Page 44 of The Senator's Secret

Jake pulls his hand out from under my dress like it was never there at all, like I imagined the whole thing. And then the door to the car is opening and he’s helping me out in front of my office building with a wink.

Stay the course, my ass.

Jacob is turning me into a… a… sex fiend! This is unacceptable.

I spend the whole elevator ride with Jake and Gus thinking how great a sex diet would be. We shouldn’t have sex for a while. Sex is bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. It’s clouding my judgement. I would never have let him—or anyone else for that matter—finger me in a car with other people sitting up front. Jake is making me lose my mind.

When we walk down the hall, Carter is there waiting for me with a smile and a cup of coffee. “Morning, boss.”

“Good morning, Carter,” I say distractedly.

“Mind giving us a few minutes?” Jake asks, and I narrow my eyes on him.

“Sure,” Carter responds quietly, and I can tell by the look on his face that I’ll have some explaining to do in about twenty minutes. Here’s to hoping I can distract him with campaign trail planning talk.

“Don’t be mad,” Jake says with a rueful smile playing on his sinful mouth. “I’ll make it better tonight.”

“No, you will not,” I reply, and it comes out much sharper than I meant it to. Jake raises one eyebrow in question. I rush to explain. “We have the One Soldier, One Mission Gala tonight.”

“Fuck,” he bites out, pulling me into his arms. “I forgot. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’d be happy to put you out of your misery now—”

“Absolutely not,” I interrupt, swatting his arm. “I think we need to focus.”

“Focus?”

“Y-yes,” I stammer under the full weight of his gaze. “We need to focus on our mission. Without getting distracted.”

“Distracted?”

What? Is there an echo in here?

“Yes. Distracted. We need to worry more about pulling our bacon out of the fryer and less about sex. Yes?”

“No.”

“I’m glad we agree,” I tell him as I begin bustling around my office and trying to herd him out the door.

“I didn’t agree with you,” he says, and there is a funny look on his face. It’s like a mix of frustration and amusement.

“What?” I ask, but it ends a little shrill, because he pulls me into his arms again.

“I said I don’t agree with you,” he explains gently. “We’re not going to stop kissing and touching.”

“No?” My voice sounds pretty breathless even to my ears.

“No.” He smiles, and those twin dimples wink at me and make me go stupid. “And I’m going to make love to you like I did last night.”

“Okay.”

“And if you run, I’m going to chase you,” he says, and his voice is rough like velvet over broken glass.

“Yeah?”

“And then I’m going to fuck you like I did this morning.”

I open my mouth to reply, but I don’t get a chance, because Jake crushes his mouth to mine, his tongue fighting me for what we both know we need. But I can’t help but feel like half of me wants to run toward him and the other half wants to run far, far away.

I stumble a little and have to take a half step back when he lets go of me. And then with a promise to pick me up in enough time for me to get ready for the gala, he leaves me standing there like an idiot as he walks out of my office.