Page 29 of The Senator's Secret
“Show. Me.”
I touch my middle finger to my clit and practically cry out at the pressure. Sweet relief is within reach if only I take it—and Jake wants me to take it. I circle my fingers once, and then twice, reveling in the feel of my hand while Jake watches.
“That’s it,” he coos. “Faster. You like it faster, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I know, baby,” he says, leaning farther over the desk toward me. “I know how you like it. I know what you need to take you there.”
“Yes.” Oh fuck, I’m so close. I’m going to make myself come sitting at my desk with my fake live-in lover watching from the other side, and there is nothing in this world I want more than to do exactly that.
“I bet you’d like it if I bent you over this desk, with your ass in the air and your pussy dripping for my cock. Wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, yes.”
“I would slide in nice and slow at first and let you adjust to my size, but only for a second.”
“Mm-hm,” I pant as I circle my fingers faster and faster, pressing harder and harder. Oh, God, I want this.
“And then I would pump into your tight pussy hard and fast. Over and over again.”
“Oh, God,” I moan. I close my eyes so I can see and feel his words. I want nothing else but for him to do exactly as he says. “Please.”
“I would lean over you, cover you with my body, my chest pressed tight to your back while I ride you hard and fast,” he growls low.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. “I’m going to come.”
“I know, baby.”
“Oh, God.”
“Not God, honey,” he says just as I’m about to tumble headfirst over the edge. “Jacob is the name you’ll scream when you come.”
And then he clamps his hand over mine, forcing the flat of my fingers against my clit, effectively stopping my detonation in its tracks at T-minus two seconds to go. I cry out at the loss just as his other hand grips my hair, tipping my head back as he crushes his mouth to mine and thrusts his tongue inside, owning me.
This is clearly my punishment. Maybe no one gets to come after all.
When he rips his mouth away at the exact moment he snatches my panties from my very body, he still leans in close. “Now, you’ll have something to think on while you wait for me.”
“What makes you think I won’t finish myself off when you leave?” I snap.
“You won’t.” He smirks. “I’ll know it if you do, and I’ll punish you again. But if you ride out the want and be patient like a good girl, I’ll make it worth it to you when I pick you up this evening.”
And with that, he lowers my skirt to cover my lap before turning on his heels and walking out of my office, with my panties in his coat pocket and my dignity out the window.
“Hearts break all over the Tri-state Area. It looks like a certain politician is officially off the market.”
Chapter 8
Complicated
Imust have sat in my chair for ages—it could have been minutes, hours; who knows? I only know I wasn’t there for days in my mind, because Jake had left me with an ominous warning that he would definitely be back to collect me at the end of the workday. And as he still hadn’t darkened my office door for a second time yet today, I can only guess that means it’s still Monday.
Well, shit.
Eventually, Carter came to collect me. We had a pre-trial hearing at the courthouse this morning. He handed me the case file and briefed me in the cab on the way. Our client was going through a messy divorce and wanted his prenuptial agreement thrown out, because he’d gotten caught with his penis in a person who was not his wife.
I would never have taken a case like this. Men like this disgust me. They think the rules don’t apply to them, and if they have enough money, they would be correct. The partners are clearly testing me and my loyalties. I met with their client and handled their pre-trial motions, and then I marched into the stuffy corner offices and reminded them that if they try to pass off bullshit cases like this scumbag’s on me again, I will be out their doors faster than they can say “my bad” and hang my own shingle across town.