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I melt, literally melt into him. This guy knows all the right
words to say. Our lips and tongues begin a passionate dance. His reassuring
arms around me tell me that he wants this as much as I do.
Before I can stop myself, my legs wrap around his waist, and his
hands are firmly cupping my behind. This feels a bit like déjà vu. I pray that
I’m not denied a third time.
His erection presses against my lace thong. What an erotic feeling
it is. I grind my pelvis against his, picking up where we left off.
“You want this?” he asks in a deep voice that cracks a little at
the end of his question.
“Yes,” I moan into his mouth.
We move upstairs as my hands rake through his hair, our lips never
pausing. When we reach the top, I say, “Door to the left at the end of the
hall.”
I don’t bother worrying about whether or not the sheets are clean
on the bed, or if I brought down my water cup from last night. For the first
time in a long time, I forget. I forget that I’m the White House Chief of Staff
to the President of United States of America. I forget that in less than a
year, I’m out of a job. I forget that I have to figure out what I want to do
with the rest of my life. I’m just Rachael Early, desperately wanting to be
with this man because I like him, and he likes me. There’s no agenda or social
climbing. This feels like a real relationship, and damn, it is amazing.
He places me on my feet when we enter my room. I have no clue
where my heels are, and I don’t care.
He stares at my dress as if it’s his mortal enemy.
I reach to the side and slide the zipper down.
“Ah . . . A hidden zipper, put there to confuse men.” He smirks as
he pulls the dress over my head and unlatches my bra. A low, throaty moan
escapes his lips as his eyes travel up and down my body.
I feel so exposed. I would normally wear a sexy piece of lingerie
that hides the fact that my breasts never went through puberty. I’m on display.
Vulnerable. Open. No man since Aiden
has seen how flat my chest really is. Instantly, I want to grab for a blanket
and cover myself. He must sense my panic because he grasps my hands in his.
“You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.” His eyes are hooded as they
gaze upon me. I look down at the hard erection that is straining against his
dress slacks. “You see that? That’s all because of you.”
I feel wanton and desirable. Two new emotions that I’ll add to the
list.
Without a response, I launch myself at him. He catches me as I
wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine. The sweetness in our
passion is gone as the air becomes thick with lust. I want him to know how much
his acceptance means to me.
He turns us around, and carefully lowers me onto my bed. I
scramble to my knees, reaching up to remove his silver tie. It falls somewhere
near my nightstand. I’m frenzied, wanting and needing this connection now.
He grabs my hands as I go for the buttons on his shirt. His eyes glow with amusement. “This isn’t a
race, beautiful girl. We have all night.” He turns my palms over and gently
kisses the underside of each wrist.
I nod, and unbutton his shirt with care.
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