Page 51 of The Senator's Secret

The front door snicks closed behind me, the sound deafening in the quiet house. Something changed between us in the car on the way home, and I don’t know what or how.

I glance at him over my shoulder. The sight of Jake in his tux with his collar open at the neck displaying his tanned skin takes my breath away. We’re not together, but we’re not apart either. I’m so confused, and at the same time, I’m so drawn to him.

He takes a measured step toward me, and then another and another.

“Jake,” I whisper.

He scoops me up in his arms like the bride I’m pretending to be, like I’m cherished and loved, and strides purposefully up the stairs. He doesn’t stop until he’s standing beside the bed. Jake slowly lowers me down his body to stand before him. His eyes never leave mine.

I watch with rapt attention, barely blinking as he lets his suit jacket slide down his arms, and then he tosses it to the padded bench that sits at the foot of the bed before reaching for me. He guides me without words to turn around. He deftly tucks his fingers into the top of my dress and lowers the zipper, letting the material part and fall to the floor where it pools around my feet.

Jake scoops me up in his arms and drops me to sit on the edge of the bed while he picks up my princess dress like it’s the most precious thing in the world and not an overpriced hunk of material. Carefully, he lays it down on the padded bench over his jacket before prowling back around to the side of the bed to stand before me.

There’s something about the arms of a man as the tendons and muscles tighten and flex as he unbuttons his cuffs. Jake is no different. His strong fingers flick each stud open one by torturous one then down the front of his pristine white shirt before the blessed material finally parts and he shrugs the garment off, letting it fall to the floor.

I feel the heat coming off his muscular chest and arms in waves as he reaches around me and flicks open the hooks holding my strapless bra closed, leaving me sitting here in nothing but my Cinderella Louboutins. Jake takes a half step back and watches me from under hooded eyes as he opens his belt and unzips his slacks. He toes off his dress shoes and socks before pushing his black boxer briefs down his legs with his pants.

His cock stands long and tall from his body, and I lean forward, placing a kiss to the very tip of him. He lets out a rough rumble from deep in his chest and tunnels his fingers in my hair. His reaction turns me on, and I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his shaft. I place soft, open-mouth kisses to the underside of him and the tip again before slowly taking him into my mouth. I hum as I lick and suck the salty taste of him, while a burning need grows stronger between my legs.

Jake’s eyes glow brightly as he watches me. He watches my cheeks pinken and my nipples tighten, my obvious reaction to his pleasure. And then his eyes dip down to where his hard length disappears into my mouth over and over again, and he swells so much that my jaw aches, but I don’t want to stop. It’s when my hips give an involuntary swivel on the bed, seeking a little relief of my own, that he slips from mouth and tosses me farther up the mattress like I weigh nothing at all.

“You like it, don’t you?” he rumbles as he grabs one of my ankles and plucks my heel from my foot, tossing it over his shoulder like it didn’t cost three thousand dollars.

“What?” I ask. My voice is breathy and needy.I’mneedy. I need Jake to put out the fire he lights in me.

“You get off on me and my pleasure,” he clarifies as he chucks my other very expensive shoe to the floor. “Are you hot from sucking my cock, Grace?”

“Yes,” I whisper as he climbs up the bed. My legs fall open for him to settle in between them, but he stops short, denying me what I want most.

“If I touched your pussy right now, would you be wet for me?” He sits back on his knees and waits for my answer, even though the evidence of my arousal is currently on display for him to see for himself.

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl,” he praises as he leans forward and braces himself on one arm as he looms over me. He runs the tip of his cock up and down my seam over and over again, letting it dip in just the tiniest bit and then pulling back out. I let out a whimper, because I want it so much.

And then he slides all the way in.

I let out a hiss as he fills me, as he stretches me. I don’t think I will ever get used to the feeling of Jake’s much larger body as he masters my much smaller one. And I hope I never do.

I rock my hips to meet his as he slowly pulls out to the tip and then glides back in. I rake my nails down his shoulders and then smooth them back up again as he sets a leisurely pace of slip and slide between us.

I feel like a dam about to burst, and Jake acts like he has all the time in the world.

“Faster,” I plead.

“No.” He continues to stoke the slow-building burn inside me.

“Please,” I beg. I scratch at his shoulders and then grip them tight in my hands.

“No.” Oh, God, I need him to hurry, before I burst into flames. “You had a fast fuck in the car, and now I want slow.”

“It’s too slow,” I babble. “Baby, it’s too slow. I need…I need.”

“I know what you need,” he says as he wraps my legs around his waist and pushes up so he’s sitting on his knees again with my ass in his lap. This new angle pushes him deep, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “And I’ll give it to you.”

My head and shoulders are the only parts of me touching the bed now as my body arches back like a rainbow from where he holds me around his hips. He holds me suspended, the push and pull of his cock the only thing keeping me tethered, and he moves faster, pumps harder into my waiting body.

“Yes,” I pant, and the knowing smirk on his face would usually annoy me, but right now, I am so close it’s clearly deserved.