by Chloe Lane
It could just be Kathy being Kathy.
She gives me a little wave and heads back out the door, but I can’t relax until I hear the elevator doors slide shut behind her. My shoulders sag. We have to figure out what we’re doing here, the Senator and I, but how am I going to ask him? Everything I imagine saying sounds childish and stupid. Should I really be begging him for some kind of state-of-the-relationship talk?
The Senator and Mrs. Constituent appear in the doorway to his office, and I stand up with a smile to get her coat off the coat rack. She smiles brightly up at the Senator, and my gut roils. “Thank you so much for your time. I know my son will be very interested to hear about our conversation.” I grit my teeth behind my smile. I might not have any kids—I might be barely out of college—but I know this woman is out to get him. My senator.
My senator?
My cheeks are instantly red, even from thinking it, and I straighten my back. What I want to do is crawl under the desk, pretend I never had that kind of possessive thought—he’s not mine, he’s probably never going to be mine—but I don’t. I wait until he’s thanked her for participating in government, and then I pass her the coat. Somehow, my lips form coherent words, and finally she’s out of the office.
The Senator’s low voice, coming from the doorway to his office, surprises me—but only because I’m already sinking back into my thoughts about him.
“Something on your mind…Marci?” The pause sends a thrill of pleasure down my spine. He was about to say Kitten, I know it, and he had to stop himself. I can’t be the only one who’s thinking about this—thinking about us. But with his blue eyes on mine, crackling with energy, my core goes hot and wet, the space between my legs heating up, and I have to force myself to remember what was on my mind five minutes ago.
“Yes, I—” I look back over my shoulder at the hall.
The Senator cocks his head toward his desk, then turns and goes back to take his seat. “Come in, Marci.”
I move across the room to his desk. He looks so confident, so in control—like he’ll have all the answers I’m looking for.
I lower my voice. “I just think—” Now that I’m looking at his desk, all I can think about is being bent over it, legs spread—I shake my head. “I just think we should…talk about what’s going on.”
He leans forward. “I completely agree.”
“I just—what?”
“You’re always on my mind, Marci. I do think we should talk about how we want to handle what’s happening between us.” His eyes burn into me. “And I don’t think we should wait.”
“You mean—you mean we should talk right now?”
“No,” he says with a laugh. “But no later than tonight. Do you have plans?”
Chapter 16
Senator Sterling
Marci knocks on my apartment door right at eight. I went back to the gym when I got home from the office just to get a handle on myself, but still had to jerk off in the shower. The orgasm was intense—and just from remembering when she was here last Friday, pussy pink and wet and exposed while she bent over the back of my sofa. We’re going out tonight, and I’m going to have to be able to sit across the table from her for a couple of hours without any release.
I open the door, and the sight of her takes my breath away.
“Wow.”
Her face goes pink, and she looks to the side, grinning a sexy little grin that has me hard in an instant. So much for the gym and the shower. Marci has pulled out all the stops. She’s wearing something red that ends at the perfect height above her knees, and it fits her like a glove—an expensive, brand new glove. She must have gone shopping after work.
I want to see more of it.
I want to see more of it so powerfully that there’s no way I can walk out of here right now.
“Come in.”
She steps across the threshold. One breath of her perfume, and I’ve nearly lost all control. I shut the door behind her.
“Senator—” Her green eyes are huge, open wide, and before she can say another word, I’m pressing her up against the surface of the door, my mouth on hers, tasting the sweetness of her lips and her tongue. She lets me in, lets my tongue duel with hers, presses the length of her body against mine, a little moan escaping into my mouth that makes my cock jump between us.
“I have to have you,” I growl, the words on my lips before I can stop them. “I have to have you now.”
“Oh—” I slide my hands down her waist and up under the hem of the dress, hooking my finger into panties that must not be made of anything more than lace, and yanking them down.
She makes me lose control. She turns me into a wild animal of a man.
Marci is dripping already, and when my fingers make contact with her slit, she gasps, spreading her legs without so much as a second thought.
“That’s a good girl,” I say into her ear, and her legs move apart another couple of inches, her body tensing against the door. “Open wide for me.”
She throws her arms around my shoulders as I work my fingers into her pussy. As if she needs it to get warmed up. She’s ready for me right now. Right now.
I break the kiss, pulling back, and bring my fingers to my lips. Marci’s eyes go even wider when I put them, one by one, into my mouth, tasting how sweet and clean she is.
“Senator—” she breathes the word like she’s never seen anything sexier in her life.
“I have to have you,” I repeat, and I see my seriousness reflected in her face. She’s still pressed against the door, and I pull her forward by the hand so I can slip her coat off of her shoulders and drop it to the floor.
I’ve imagined this so many times, her innocent body spread out over my bed, taking my time with her, stroking her, opening her, hardly having to convince her that this is the right thing, but in this moment, I can’t stand the thought of moving away from this spot. It would take far too long to get to my bedroom.
“Turn around.” She turns to face the door, and I see a little tremble in her body. “Hands on the door. Press your ass out toward me.”
She does, and the curve of her back, arched out, pressing that fine, fine bottom toward my cock, nearly does me in. I reach for the hem of her dress and push it up, around her hips. The black thong she wears underneath is just under her ass, and I tug at it until it falls to the floor around her feet.
“Spread wide for me, Kitten.”
Marci obeys, and her pink, glistening pussy peeks out while I unzip my pants and my cock springs free. She’s breathing hard, her face flushed. I step closer, pressing my body against hers, and whisper into her ear.
“We can stop right now if you don’t think you can take it.”
“I can take it,” she says, her voice low and urgent. “Please, Senator. I can take it.”
I take her earlobe between my teeth, drawing out another gasp, then line myself up with her opening and press the first few inches of my cock inside her channel.
She’s so tight, it’s unbelievable, and for an instant I wonder if she lied, I wonder if she really is a virgin. But I dismiss the thought. She wouldn’t lie to me.
Marci lets out a little groan and spreads wider, trying to accommodate my girth, and I work another inch into her. Most women shy away at the size of my cock, but Marci is working her pussy over it like it’s her job, like she won’t be complete until I’ve buried myself inside her. She’s so wet that her juices run down my shaft.
I reach around and find her clit, and her hands slap lightly against the surface of the door. “Oh, please, oh, please…”
“Please what?”
“Please make me come on your cock.”
I’m only halfway in, but Marci’s hips are swaying in a delicious pattern that’s working her down over the rest of me, and I can’t deny her anything when she’s begging like that, begging with her lips and her body. I circle my fingertips over her clit, the flesh pulsing under my fingers, and then—because we’re up against the door of my apartment—
I bring my other hand up to her mouth and cover it.
Just in time.
She explodes over my cock, thrusting down so that at the moment of orgasm she takes the rest of me in and I’m buried to the hilt, her muscles pulsing around me while she screams into my hand, shuddering, shaking, writhing, coming so hard I think her knees might buckle.
Hell yes.
The fun is just beginning.
Chapter 17
Marci
My mind can’t process the pleasure, that’s how intense it is, how all-consuming. It shoves out all the other thoughts from my brain—about how risky this is, about how fucking the Senator is crossing a line we can’t uncross, about how he’s my boss, he’s an older man, he’s not the kind of guy who’s going to pursue me forever because I’m too young, I’m not the kind of experienced woman he’s going to need eventually in his political career…
As his cock works into me inch by inch, I forget and forget and forget. All I’m aware of is the sensation of my pussy stretching around him, of working to accommodate him. Oh, God, he’s so big, but somehow it’s like my body was made to be taken by him, was made to be his, because though the stretch hurts at times, it hurts so good I can’t stand it. I keep my hands pressed against the door to hold myself up, but I can’t control the motion of my hips, swaying against him. And when he puts his fingertips on my clit and makes those intoxicating circles, it pushes me to an entirely new level of pleasure I never ever dreamed I would feel.
I need you. It’s the one thought that thunders in my mind as I come hard, hips bucking against his fingers, impaled on the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, ever dreamed of having buried inside of me, legs spread open wide to make room, dress shoved up around my hips. My thong stretches between my legs, and I’m dripping around him, absolutely soaking his cock with my juices.
I come down from the orgasm with him still inside me, and he stays still, then lets out a low growl. “Yes. Yes.”
I’m trembling around him, shaking, my hips still swaying in little circles. The Senator’s grip on my hips tightens and he pulls out, slowly, tantalizingly, and the instant he’s in motion, I’m on the way up to the peak again. The earth-shattering orgasm I just had wasn’t all my body was capable of. Not even close.
“Oh—” The word goes softly between my lips. “Oh, Senator…”
He’s almost all the way out, nothing but the head of his cock still inside me, and I tense. “What do you think, Kitten? Are you ready for more?”
I wriggle back against him, trying to get his cock back inside of me. “Yes. Please.”
“You’re so wet for me,” he says speaking low into my ear, his hands guiding the movements of my hips, exerting just enough pressure that I know he’s in control even while I dance against him, helping him work himself back in. “You’re so tight.”
I gasp a little as he stretches me again. It’s so delicious that I can’t stop moaning, can’t quench the sounds coming from my throat.
“So dirty.” When he’s all the way in, the head of his cock pressing against a part of me I never knew existed, he doesn’t hesitate before he starts fucking me, thrusting in and out, my wetness against him the only sound other than the noises escaping me. “You’ll do anything for me, won’t you, Kitten?”
It has the sound of something hypothetical, something so deeply sexy that there’s nothing I can do, nothing I want to do, but agree. “Yes, Senator.” He’s moving in and out in a rhythm that matches the molten need at my core, and I can hardly breathe. It’s an electrifying pulse between my legs.
“You’re so tight,” he whispers, “but I think you can be even tighter. Show me. Show me.”
Instinctively I know what to do, and I work the muscles of my pussy, drawing him up and in, clenching around him—and it works. I’m rewarded with a groan that sends an intense wave of sheer relentless need down my spine. I’m so close. I’m so close…
So is the Senator. He picks up the pace, fucking me so hard it gets difficult to keep my hands on the door, but I do it, oh, I do it. I keep my feet braced against the floor even as my legs start to go weak with my impending release.
The Senator’s hands clench hard on my hips, and through gritted teeth he gives me one more command. “Come with me. Come with me now, Kitten.”
Then he thrusts inside, deeper than before, and all my defenses—whatever defenses were left after the first time I came on his cock—shatter, and I’m coming again while he spurts his seed deep inside me, so deep, and this time I muffle my own cries so that the sound doesn’t escape into the hallway, doesn’t give us away.
We stand frozen for a long moment after he’s finished, but it takes longer than that for my heart to quiet, for my breathing to return to normal, and the Senator moves away only when it does. There’s a zip as he adjusts himself and closes the fly of his pants, and then his hands are on my wrists, guiding my arms down from the door.
“Come this way,” he says, and his voice is so full of something—awe? satisfaction?—that it makes my entire chest feel warm.
He leads me through his apartment to the guest bathroom and, with my dress still hiked up around my hips, perches me on the edge of the bathtub. I let the aftershocks move through me while he gets a washcloth from the linen cupboard, runs it under warm water, and returns to my side, pressing it gently between my legs.
“Oh—” His touch has me buzzing with desire all over again, ready for more, and he lets me put my arms around his neck, lets me kiss the side of his neck, but then he gently disengages them, helps me up, pulls my dress back into its original position.
“All clean, Kitten.” He tosses the washcloth into a hamper near the sink and offers me his hand. “Are you ready for our talk?”
Chapter 18
Senator Sterling
Marci sits across from me at a table for two in a high-end hole in the wall across the river. I have it on good authority from one of my Senate colleagues that this place is practically unknown to the press. “It’s very discreet,” he’d said in an undertone, eyes flicking from side to side. I’d just agreed to support the bill he’s proposing next week—something about grazing fees in his home state.
I’d given him a broad smile. “I won’t breathe a word.” I might not have lived in DC long, but I know what happens to places like this if too many people learn about them.
She’s radiant, flushed with the glow of the incredible sex we just had. I can’t dwell on it too long, otherwise the painfully hard erection returns, and right now is not the time for that.
Right now is the time for looking at the way Marci’s hair, held back in an elegant twist, shines in the candlelight, the way her face glows pink and flushed, for appreciating, deeply, the way the neckline of her dress lets her cleavage peek out just far enough to entice me, to intoxicate me all over again.
She catches me looking from beneath her eyelashes and gives me a shy smile. “I don’t know what to order.”
“Order whatever you want. Anything your heart desires.”
Marci bites at her lower lip, her eyes shining. “Anything?”
I lean forward, lowering my voice. “Anything.”
“We could go back to your place—”
“Ah—” I hold up one finger. “No, we need to talk. About more than just—” I motion in the air between us. “More than just us.”
Her face is a picture of concern. “More? Like what?” Her grip has tightened on the menu, and a heaviness descends on my chest. I didn’t mean to make her nervous. I reach across the table, offering her my hand. She puts hers—delicate and small—into mine, and I give it a squeeze.
“I want to know more about you, Kitten.” I say it softly, on the off chance that there’s someone lurking in the potted plant behind us, but at the word, Marci’s shoulders relax. She gives me a grin.
“I’m not very exciting.”
“You’re the most exciting woman on earth.”
She shakes her head. “I’m just—” Her smile is bright,
her teeth perfect and even. “I’m just a small town girl, really. You know that.”
“I know you’re from Columbia, but that doesn’t explain why you’re so good at what you do.”
Her grin turns a little wicked. “What exactly do I do?”
I lean in, like I’m about to tell her a secret. “You’re an excellent personal scheduler for a member of the United States Senate.” I sit up straighter and take a sip of my wine, a full-bodied red. “But that doesn’t explain why you’re here.”
“Well, I’m here because we needed to talk, and—”
“No. In DC, with me. You could have done anything in the world, Marci.”
She blushes prettily at the compliment. “But why would I want to?”
“Because despite my rugged good looks—” She laughs, and the sound is throaty and pure. “—I’m a junior senator, and you could be starting a career anywhere in the country instead of scheduling my appointments.”
“I like scheduling your appointments.” I see in her face that she’s screwing up her courage. “And you and I both know that it’s not just scheduling. It’s—” She looks down into her wine for a moment, then back up at me. “It’s making sure your needs are met. It’s working with the other schedulers to coordinate before votes.” A new kind of passion comes into her eyes, one that’s entirely separate from the light that shines out of them when she’s spread out on my desk and moaning. “I’m right in the middle of everything here, and that’s exactly what I wanted out of this job.” Marci raises one shoulder an inch, then drops it again. “I didn’t have experience using my political science degree, and you took a chance on me. I can make something out of this.”
“I have no doubt that you can.”
Unless—
