Page 53 of The Senator's Secret
Well, shit.
“Nope, nothing to report here,” I lie through my teeth with my eyes wide.
“All right, I’ll let you make that play… for now,” he says before pressing his mouth to mine in a kiss that sweeps me away. I cling to his shoulders until he pulls back and looks in my eyes. “But if you feel like issuing an audible, I’m all ears.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
The look Jake gives me says we both know I’m lying, but it’s okay for now. Instead, he kisses that spot behind my ear that drives me wild while he settles between my legs, pushing them apart as he lays over me, belly to belly. The feeling of his hard length pressed against my pussy hot and hard but also unmoving has me squirming beneath him to relieve some pressure.
“Is there something you want, Grace?” Jake asks me as he pulls back ever so slightly to glide the underside of his cock through my wetness and grind against my clit.
“Yes, dammit.” I close my eyes and try and arch my body against his for a better angle but until Jake lets me, it’s no use.
“What’s that?” He repeats the move, and I feel like I might die.
“You.”
And then he pulls back just enough to line up the very tip of him and slide all the way in. We both groan at the feel of our connection.
“I want you too,” he says as he pulls back and plunges back in. It’s a steady push and pull. There are not fancy moves this morning, just a primal joining of him and me. “You can tell me when you’re ready.”
No, I won’t. I can never tell Jacob Chancellor that I am in love with him. Never again.
He takes my hands in each of his and holds them on either side of my head as he moves in and out of my body, leading us both to the climax that waits at the end. It washes over me wrapped up in his arms safe and sound, and I love every bit of it as much as it kills me. Jake pulls out at the last moment, and hot ropes of his cum splash across my belly.
He heard me. The fact that Jake hears me, he sees me for who I really am and continues to stay, does heady things to me. It only drives that love deeper into my chest.
“I’ll wait until you’re ready to say them,” he says with all the confidence in the world as he leads me to the shower.
What he doesn’t say is that he loves me too.
Life’s a real bitch like that.
“Life with the senator has gone to the dogs.”
Chapter 16
Halo
“You’re beautiful,” Jake says when I finally make my way into the kitchen.
“Thank you.” I shyly brush a lock of hair back that’s come free from my messy bun.
After we showered, Jake threw on a pair of well-worn jeans and a black T-shirt before pulling a hoodie that had “NAVY” stitched across his chest over it, declaring he was going to make a pot of coffee as he padded out of the room in his bare feet. And why are bare feet sexy? So I followed his lead and pulled on my favorite pair of jeans, the really stretchy kind that feel more like leggings than jeans but make your backside look really good too, a light-blue long-sleeved T-shirt with a scooped neck and tugged on my favorite NYU crew neck over it. I did light makeup in soft, shimmery pinks and nudes and dried my hair before twisting it up on top of my head in a messy bun with a few strategically placed pins. It’s a cute weekend look, but it’s nothing in comparison to the knockout he brought home last night. It’s not beautiful, but it’ll do.
I pour myself a cup of coffee and notice for the first time there is a big, fluffy cat sitting in Jake’s lap like he belongs there, while Jake happily drinks his coffee and reads his email on his phone. My life is so weird. I feel less like Cinderella and more like Alice when she fell down the rabbit hole.
“So, what’s on tap for today?” he asks me.
“I usually go to the animal shelter and help out there for a bit, and then I go check on the Open Arms project. Then I have a date with Jules afterward.” While our standing date is for every other Saturday, Jules had sent me a text yesterday asking if we could double down on our weekend plans. I think it’s her way of wanting to check in since my life seems to be moving along at warp speed these days.
“That sounds like a solid plan to me,” he says as he gently sets the cat on the floor and drops his mug in the sink. “Do we change before dinner or is it burger casual?”
“You’re coming too?” I ask and cringe at the hopeful tone in my voice.
Jake smiles gently and nods. “Yeah, I’d like to spend the day with you.”
“Okay.” I’m not sure what to make of this. This sweet, almost shy side of Jake. Like all of the other pieces that he’s shown me—the good and the bad—I like them.