Scandalous: The Senator's Secret Bride (3 page)

“Room 405. Put it on my tab,” he shouted at the bartender. The man looked at us in confusion and then rolled his eyes again, turning away to keep cleaning the glasses he was working on. John ran towards the elevators, pressing the up button and pulling me inside of the doors when they opened. Pushing me against the wall, he crushed his lips to mine, strong, firm, and searching. I moaned and arched my back, meeting his desire with my own. He grabbed me by the waist and kissed me hard, fueling the flames that already burned in my body as we rose the few floors to his room. The flush over my body grew, my nipples growing hard and a slickness starting in my sex. We tumbled out of the elevator doors, running down the hall like two naughty children and falling into his room as he tapped his key card against the door.
 

“You’re sure you want to do this?” he asked as the door rang shut behind us. “You’re sure—”

“Mmm,” I sighed, interrupting his question with a kiss and pulling his hands back to my body. I shrugged my way out of the summer suit jacket, letting it fall in a soft heap on the floor. Immediately, John’s hands moved to my shirt, his fingers deftly unhooking the buttons. He struggled with the very last one, and growling, he tugged at my shirt. The button popped off and skittered across the floor, and I laughed.
 

“No one sees that last button. Doesn’t matter anyway.”

“A souvenir of our time together.” I let the shirt fall behind me into another puddle of fabric and reached back to unzip my skirt, stepping out of it and the sensible flats I’d worn that day. I watched John’s eyes on my body, taking me in, and even in my conservative black bra and panties, I felt sexy. Like there was something worth wanting about me, like he’d seen some core inside of me that made me more beautiful than any woman he’d ever known. I reached up to his tie and loosened it more. That one sexy look had drawn me in—the tie he wore casually to the side, undone at the end of a long day. He pulled it off the rest of the way as I undid his buttons, my fingers far more patient than his had been. As I reached down to his trousers, the back of my hand brushed against the bulge of his cock, already straining against the fabric of the pants.
 

“Fucking hell,” he groaned. I turned my hand and pressed my palm against his cock—it was hard and hot, straining against his pants. Slowly, I unbuckled him and then moved my hands to his zipper, my fingers brushing over his cock again. His pants fell to the floor, revealing a muscular ass and legs. His cock strained against the fabric of his gray boxer briefs. Slipping my fingers inside of his waistband, I gripped his cock and stroked him, ever so gently. John groaned, pushing me against the wall. “I guess you are pretty sure you want—”

“I’m always sure of what I want. And this, this I want.” The gin had made me brave. Normally, I was the quiet, sweet girl who faded into the background and handled the paperwork. But today, I’d quit my job, had too much to drink, and now I had a thick, hard cock in my hand. None of it seemed like me. I laughed at the thought of it, throwing my head back. The man I barely knew brought one hand to my hair, tangling his fingers in the thick dark curls and pulling ever so slightly, sending a prickle of heat through my body. My sex grew slicker in response, and a moan escaped my lips. I gripped his cock and stroked it, moving my thumb over its head. John traced his fingers over the back of my neck and back, unhooking my bra in one swift motion. My nipples stiffened as my breasts hit the air, and I gasped. He sighed, his eyes locked on my body and pulled my hand away from his stiff cock.
 

“What? I—”

“I just want to look at you,” he said, stepping back. “I just want to look at how beautiful you are.” A hot red flush rose over me. Here I stood, exposed before this man. Another rush of wetness hit my pussy, seeping into my panties. I sighed and brought my hands to my breasts. Never had I been this bold... this sensual. I ran my hands down over my body and pulled down my panties, then stepped out of them, kicking them aside. I sighed as the air hit me where I hadn’t been touched in so long. John slipped off his briefs, staying silent, his eyes glued to mine. I brought my hands down to my pussy, running my fingers over my clit and shuddering as this man—this stranger—watched me. I slipped one finger inside, crying out with a need I’d neglected for so long. A need that I felt only this man could fill. Slowly, John moved to his knees before me and gripped my ass, moving his face close to my sex and taking in my scent. His hot breath hit my clit, sending vibrations of need to the deepest part of my being.
 

“Spread your legs for me, Desiree,” he said. Desiree. That’s not my name. This isn’t me. But I obeyed, moving my legs wide and leaning against his strong hands for support. John leaned in and kissed the tops of my thighs, his thick, dark hair brushing against my skin. He inhaled deeply, taking in my scent, and I blushed. How had this man gotten me to this point? How had my body changed from something I owned... to something filled with such carnal lust? The aching need built inside, and he seemed to sense it, drawing his lips closer and closer to my nub.
 

I arched my back, pushing my body toward him. His tongue darted out, circling my clit once, and then twice. I groaned, an alien sound coming from deep within me. I looked down and tentatively ran my fingers through John’s hair, pulling him in closer. He gripped my hips hard and pushed his tongue inside of me for one moment before pulling away and encircling my clit with his lips. Sucking on it with aching, gentle slowness, his mouth seared hot against my flesh making me moan again, my hands clutching at his hair. The world faded out, my thoughts going blank as the climax swept through me, my legs trembling and nearly giving way beneath me. But John held me still, licking me with strong, tender strokes until I shook again, bucking hard against his face. At the last moment, he bit down very gently, sending another shockwave of pleasure to my center. John pulled away, panting, and stood. He took me into his arms and kissed me, my taste on his lips.

“You taste good,” he murmured in my ear, his voice husky.
 

“Seemed like you thought so.”
 

“Do you want—”

“Stop asking me what I want, and fuck me.” I’m not sure I’d said the last two words in my life—not in a context like this. But now, I pronounced each syllable, leaning into John’s ear and throwing my arms around his neck. My body prickled with heat, even as I said the words. I knew it was what I wanted, and God help me, in that moment I wanted it more than anything.
Damn the consequences.
John growled and lifted me, pulling my legs around his waist. The tip of his cock rested against my cleft, and I cried out. John reached into a suitcase and pulled out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it onto his cock.

“Don’t ask me why I have these. I mean. It’s just in case.” I nodded, laughing and putting my hand over my mouth. He put his hands to my breasts, cupping them gently and pinching each nipple. I gasped, pulling him closer to me with my legs, gripping him as tight as I could. “You’re just so—”

“Beautiful? You said. Now if this is the only night we’re going to be together...” My sex rushed with wetness, pulsing with anticipation. He moved his fingers to my pussy, his fingers moving over the delicate folds. He made small circles over my clit, sending deep shocks through every reach of my nervous system. I opened my mouth to speak again, to say something, to say anything. But no sound came out. John knelt before me on the bed and took me in his arms, hoisting me so that I sat just over the head of his cock.
 

“I’m ready,” I said, my voice coming out in a raspy whisper. I dug my nails into his skin, moving my hips down, sliding myself onto his cock. He gasped and gripped my waist and pushing me onto the bed beneath him. Thrusting himself inside of me, filling me completely, he let out a primal groan, grabbing my hair and pulling it hard. My breath hitched in my throat. I could barely breathe for the pleasure of it... the illicit desire played out behind closed doors. I looked into his eyes, dark blue and filled with passion... no longer sad and distant.
 

Pulling his hips away, he thrust into me hard again, making my conscious mind flicker in and out. Propping himself up, he moved like a piston, crashing into me again and again. My clit throbbed with each movement. I closed my eyes and threw my head back in pleasure as he pushed into me, bucking hard against my hips. He brought his hands to my ass and squeezed hard, his breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps. I gripped him with my thighs and pushed him onto his back. My body desperate to take control, to come again, to use him for my release. He groaned, then moved his hands to my waist.
 

Lifting my body over his, I slid back down onto his cock, grinding my clit against him. This man… this stranger… he had transported me to a state of pure bliss. The world, my life, it faded to fireworks as I used his body, pouring myself against him. My muscles tensed, and I cried out, arching my back as chills ran up my spin. Goosebumps ran over my body, my nipples stiffened, every cell in my body building toward a peak like I’d never known. John gripped me hard and thrust me down onto his cock. I relaxed, giving him control for a moment and looking down into his piercing blue eyes. It couldn’t be that he never did this. He was too
good.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, his voice a lusty groan. I moaned and rocked against him, creating pressure against his skin, the power of his words filling me with primal need. Riding him hard so that I shook his hands loose, the fire rose inside of my body. The tongues of flame licked over my thighs and through the small of my back.
 

The waves of pleasure rose through my body, extending out to every fiber of my being, making my brain go blank again. I moaned and fell against him, the tide of my release receding, leaving the pleasure of a tender ache between my legs, the prickle of sweet relaxation on my body. John rolled me over and plunged into me hard. His hips hit my sensitive flesh, but I could tell he was also near his end. Breathing in shorter and shorter bursts, his abs contracted against my stomach. He tensed once more and let out a growl, then bent down to bite my shoulder.
 

“Come inside me, baby,” I purred, shocked at my own words. John nibbled the flesh of my neck again and bucked hard against me, leaning down to kiss my lips at the last moment. His kiss was violent, hard, the kiss of a man torn and downtrodden… but here, I could comfort him, let him know that he was needed. Even if was only for this brief moment. Letting out a mighty groan, he thrust hard once more and shuddered. I reached up and laced my fingers through his hair again, pulling his lips to mine and kissing him as his body released into mine. He sighed deeply and fell against me, rolling to my side and pulling me into his arms.
 

“That was the finest thing that’s happened to me... in ages.”

“Me too,” I said. He brushed my hair to the side and buried his face in my neck. He inhaled deeply, sighing again as he exhaled.
 

“Now that’s what I call a real woman.”

“How do you know that?” I asked, kissing his forehead and tasting the salt of his sweat.
 

“You just are. Trust me when I say I haven’t been with a woman for a very long time. I’m not even sure if those condoms are seaworthy. I don’t think I’ve actually used one in the past year.”

“Oh god, how romantic. The one in my purse probably isn’t either,” I said, laughing. A tiny panic struck me at my center. This liaison was meant to be easy, painless, a reward for my hard work. Still, everything came with its complications, its obligations. On my way in tomorrow, I’d have to pick up Plan B. I was going to be on the campaign trail, after all, pounding the pavement alongside Kelly. And even if Kelly was careless in love, she wasn’t careless about anything else. If I were going to take my cues from her, I’d take them all the way. I cleared my throat, realizing that the gin was losing its effect in my mind. Reality was quick to settle in after any anomaly like this, and I looked at John, slightly embarrassed.
 

“How did we let ourselves get so carried away?” I kissed him again, still savoring his taste, but with some awkwardness now.
 

“Sometimes it’s just what you do when you meet someone, someone very special. A once in a lifetime moment.” I laughed.

“That sounds like one for the romance books, not for real life. Forgive me if I’m a little bit jaded.” I rolled away from him, awkwardness and embarrassment creeping into my consciousness. The bold girl, the one who had taken what she had wanted, didn’t have a purpose in my psyche anymore. She had gained her sinful prize, and in her place was the regular Sonia. The one who didn’t leave her job or go off to the Four Seasons with strange men. I sat up on the edge of the bed, looking back at him. He was right that the condom didn’t look terribly safe. It looked old. I stepped off the bed and walked toward the bathroom, still naked but conscious of my naked self now. This pleasure, as perfect as it had been, was brief. I might never find anything like it again, but it was time to pick up and move on...
Wasn’t it?

“Hey, where are you going?” John hopped up beside me, no more graceful than I was. I couldn’t help but laugh. We humans are such a strange species with our dramas.
 

“To the bathroom. And then home. I’m starting a new life tomorrow, and I’ve got to get some sleep.”
 

“It’s not even midnight.”

“Well that’s good,” I retorted. “I don’t want to turn into a pumpkin. Or a maid. Whichever Cinderella turns back into.” He caught my arm and pulled me close to him. He kissed me, and I felt myself falling into that void of desire again.
 

“You won’t. Just let me fall asleep beside you tonight. Just let me pretend that you’re mine.” I closed my eyes and imagined myself jumping off that cliff into the abyss in front of me, staying the night and getting John’s phone number. It would end in disaster, in distraction. And that wasn’t what I was about. I was about getting my work done and moving on to greater things in life. And a man—even a great romance—it wasn’t one of the things I needed or wanted. I looked into John’s deep blue eyes, thinking that they looked like midnight itself. But I couldn’t, I wouldn’t, go there. John kissed me again, but I grew stiff in his arms, pulling away and gathering up my clothes from the floor.