized if needed. Honestly sir, I didn’t want to have to work this week.”
“No, I guess you didn’t.”
“Your team?” I choked out, the dust still coming up from my lungs.
Brady passed us waters and we all began to drink.
“Yes, my team. I’m part of a special segment of the Savage Soldiers of Savage, Colorado who take on special assignments providing private security for high level assets.”
I blinked. It looked like we both had our secrets.
“Thank you for getting us out of there safely. I’ve got my youngest daughter with me and if anything had happened to her…” Dad took a deep breath. “Listen, just know that if you are ever back on U.S. soil, you’ll have a job. No doubt about it. Just look me up. We happen to be from Savage.”
Brady nodded. “I know. And thank you, Speaker Harper. That’s very kind of you. But I’m just doing my job, sir.”
He made eye contact with me once more before he turned around. Back to business.
Whatever Brady and I had shared was over now.
CHAPTER 5
Autumn
6 months later
My home had sported a pretty impressive library for as long as I could remember. It’s beechwood floors and tables were in perfect condition, and the bookshelves were lined with virtually everything—from literary classics, to cozy reads, instruction manuals, study-guides, and encyclopedias. Multiple computers—laptops and desk-tops—had been purchased and placed for visitors who wanted to do research.
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