Page 28 of The Senator's Secret

“Fine.” I push out a frustrated sigh. The last twenty-four hours does not bode well for my future if every time I have a say about something, Jake argues me out of it. With slumped shoulders and a defeated air around me, I slink off to my office. In all truth, I was hoping he’d decide I lost enough for the morning and we could retreat to our corners so we could come out swinging again tonight.

I was wrong.

I drop my bag on my desk and am just rounding the heavy piece of wood when I hear the door to my office snick closed and the lock turn over. The sounds boom in my quiet space like a shotgun blast, and I drop into my office chair.

“W-w-what are you doing?”

“I think you forgot something,” Jacob says confidently, and for the life of me, I can’t think of what I could’ve forgotten. There’s something about him that makes me nervous, on edge, so it’s entirely likely I did.

“What’s that?”

“You forgot to give me a goodbye kiss. Now, what will everyone think if they saw?” he prompts, and I think,Well that’s easy enough to remedy.

“But no one did see,” I reply. “So it doesn’t matter.”

“Oh, but I think it does.”

“Do you want a kiss?” I ask, and it sounds more breathless than I would have wanted, but he makes me so nervous… and turned on. I like his bossy side, yet I will never admit that out loud.

“I do,” he answers, and I press my hands to the arms of my chair to stand up, but he waves a hand to stop me. “But not yet.”

I tip my head to the side and study him. “I don’t understand.”

“I know,” he replies low in his throat almost like a growl. “So I’m going to explain it to you.”

“Okay.”

“Last night, you did not sleep in my bed,” he says as he ticks my transgressions off on his fingertips. “And then you locked the door to the room, so I couldn’t get to you. Then you didn’t wake up in my arms or with my mouth on your pussy, because of the previously mentioned. And then you stepped in front of Gus, which could have been incredibly dangerous—”

“But it wasn’t,” I interrupt.

“In another time, it could have been,” he growls back, still counting that on a finger. “And then you did not kiss me goodbye. So now you have earned a punishment.”

“Wh-what?” I stammer. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am,” Jacob purrs. “I want you to lean back in your chair and spread your pretty legs for me. You’ll do that, won’t you, baby?”

He’s not really going to punish me, right? I thought that was a thing that only happened in books. And still, I’m hurt by the way that he walked away from me like he did last night. Can I really do this? Can I let him look his fill while I sit at the desk that makes me feel powerful? Am I powerful in this moment or does he hold all of the cards? And then I realize, maybe I can be powerful too. Maybe it doesn’t have to be him or me. Maybe there’s power in me letting him take. We’re in a situation that can’t be helped and, Jake is right, we could make the best of it. We could give in to this uncontrollable passion and let the wildfire burn or we could slowly hate each other when he seeks fulfillment in someone else.

So I make my decision to jump of the cliff with him. How bad could one little punishment be if we both get to come in the end?

“Yes,” I whisper, because as much as I hate it, I don’t want to stop it either, so my hold on the arm rests tightens as I lean back in my chair and spread my legs as wide as my skirt will allow. My whole body feels like it’s on fire as my skin flushes with embarrassment and arousal.

“Good girl,” he says as he slowly stalks a little bit closer to me. He stands just on the other side of my desk and watches me closely. “Lift that sexy skirt for me. Show me your panties.”

My breath catches in my throat, and with a shaky hand I reach out and slide the pleated silk up my thighs, keeping my eyes locked on Jake’s the entire time. He drops his palms to the top of my desk with a heavy thud, making me jump a little.

“That’s my girl.” Oh how I would want to be his girl, but we both know we’re nothing but these stolen moments. He might make my body sing, but that goes for almost every other woman in New York. I’m nothing special, and we both know it. “Now push those little panties aside and show me your pussy.”

I hook my fingertips around the gusset and pull it to the side, exposing to him exactly how much he affects me.

“Mmmm,” he hums, and I swear I feel the sound between my legs. I barely hold back a whimper. “Tell me, are you wet for me?”

“Yes,” I whisper, even though the proof is there right before his eyes.

“Touch yourself,” he softly commands. “Show me how you make yourself come when no one is looking. Do you rub your pretty pink clit like I did last night?”

“Yes.”