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Then a hand cupped her cheek and she opened her eyes to find him looking down at her.
She was dismayed to feel the prickle of tears. “I didn’t know where you were.”

Stephen moved closer. “I’m right here, angel. I’m not going anywhere.” His heated
gaze roamed over her bound body. “You look like a work of art I can’t afford. No one
could take their eyes off of you.”

She was already hearing moans and the sounds of paddles and chains. Ken was discussing
a tricky knot with his mentee, but she knew she’d be returned to solid ground soon.
Too soon. “I think the shows over, Stephen. It sounds like the party is just getting
started.”

He glanced around and his eyebrows rose. “They must be blind. I could look at you
all night.”

“All night?”

Bending down, he kissed her cheek and traced her parted lips with his fingers. “No.
Not like this. I need you naked in my bed.”

She trembled and the ropes trembled with her. She sucked one of his fingers into her
mouth and he groaned.

“Tanaka?” Stephen called, impatient. “Can you get Natasha out of this?”

Ken moved closer, caution in his tone. “I don’t know, Senator. Can you stop treating
her like a paid escort?”

“Ken,” Tasha released Stephen’s finger from her mouth and sighed. “Please.”

Stephen glared at Ken over her bound body, but he didn’t argue with him. “Just get
her down.”

The sounds of pain and pleasure were growing louder in the room as Ken worked her
loose, lowering her to her feet. She wove unsteadily while he dealt with her cradle
and harness, and Stephen stepped forward to grip her waist with his strong hands.

Once she looked up into his eyes, she couldn’t look away. She wasn’t sure how long
it took Ken to remove the last of the rope and rub the circulation back into her limbs.
At some point Stephen released her so he could slip out of his jacket and wrap it
around her trembling shoulders.

“I’m betting our state representative will deal with your aftercare,” Ken murmured,
surprising her with his proximity. “Senator? Could you at least take her up to your
room? You’re making the orgy participants uncomfortable.”

She would have laughed, but she couldn’t respond, couldn’t see anything but deep Finn-blue.

Stephen picked her up in his arms. “Can you lift your legs around me?”

She locked her ankles behind his back obediently, wrapping her arms around his neck
as he turned and somehow made his way through the crowd without falling over anyone
mid-sex party.

Tasha kissed him, and he groaned hotly into her mouth. She had no idea how they got
up the stairs, but she drew back for a breath in time to see a red-faced Brady holding
open their bedroom door. “All clear.”

She could have told him he didn’t have to worry, that Ken had solved that problem,
but that would mean she had to stop kissing Stephen long enough to have a conversation.
She didn’t have the willpower for that. Not now.

She needed him.

As soon as the door closed Stephen fell to his knees with her still in his arms, lowering
her until her back was on the floor, his jacket spread out beneath her.

His mouth left hers to travel down her neck, biting and kissing her bare skin as though
he hadn’t had her for years instead of hours. As though he’d never get enough. Tasha
ran her hands through his hair, tightening her legs around his waist and lifting her
hips wantonly, trying to show him what she needed.

He growled, his mouth over the black lace of her bra. “Too many clothes.”

“Shred it,” she whispered. “I want your mouth on me.”

He tore a hole in the lace with his fingers and wrapped his lips around her nipple,
sucking her hard into his mouth.

“Yes,” she cried, her body already on fire with adrenaline and lust.

He moved away, kissing his way down to her stomach, continuing to caress her breast
with one hand and using the other to destroy the lace of her underwear so he could
get at her wet sex.

“
Oh God
, Stephen.”

“Need you,” he moaned, moving lower until his lips were closing over her clit. “Need
to taste you.”

Tasha lifted her legs over his shoulders and tugged his head closer. He moaned in
response, tracing her folds with his tongue and pressing it against her clit.

“More,” she demanded raggedly. “
Please
.”

So good. Her hips lifted again. Desperate. She couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t
get him deep enough to ease the ache inside her.

The sounds he was making when his tongue filled her vibrated against her sensitive
skin, making her shudder. “Yes.
Oh God, yes.
Fuck me.
Fuck me
, Stephen.”

A pained noise escaped his chest, and then he was leaning over her with her legs still
over his shoulders as he reached down to swiftly undo his pants.

That first, hard thrust made them both moan in mindless pleasure. Her hands fell to
her sides and Stephen’s covered them, tangling their fingers as he started to move.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” His deep voice was nearly unrecognizable with need. “Too
rough.”

“I want it rough,” she assured him, breathless. “I want it hard, Stephen. I need you
to fuck me.”

“Jesus.” His hips instantly responded to her demand with a punishing rhythm. “
Fuck
.”

He lowered his mouth to hover over hers, drinking in her screams as he pumped against
her without mercy. His cock filled and stretched her with every stroke, her position
leaving her open and helpless to do anything but take whatever he gave her.

Yes.

“Love fucking you,” he growled against her parted lips. “You feel so good, angel.
It’s never been this good.”

She had no breath left to talk. All she could do was gasp and squeeze his fingers
tightly, holding onto him like a lifeline when his thrusts increased. When she thought
he couldn’t go deeper, he did. Deeper…faster…harder… “Oh God!”

Her orgasm caught her by surprise, electricity arcing through her and setting her
world on fire. Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears. Her lungs were burning, greedy
for air. She could feel the powerful contractions inside her clenching around his
shaft.

When he made a sound like a roar and froze against her, she knew he felt it too.

“Natasha,” he groaned. “I…
Fuck
!”

His hips jerked and he was coming— the hot pulse of his release was filling her. Marking
her.

Marking her.

Shit.

She was shaking by the time he lifted his head from her neck. His eyes told her he’d
come to the same realization, probably at the same time.

He hadn’t used a condom.

He pulled out and stood up, tugging her to her feet with their hands still linked.
She tried to move away but he shook his head, walking with her toward the bathroom.

She watched numbly as he turned on the shower and then released her hand to loosen
his tie. She glanced over at the mirror—it showed Stephen fully dressed, his thick
penis dangling from the open placket of his pants, and her in the tattered remnants
of her bra and newly crotchless panties, with semen on her thighs. The image would
be a perfect dictionary example for the definition of sordid.

But it hadn’t felt sordid. The way they’d come together had felt inevitable. Necessary.

She’d never made such a dumb mistake.

Naked now, Stephen removed what was left of her underthings and tugged her into the
shower beside him. He found her liquid soap and a washcloth and began to lather her
body. He smoothed the cloth across shoulders and down her arms, over her breasts,
sides, and belly…

Tasha put her hand on his wrist but it didn’t stop him from washing between her legs.
Methodically. Tenderly.

“I’m sorry, Natasha,” he said over the sound of rushing water. “If you’re wondering,
I’m healthy and this is the first time since I was fifteen that I didn’t use protection.”

She leaned against the tile, her body tingling as he continued to clean away the evidence
of their recklessness. “Me too. I mean, I’ve never…and I get checked on a regular
basis. Safety first is usually my motto.”

His lips tilted in a soft smile. “It didn’t feel that good. When I was fifteen, I
mean. Being inside you was—it was like heaven, Natasha. I’m sorry for being irresponsible,
but I won’t lie and say I regret getting to experience that.”

It
had
been different. Better. There’d been nothing between them…and it couldn’t happen
again. “I hope you have a good memory, Senator, because that was a one-time event.”

His smile disappeared. “Of course.”

She looked down pointedly. “I think I’m clean now.”

He’d been massaging her sex with the washcloth as they spoke. Laughing ruefully, he
dropped his hand and stepped behind her so she could rinse off.

Tasha pushed her face into the stream of hot water, silently berating herself for
letting that happen. How many Rivera cousins were bound to people they’d forgotten
to wear a condom with? If you asked her father, Tasha was an accident too. But knowing
her mother as well as she did, she wasn’t so sure.

Stephen’s hands dropped to her hips and she felt his erection brush against her back.
She turned around, shaking her head in disbelief.

“That’s not possible, Stephen. Did someone slip a blue pill into your water at dinner?
Because that,” she pointed at his hardening shaft. “Is not possible.”

He smiled. “You’re forgetting Las Vegas. You were wrong then too.”

Shit. He was a sex machine. “Well stop it.”

“Never.”

She sighed, her body already responding to the possibility of more. “It’s not fair.
You’re supposed to rethink your life choices and debate nunneries after a slip-up
like this, not contemplate how long it will take to grab a condom so you can go for
round two.”

He pulled her closer, his hands cupping her ass and spreading her cheeks. “The nunnery
is not for you, angel. But don’t worry. No condom necessary.”

It was clear what he had in mind. “You Finns are all ass men.”

His eyes narrowed dangerously. “How about you not mentioning other men, particularly
my relatives, when I’m seducing you in the shower. Deal?”

“Deal.”

He kissed her shoulder. “I want you more every time, Natasha. How is that possible?
You’re addictive.”

“
Where
do you want me, Senator?”

He reached over her head and grabbed a bottle of lube from the selection of personal
care products. “I hate the man, but I approve of his decorating decisions. And I want
you sitting on my lap.”

Stephen sat down on the bench seat in the shower and patted his thighs. “Turn around.”

She stared at the fogged up shower door as he massaged the lube between her cheeks
and slipped one slick finger inside her. It hit her that no one was submitting or
dominating, no one was fighting for control…they were just enjoying each other.

She liked it all. She—

“Oh,
Stephen
.” He’d added a second finger, scrambling her thoughts. As he pumped them inside her
ass, Tasha reached out with both hands for balance, spreading her legs and bending
at the waist. “God, that’s…”

“I know.” His voice was low and sinful. He drew his fingers out slowly. “Sit back
and straddle my thighs. I can’t wait to feel this luscious ass with nothing between
us.”

She lowered herself cautiously, letting Stephen guide her. When she felt the head
of his bare cock she shivered, then blew out and pushed down, the fullness making
her groan.

“Fuck, Natasha,” he swore. “So hot and tight. Can you take more? Are you ready for
more?”

In answer she braced herself again, pushing down with agonizing care until every inch
of his erection was inside her and her back was pressed against his chest.

“Can we sit like this for a minute?” she gasped, shaking. “You’re just…I’m still sensitive.”

Stephen slid his arms around her, cupping her heavy breasts with his hands, his muscles
flexing and shuddering against her. “As far as I’m concerned, we can sit like this
forever. If I die of hard-on, just don’t let them take pictures.”

She struggled to relax around him, breathing deeply, each breath pressing her breasts
against his hot palms. Her nipples hardened.

“Mmm,” he hummed, kissing her shoulder. “Have I mentioned how much I love your breasts?”

“Once or twice.”

One hand dropped between her thighs and cupped her sex. “What about this? Have I told
you how much I love this?”

“My pussy?” She smiled sassily. “You can say it, you know. You’ve done enough to it
in the last few days to have earned the right.”

His fingers tightened, slipping through the arousal there and finding her clit. “
My
pussy,” he responded wickedly. “You said it belonged to me.”

God yes.
“For the moment.”

His other hand left her breast and went to her throat, his thumb forcing her chin
toward him. “Mine,” he repeated, lowering his mouth to hers with an urgency she hadn’t
expected. A hunger she craved.

As quickly as that, she was lost again, moaning into his mouth and pressing his hand
harder against her sex. Needing him inside her. Needing him everywhere.

He broke the kiss and took a shaky breath. “I can handle this pussy, Natasha. I want
you to play with your breasts for me.”

She lifted her breasts, pinching her nipples, and he groaned. “Yeah, baby. Oh, angel,
you know you can take more than that.”

One finger slid into her sex, the fit tighter because of the erection filling her
ass. “
Stephen
.”

“
Fuck.
Touch yourself for me, angel. I might have been wrong about how long I could last
like this.”

He brought both hands to her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, sending heat through
her body. “Don’t wait.”