We spoke for the first time that day when we both hit up the refreshments table. I was just reaching for a glass of OJ when I felt a warm hand on the small of my back.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he growled in my ear. I looked up into his blue-grey eyes, the very ones I’d been lost in the previous night. The thought alone made me blush deeply.
“Hello,” I replied shyly. It’s now or never, I thought nervously, bending down to dust off a piece of imaginary fluff from my shoes. I made sure to show Chase my stockings as my dress rode up, my hand resting provocatively on my inner thigh as I revealed an inch of skin.
Just enough, it seemed, because Chase grabbed my arm and pulled me closer as soon as a diamond-clad women left the table where the food was laid out.
“You look beautiful, Miss Diaz,” he told me with a grin. “I can’t help but think this is a ruse to get you out of the party, though.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well…” Chase made sure we were alone, pretending to pick something up from the table as he growled in my ear. “I’ll have to drag you upstairs now to rip that dress off you. I’m very sorry, but it looks like you’ll have to miss the rest of this event.”
“Chase!” I protested, but he merely grinned at me, motioning for me to meet him upstairs.
As wrong as it was, I found myself taking the stairs two at a time as soon as I excused myself from the party. Chase had truly gotten under my skin…and now I needed him to get under my dress, too.
I was wandering the hall when I saw that the door to Peter’s office was ajar. Strolling in, I found Chase standing next to the window, looking more handsome than ever in his designer suit. I took a moment to drink him in – his chiseled features, the broad shoulders. Expensive fabric hid the ink I knew covered his skin, and his usually unruly hair was slicked back.
He was dangerously handsome…and as soon as he spotted me in the room, he was dangerously close to me.
We collided in the middle of the room, giving me just enough time to close the office door behind us. Chase’s mouth met mine; hot, needy and demanding, and his hands were all over me, touching me in places that made me blush.
“I need you right now,” he growled in my ear, taking a break from the exposed skin on my neck. “You little tease. I did warn you that your teasing would get you in trouble one day…”
I grinned, my fingers hooking in the belt loop of his trousers. I pulled them down, and his cock greeted me in his boxer briefs, hard and ready for me.
“I couldn’t resist getting in trouble. And I knew you couldn’t either…” My voice was hoarse and I looked Chase right in the eyes before dropping to my knees. He was leaning against the office desk, his breathing hard as I pulled down his boxers in one swift motion.
His cock sprang free, thick and ready for me. I licked my lips and his fingers wound into my hair as I moved closer. I’d wanted to do this for ages, but in the weeks since we’d first made love, I hadn’t had the guts.
“Are you sure?” he asked, the undertone in his voice begging me to say yes.
My eyes shot up and I gave him a devilish grin as I reached for the tip of his cock, making him growl out loud. “I’m damn sure,” I said, and then my mouth touched his swollen tip.
He was so hard, his skin like velvet. I could taste a drop of precum on his tip; the pearl of moisture glistening and begging me to lap it up. I did just that, my tongue teasing his cock into my mouth.
With Chase’s fingers wound tightly in my hair, I started to lick. I couldn’t hold back, and in mere seconds, I felt his tip hitting the back of my throat as he groaned out loud. He was big; too big for me to fit his whole cock in my mouth…but it felt so good to finally taste him and have him in my mouth, licking his length as it throbbed with need for me. Just me.
I’d always been too shy to do this, even with the one boyfriend I’d had before Chase. He’d begged and begged me to do oral, yet I could never be persuaded. With Chase, it felt natural, and I wanted it to happen so badly. He tasted so good; forbidden fruit with a salty tang from his precum. So wrong…so deliciously wrong.
My head bobbed as I sucked him in, and soon Chase’s growls got louder and louder. I felt him growing in my mouth, his cock becoming even thicker, the veins throbbing and threatening to release their load right in my mouth.
“Can’t fucking hold on any more,” Chase growled, pulling on my hair gently to make me stop. We came eye to eye, and he groaned as I licked my lips and fingers, still wet from taking him deep. “Desk. Bend over. Right now.”
It wasn’t a request.
My legs could barely hold my weight as I walked over to the desk and bent over it so my butt was exposed to Chase’s watchful gaze. He walked over to me, reaching me in two long steps. I felt his eyes on my skin, and then his hand found my butt, slapping it gently.
“Oh God,” I groaned, my cheeks flushing as he grabbed ahold of me. Before I could react, Chase had pulled up the fabric of my dress and slid down my thong, revealing my skin and my dripping wet pussy.
In any other scenario, I would’ve felt embarrassed. I would’ve been scrambling to my feet, ready to walk out of the room because I wasn’t the one in control. Yet this time around, I was more than willing to let him have his way with me. I wanted it, craved it.
I could feel Chase’s eyes burning into the back of my neck, and his hands pulled me closer until the tip of his thick cock bumped against me. I moaned out loud.
“Please, Chase.” My voice was hoarse as I begged him to take me. “I can’t wait. Please fuck me…right now!”
“Right away, princess,” he growled, stroking my cheeks as I begged him to do more. Then, with a single thrust of his thick cock, he was inside me, and I was squirming against his thickness. “Oh fuck, you feel so good…”
He claimed me with his cock, deep and unrelenting thrusts almost taking me right over the edge. I was so hot for him I couldn’t even hold back, and before even a minute had passed, I felt myself on the precipice, just seconds away from falling.
“I’m about to come,” I moaned. “I’m sorry, I can’t hold on...”
“That’s right, princess,” Chase growled in my ear, taking hold of my hips as he plunged even deeper. I moaned, my whole body shaking as he fucked me. “Come for me, come on my cock…”
I did as I was told, pleasure rocking my body and making me shake. It was so good…every single time. It actually seemed to get better and better each time we made love; the pleasure more intense with each thrust of Chase’s hips. And I knew he wasn’t done, either.
I’d just recovered from my orgasm when I heard something—an intrusive noise down the hall, something that made my blood freeze in my veins.
“Chase, someone’s coming,” I whispered, panic taking over as I moved away.
Chase cursed out loud, quickly pulling up his pants, and I scrambled to get to the other side of the desk, hiding under it just in time. The next second, the door to the office flew wide open and all I could see from my position was a pair of expensive loafers.
“Chase! There you are.”
My heart thumped so loudly it was a small wonder they didn’t hear it. I’d recognize that voice anywhere…
Chapter 17
Chase
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” my father continued, taking another step towards me. “What on Earth are you doing in my office? And did I hear you talking to someone?”
He peered around the room, and I hastily made an excuse. “Oh, I…err…I forgot that I needed to make a quick call about a group assignment I have for this economics class I’m taking, but the party is making everything so loud. This was the only quiet spot I could find.”
“Well, I had the home office walls soundproofed for a reason,” he said with a wink. “So I could concentrate on my work in peace whenever I was home.”
Or so you could cheat on Mom and screw your secretary in peace, without anyone suspecting…
I pushed the thought
aside, forcing a smile onto my face. My father was changing for the better, and I had to keep trying to get over all the shit he’d done in the past. He was a different person now, and I knew he wouldn’t hurt Lina’s mother the same way he’d hurt my Mom.
Speaking of Lina…she was crouched under the desk behind me, merely inches away. I swore I could hear the thud of her heart, although it was probably just mine, thumping loudly and betraying my nervousness.
“Anyway, have you seen Lina anywhere?” Dad asked. “I’ve been looking for her as well.”
“Hm? What?” I said, rubbing my eyes and turning away slightly so that he wouldn’t see the stark guilt etched into my features.
“Lina,” he repeated. “Your soon-to-be stepsister? I’m sure you remember her. She lives here, after all.”
He smiled as if his little joke was the funniest thing in the world, and I forced another grin back at him. “Sorry. I just didn’t hear you properly. Um…I haven’t seen Lina for about half an hour. I think the last person I saw her with was Myron Banks. Maybe she’s run off with him to have some sort of wild affair?”
Myron Banks was an eighty-seven year old campaign donor with a bad hip and a bald spot which flies could probably skate on. Despite his advanced age, he still showed up at almost every Democratic political event, and he’d been one of the biggest donors to my father’s election campaign so far. His last name was a perfect match for him; the guy was as rich as Croesus.
Under the desk, Lina tried to stifle a giggle at the thought of running away with the wealthy octogenarian, and I coughed loudly to cover it up.
Dad rolled his eyes. “I don’t think Myron Banks has been able to walk without a frame for twenty years, let alone run off with anyone. Anyway, come back downstairs. There’s some people I want you to meet. I’m sure Lina will turn up somewhere.”
“Yeah, she’s probably just in the bathroom.”
Dad put his hand on my upper back, and we exited the room. I didn’t dare look over my shoulder, lest I draw any more suspicion to the office where Lina was still hiding.
Fuck, she was amazing.
It’d been a few weeks since we’d first hooked up, and in the time since, we’d been stealing every moment together which we could. It wasn’t exactly easy, and I knew the guilt of our relationship was weighing on both of our shoulders, but we’d figure something out eventually. Obviously we couldn’t tell anyone about us while the election campaign was still going on, but once my father had either been defeated or elected, we’d try to come clean, as messy as the fallout might end up being. It was the right thing to do, but it just wasn’t the right time yet.
I mingled with a few more of the guests for the next ten minutes, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lina finally return to the party. She waved at my father, who gave her a nod and a smile in return, his shoulders sagging with relief as he realized she hadn’t run away to join the circus. He made a beeline for her with a photographer a second later, and I grinned at her from across the room, watching as they posed for photos together.
Ah, the life of a politico’s child...or stepchild. Pose for the cameras, answer all the journalist’s questions correctly, blah blah blah…it was all a game; a bullshit game. No one ever told the truth in interviews or photo spreads, and I doubted they ever would. They told whatever lies they needed to in order to appeal to the largest amount of voters, and most of the time, it worked.
I finally got Lina alone again by the drinks table, and I leaned over, brushing my hand against hers as I pretended to reach for a glass.
“And so we meet again,” I murmured. “Maybe we should take another trip back upstairs..?”
She rolled her eyes. “Are you kidding? We almost got caught!” she said in a hushed voice.
“Yes, I’m kidding. By the way, did you say hi to your boyfriend yet?”
I pointed across the room at Myron Banks, and Lina grinned and elbowed me. “Shut up.”
“He’s talking to your Mom. Maybe he’s asking for her permission to propose to you.”
“Oh, that’d be good,” she said sweetly. “Then I could finally get away from you.”
I grinned. “I know you don’t mean that, princess.”
She looked into my eyes. “You’re right,” she said softly. “I don’t.”
“Good. I want to grab your ass so bad right now,” I replied in a murmur.
I jokingly reached for her, and she slapped my hand away. “Too bad. You’ll have to wait.”
I groaned. “I know.”
I took a sip of my drink and surveyed the room, trying to ignore my raging hormones as Lina’s perfume filled my head.
“Didn’t you say some of your relatives were coming tonight?” Lina asked, glancing around as well. “I haven’t met any of them yet.”
I shrugged. “I thought they might, but I can’t see any of them. Tripp definitely won’t be coming. His Mom and my Dad do not get along. Because of a vase. A fucking vase.”
Lina rolled her eyes. “How ridiculous. Isn’t Tripp the cousin of yours who trains you for your fights?”
“Yeah.”
She chewed on her lower lip at the mention of my fights, and I leaned in and murmured in her ear. “Don’t worry. I told you, I’m quitting. I’m going to tell him tomorrow.”
I’d decided once and for all that I was done with my secret underground identity. It was making life too difficult, and I knew that Lina would never be entirely happy with me until I’d given it up. I couldn’t blame her for that; it made perfect sense. I’d been selfish for keeping it up as long as I had.
“Won’t he be disappointed?” she asked.
“Yeah, but he’ll understand. He’s family; he knows how politics works. It’s almost getting to the mud-slinging stage of Dad’s campaign, y’know. Do you know what that means?”
“Vaguely.”
“It means that all the opposing campaigners will start digging up dirt on each other and launching smear campaigns against the others in order to make themselves look like a better choice. It always happens around about this time; six weeks or so before the election. So that means people from the opposition will be looking far more closely into my Dad’s life, trying to dig up whatever dirt they can on him or any family members. If I don’t quit fighting, they’ll figure it out. Wouldn’t surprise me if we’re both being followed already. Even Lily is probably being checked out.”
“Jesus. I hope not. So you’re really quitting?”
“Yep.”
I expected her shoulders to slump with relief, but instead she looked down at the ground, her body all tensed and nervous.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, desperately wanting to reach out and stroke her face. Of course, I couldn’t; not while we were in full view of the entire party.
“I feel like…I feel as if I forced you to quit. I know you love fighting, and I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of controlling psychopath.”
I shook my head. “Christ, Lina, I don’t think you’re a controlling psycho. I wish I’d listened to you sooner. You were right about everything. I’ve been a selfish fuckhead, and quitting is the right thing to do. It’s for the best for everyone—for me, for the campaign, for my family.”
Yes, for my family…our family, I added mentally, knowing that she was going to be officially part of it very soon. All that served to do was make me feel even guiltier about our relationship. Our parents’ wedding was in just two and a half weeks, and fuck…they were gonna kill us when they found out Lina and I were together.
“Are you sure?” she said.
“Yes. One hundred percent. I was just kidding myself when I thought I needed to do it. I don’t need it.”
“But you use your winnings for charity. It’s not all bad.”
I grinned. It was funny how she’d spent so much time trying to convince me to quit, but now she was feeling bad about it and trying to list all the reasons I shouldn’t quit. But she’d been right the first time. My fighting days were over.
She smiled. “Okay.”
“You should come meet Tripp after I tell him. You haven’t actually met him yet, have you?”
“No, not yet.”
“Well, come meet him. You’ll love him.”
She nodded. “I’m sure I will…”
Chapter 18
Lina
Chase and I were supposed to meet at the gym in an hour or so. I had a bad, sinking feeling about this whole thing, and I wondered if the timing was right for me to meet Tripp. It felt weird since Chase was about to break the news about stopping with the fights. I was sure Tripp would be pissed off, and I didn’t want us to meet while he was in a bad mood.
For the whole day, a gloomy mood had followed me around as I went about my business. I didn’t feel good. I had a horrible headache and an unexplained tummy ache. In my classes at college, I didn’t participate like I usually did, and I even embarrassed myself once when I misunderstood a question about mitochondria.
By the end of the day, I was a wreck—tired, annoyed and in a bad mood in general. I wished I could’ve just crawled into my bed with Chase and pretended nothing else existed, but I’d made a promise to him, and I really wanted to keep it.
I headed to the gym, rushing to get there on time even though I knew I was already running about ten minutes late. It was a gloomy day, too; the weather reflecting my mood. Rain was coming down just heavy enough to make me soaked, and of course, I’d forgotten my umbrella. Since I’d headed to the gym right after my lectures, I didn’t even have time to grab it from home.
I made my way through the downpour until I finally found the gym where Chase practiced. It was an old building with the paint peeling off the façade. Chase had explained that they’d chosen that place because not many people frequented it, and they usually had a whole hall to themselves.
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