Page 23 of The Senator's Secret

I take too long deciding, because he’s standing before me and I haven’t even moved. Shit. Jake takes another sip from his glass before holding it up to my lips. I open them just enough for him to pour a sip into my mouth. The move is so intimate, so raw.

“Going somewhere?” he asks, and it’s like he knows. Jake always knows everything about me.

“Oh, ya know….” I hedge.

“I thought you were going to keep me company while I ate my dinner,” he says as he sets the wine glass aside.

“I am,” I say hesitantly as he nudges his hips between my thighs while my legs dangle off the countertop. “But your dinner is over there.” I nod to his plate sitting off to the side. He doesn’t even look toward it; no, Jake keeps his eyes firmly locked on mine.

“I think I found something I want even more.”

And then he grips the back of my neck in his strong hand and crushes his mouth to mine in an earth-shattering kiss like I have never felt before. I feel his length, hard as steel, press against my center, and I gasp into his mouth. Jake does not hesitate, licking into mine. He tastes me and owns me all at once. My body is his to master, and I was foolish to think otherwise.

I arch into him, pressing my pussy against his erection. My entire body feels on fire. I’m engulfed in the flames he created, and I can’t stop it. I rock my hips again and again against him as the pressure builds and builds.

He slides his hand under the hem of my sweatshirt and up, over the smooth skin of my belly and higher until his palm covers my unbound breast. He squeezes it as his hand flexes involuntarily. The minor pain only seems to drive me wilder, and I whimper into his mouth for more.

“Fuck,” he bites out as he trails his mouth over my cheek and down to the side of my neck.

“More,” I pant as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and he grinds his still-covered cock against my center, hitting my clit in a way that has me begging for release.

My movements become more frantic as I undulate against him. I’m so desperate. I need this climax that’s barreling down on me like I need air. Jake sucks the skin on the side of my neck as he pinches my nipple between his thumb and index finger. Hard.

And I come.

Wave after wave rolls through me, and I barely register Jake sliding my sweatshirt up and over my head, exposing me to his view, and I don’t even care. I feel the wet heat of his mouth as he draws my nipple deep into his mouth before letting it go with a pop.

He pulls my leggings down my thighs just enough to expose my bare pussy to his view. The heated way he stares at me makes me want to rip them to shreds and beg him to fill me.

“Fuck,” he grits out when he covers my core with his palm. “I could feel how hot you are for me through your clothes.”

“Yes,” I pant as he slides two fingers into me and begins to pump them.

“Say you want me like I want you,” he demands as he uses his other hand to free one of my legs from my pants and then the other as his fingers continues to drive me higher and higher.

“Yes. I want you!” I shout as he throws my leggings to the floor.

“Thank fuck,” he bites out before crushing his mouth to mine as he holds me up by the back of my neck. I would fall to the countertop if it weren’t for him holding me. “I need to feel you come around my fingers.”

“Yes.”

“And then against my mouth,” he says, and he sounds like he needs it as much as I do, which by the way his thumb swipes against my clit over and over as he pumps his fingers into me again and again, is desperately.

“Yes.”

“And then around my cock. Fuck you’re so fucking wet. You’re sopping with it, and I can’t wait to lick it all up.”

I can’t even talk. I’m so close to the edge that words evade me. I need him so badly. And he knows it. Jake Chancellor seems to know every inch of my body better than I do myself. He sees me and knows exactly what I need to take me there, and he does so ruthlessly.

He growls when I tip my head back on my shoulders. I’m so lost to the sensations as he pumps his hand again and again.

This is it. I’m on the cusp of awesomeness. He reaches between us for his belt buckle. Yes! This is it. I need to be filled by him so badly. Our bodies are about to be one. I gasp as he presses down on my clit with his thumb.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m about to come.

And then his phone rings.

“Fuck!” Jake barks, and it’s not a happy in the moment one.