"That you're a party of bigots and elitists and so on," I said with a wave of my hand. "I know that's not true. I know you. This Jack Richmond," I gestured to my lap and his trapped hand, "accepts and loves everyone." I pointed to some campaign materials tucked into the pouch on the back of the closest seat. "That Jack Richmond is coming across as a huge dick."
A snort from the front seat reminded us that we weren't really alone. Even cloaked in semi-darkness, we had an audience.
I could tell Jack was biting back a retort about the huge dick remark. Knowing him, he had a naughty little zinger burning the tip of his tongue. Instead, he lowered his voice and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
I sat back in stunned silence. "You're asking me for campaign advice?"
I could just barely make out the confused frown contorting his face. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Um, maybe because Clark keeps looking at me like I'm some kind of liberal mole?"
Jack grunted with annoyance. He forced my thighs wider apart and slipped two fingers under the thin scrap of fabric guarding my pussy. My lips parted on a shaky breath as he pierced me with his intense gaze. "We both know that's not true—and Clark is suspicious of anyone under twenty-five."
"I think you should go to the party." I gave my piece of advice as his fingers slowly circled my clit. The nub became inflamed with need. I dared to glance at Bobby's head but he was focused on navigating the busy night traffic. His music, an old school rock station, provided just enough noise to muffle my increased breathing. "I know you're whipping your challenger in the polls and winning over new voters isn't an issue for your race—but it would be good to show your constituents that you represent all of them."
He regarded me for a moment. "I agree."
"But?" I tried to ignore the wicked sensation of his fingers swirling around my clit.
"I've got this dinner tonight. I've got to do a speech. It's a whole thing."
His fingertips moved faster now. I clenched the edge of the seat and tried to speak without letting my voice wobble. "And after?"
"After what?"
"The dinner thing," I clarified. My breaths grew deeper and tighter. I gripped the seat so hard my fingertips tingled. Flutters of panic rippled low in my belly. The rat bastard was about to make me come in the backseat of his private car—and I couldn't make any noise. Me, the screamer, unable to issue even a peep!
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ROXIE'S BACKLIST
Halftime With Craig
Chance's Bad, Bad Girl
Quid Pro Quo
Tease
Eddie's Cuffs 1
Eddie's Cuffs 2
Eddie's Cuffs 3
Eddie's Cuffs Boxed Set
Seduced By the Congressman
Disturbing the Peace (Romps #1)
Search and Seizure (Romps #2)
Coming Soon
Seduced By the Congressman 2
Seduced By Her Father's Best Friend
ABOUT ROXIE
I like to write dirty books that make your pulse pound. I’m the naughtier alter ego of another erotica and erotic romance author who wanted to write more taboo stories. You can find me online at www.roxierivera.com.
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