by Chloe Morgan
My cock filled her to the brim as my balls pulled into my body, pumping threads of arousal deep inside a place I’d come to know as home.
We gasped for air, relaxing against my seat as her body shivered. It took us almost an hour to gather and right ourselves again so we could get to the cottage. We spent the entire weekend together, soiling one another’s clothes in all the best ways. I took her against every expanse of that cottage I could find. Every wall. Every bathroom. Every shower. Every bed. We made love on the porch swing. Out back with nothing but the trees to swallow up our sounds. I woke her up every morning with my tongue between her legs and fell asleep every night with my cock still strapped within her tight pussy’s grip.
And between it all, we never left one another’s side.
We made breakfast together and fed one another small bites. We went grocery shopping together and planned out our dinners together in the aisles. We went on long walks through the woods, hand in hand as we explored the nature around us.
It was like a dream. A long-lost dream that had finally come true.
Monday came all too soon, and I was back in work mode. But with our incredible weekend came a clear mind for me to be able to plot out how to deal with this threat against the woman I loved. I was keeping it under wraps for now. Until I could confirm things with my team. However, I had all the evidence I needed.
Soon, Stash and I would expose everything to the light of day.
Which meant Dawn and I would be free to explore this connection that only grew stronger between us.
Chapter 18
Dawn
I came into the office early Monday morning, but I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting back to the incredible weekend I’d spent with Ace. It was unlike anything I’d ever spent with a man. And last night, when we were tangled up in one another’s arms in his bed, it took all I had not to say those three little words.
Those three words I knew were true, despite how hard I fought against them.
I loved how he treated me. How he spoke to me. How he took me. How he made me feel. I was his equal, and yet I was still his. At least, it felt that way. Whenever we were sharing the same cart in the grocery store or whenever we were holding hands and walking around outside. It felt like I was his. Like I belonged to him, even though I wasn’t underneath him in any way.
Well, except physically.
The memory made me smile as I sat at my desk.
But, all too quickly, the smile faded. Eventually, things would have to end between us. We wouldn’t always be like this, constantly around one another. Once Ace solved the mystery of who was behind all this harassment, I’d go back to my life and he would go back to his. I’d return to my condo where he didn’t live, and he’d go back to wherever it was he resided. He’d take on another job, and for all I knew he’d seduce and play house with her, too.
Did he do this with all his clients? To make them feel safe? To make them trust him?
The thought made me sick to my stomach.
I sighed as I sat back in my chair. In some twisted way, I almost wished the threat could last, just so I wouldn’t have to lose him. But even I snickered at how ridiculous that sounded. I couldn’t be under constant threat. I couldn’t have him constantly around. And besides, I had to focus on my job. You know, actual Congress. Not sexual congress.
That would only look worse on me as a woman in my position.
“Dawn?”
I slowly rose my eyes to Ace as he popped his head into my office.
“Hey there. What’s up?” I asked.
“We have an appointment and need to get going,” he said.
I shook my head. “I don’t have any meetings scheduled today. Don’t worry.”
“It’s a last-minute addition. We need to move.”
“But Kennedy didn’t put it on my—”
“Just come on, Dawn,” he said.
I huffed as I stood from my chair, sighing. I smoothed my hands over my pencil skirt suit coat, then made my way out from around my desk. I followed Ace into the hallway, and he led me toward the senior offices. I furrowed my brow as I followed behind him, wondering what on God’s great creation we were doing.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see soon enough,” he murmured.
It was then I noticed the folder he had in his hand.
“Ace, what’s going on?” I asked.
But he didn’t answer me. All he continued doing was push forward until we were standing in front of Chairman White’s office aide.
Well, one of them, at least.
“Ace,” I whispered harshly.
“Can I help you?” his aide asked.
“Yes. We’re here to see Representative White. I believe you have an urgent appointment under the name of Andrew Mills,” Ace said.
“What in the world are you—”
He glared at me from over his shoulder, and it shut my mouth. But I didn’t like him putting me in my place like that. I heard one of White’s aides snicker, and I made a mental note to tell Ace he didn’t hold that kind of power over me. Not in my place of work. Not with something like this.
I almost ripped that folder out of his hand, just to show him who was in charge in this building.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have you on the congressman’s calendar,” the aide said.
“I made the appointment early this morning. It isn’t my fault if you overrode it for some reason,” Ace said.
“I can’t let you in without an appointment on the schedule.”
“What is going on?” I asked again.
And still, he continued to ignore me.
His head was on a swivel until his eyes landed on another one of the aides. He pulled away from one desk and made his way over to another, but I didn’t follow him this time. I looked over to the first aide and apologized with my eyes, hoping beyond all hope that Ace wasn’t about to destroy everything I had worked so hard to obtain.
“My name is Officer Mills. Here’s my badge. I need to see your workstation, or you can let me into White’s office,” he said.
“What?” I asked flatly.
“I—well, um—I can’t—”
“You can, and you will. Make a choice, and make a wise one. Otherwise, I’ll be calling Capitol Hill Police to come here and read out the law to you on why you should be giving me access to your desk right now, without question,” Ace said.
“Sir, you can’t just come in here and—”
He glared at the first aide over his shoulder, and he shut up as well. My jaw dropped open as I shook my head, watching as the second aide came out from around his desk. He walked quickly over to the congressman’s office door, swinging it open for us. Just like that.
I watched Ace scoop his badge off the man’s desk before charging into the man’s office.
“What the hell are you doing? You can’t just walk into a man’s office,” I said.
But Ace didn’t listen. The man was on a fucking rampage, and it was almost like he couldn’t hear me. Though, I knew he could. I saw him walk over to Chairman White’s desk. He began throwing open drawers without a warrant or anything like that. I was ready to clock him, to put him in his place with my venom-filled tongue.
Until his face fell into an angry deadpan.
“What is it?” I asked.
He reached his hand into the desk before he pulled out its contents. And I gasped as he held it up. It was two fucking cans of spray paint. Sitting right there, in Representative White’s office. One red and the other yellow.
The same exact colors that had been spray-painted all over my damn office.
Chapter 19
Andrew
“What the hell is the meaning of this?”
I quirked an eyebrow as Representative White’s voice filled his office.
“What in the world are you doing in here? You have no right to be in here!” the man bellowed.
I held up the two cans of spray paint, and the man
began sputtering.
“You need to—I’m going to—get the hell out of my office,” the man said.
And as I dropped the two cans of spray paint onto his desk, I slapped the folder down along with them.
“Want to come give this a look before you kick us out?” I asked.
And when the man didn’t move, I pulled out the pictures for him.
I walked around the desk and approached him, leaving a shell-shocked Dawn to stand in the corner. I began slamming picture after picture into his chest. Pictures of his aides’ faces as they came in and out of Dawn’s office in the early-morning hours. Pictures of him as he talked to his aides with packages in his hands. Pictures of him from traffic cam footage, sitting in a car with a license plate registered in his name just outside of Dawn’s condo complex.
One by one, I slapped them against him, his face growing redder by the second.
“In that folder is also the signed testimony of the congressional mail carriers you used to deliver the package from your office last Wednesday to Dawn’s condo. A package with threatening material and her face crossed out with an X. These are photos of your aides, coming in and out of Dawn’s office throughout all sorts of early-morning hours. In that folder is also the signed warrant I have to search your office without your permission. And let me tell you, those spray-painting cans make you look very guilty,” I said.
The man stood there, silent, with his eyes locked against mine.
“You’re the one who’s been harassing Dawn, aren’t you?” I asked.
“I—you—this is all—I will not stand here and take these accusations!” White exclaimed.
I shrugged. “That’s fine with me. You can sit, if it makes things easier.”
I looked over at Dawn, and her face was a storm cloud. I’d never seen her this angry before, and I watched as she approached my side. She glared up into the congressman’s face, her hands clasped behind her back.
Probably to keep from slapping the man across his grimacing face.
“You are, without a shadow of a doubt, the most pathetic human being I’ve ever come across. You’re so desperate to win out against me in this committee that you’ve stooped to harassing and bullying a twenty-six-year-old woman. You’ve been trying to sabotage me from the moment I joined your committee. Because God forbid you be usurped by a woman with more knowledge on the topic than you’ve got brain cells in your head!” she exclaimed.
I grinned down at her as she licked her lips.
“But I promise you, none of this will stop me. Nothing you could have thrown at me would. Because children are at stake in this battle. Not your pride, Congressman White. I know you think I’m some sort of a threat since you’ve stooped to these tactics. These bullying and outrageously high-schoolish notions, thinking I’d back down from the fight like a weak-willed woman.”
I looked back at the man and grinned with all my might, enjoying the verbal lashing he was taking. Because the more Dawn talked, the more his face reddened.
“But the only thing you’ve done is awaken a beast you’ve got no idea how to tussle with,” she said.
“You’re much too big for those britches of yours. You know that?” White asked.
“I might be big, but my britches fit just right,” Dawn sneered.
“And her ass looks wonderful in them,” I said, grinning.
“Trust me, everyone knows Ms. Fielding is much too focused on getting her plumbing cleaned out by her bodyguard than she is any child she might want to help. And no matter how much she tries, I will make sure her proposal is dead on arrival. Our children have enough help. Enough aid to already use at their disposal. They don’t need any more when the borders of our country are at stake,” White spat.
“You don’t give a damn about kids, do you?” Dawn asked.
Dawn lunged at the man, but I held out my arm to stop her.
“You don’t give a damn about kids, do you?” I asked.
“I give a damn about making sure the scales are even. That no more money is ripped from our soldiers and our defense and our budgets because kids need more apples in school. The parents can pack their lunches if unhealthy lunches are such an issue! And there are loans for a damn reason! If children are handed everything, they learn how to work for nothing. It makes them spoiled, and reckless, and useless to this country when they are weak and unable to work for what they want!” White exclaimed.
“You don’t care about the well-being of our children. Just the well-being of your beliefs,” Dawn said breathlessly.
“I care about putting myself in any position I need to in order to make sure my party’s beliefs are held in some sort of a high regard, because—” White snarled.
I cleared my throat. “Um. Before you go any further, I should probably let you know that the Ethics Committee has already been sent the evidence I’ve provided for you. Which means I’m currently wearing a wire for them, per Capitol Hill law.”
I watched the man’s face pale as Dawn stood strong on her feet.
“And with everything you just spouted, it won’t be long before you’re censored. Before you lose your place on the committee you claim to care about to the public, but really don’t care about in the shadows. Any votes you might have had will go out the window, and Dawn’s proposal will almost assuredly make it through to the House floor,” I said.
Then, I stepped up to the man, going toe to toe with him full well knowing I was being recorded.
“Never try to tangle yourself with Dawn again. Because I promise you, if you do? If you try to hurt her, or intimidate her in any way? You’ll get worse than an official censor. Sir,” I said hotly.
I lifted up my shirt and ripped the wire off my chest. I dangled it in front of him before I looked back at Dawn, and then I nodded for us to leave.
“Oh, you can keep the copies of those pictures. Maybe frame them and hang them up in your new office or something,” I said.
Then, the two of us headed back to Dawn’s office.
I took off the wire and handed everything to Stash. I told him to take it straight to the Ethics Committee and get right on settling this thing. It needed to be put to bed. I closed Dawn’s office door and turned around, but the second I did she launched herself into my arms.
She kissed my lips, frantic, heated kisses that slammed my back against her closed door.
“Thank. You. So. Mm, much.”
Her words were punctuated with kisses as my hands gripped her lovely ass.
“I’d. Do. Anything. Mm,” I groaned.
Her tongue fell between my lips as our foreheads collided.
“I’d do anything for the woman I love,” I murmured.
I felt Dawn freeze before she scrambled out of my arms. There it was. Out in the open. And I couldn’t take it back. I wouldn’t want to anyway. Even if she didn’t feel the same way, I could never regret saying those words to the most perfect woman on this planet.
I watched as she broke into a huge smile with tears lining her eyes.
“You love me?” she asked.
“Yes, I do. More than my own life,” I said.
She giggled. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing you do. Because if you didn’t, I was going to try and get a resolution passed to bar you from dating other women.”
I chuckled. “As if there was another woman for me. Cute.”
She slipped her arms around my neck and stood on her tiptoes.
“You’re all I want, Dawn. For as long as you want me,” I said.
“You might be stuck with me a while, if that’s the case,” she said.
“Good.”
Then, I pulled her into my body and captured her lips against mine.
Epilogue
Dawn
Five Years Later
No matter how many times I walked into my newer, larger office, the irony would never be lost on me. As I sat there, reading a newspaper article on Representative White’s campaign, I smiled at the headline.
“Former
Senator White Loses Election To Hannah Overlook.”
No more White sounded good to my ears.
For the past two years, I’d been the chairman of his former committee, and with that came a move into the office he used to hold. The sprawling desk with the wonderful view was a steady reminder of all I had accomplished, everything I had gone through, and every ounce of trust I’d earned from my constituents and my coworkers.
But an angry shout from the crib in my office sent my mind into overdrive.
“I’m coming. I’m here, sweet girl. Oh, you must be so hungry after your nap,” I said.
I reached into the crib and softly cradled my infant daughter. I sat in the rocker-recliner Ace had purchased for me the moment we found out we were pregnant. I unbuttoned my blouse and unclasped the strap of my bra. I positioned our beautiful daughter against my nipple, jumping softly as she latched on.
“A sensation you’ll never get used to?” Ace asked.
I smiled as he planted a soft kiss on top of my head.
“I take it you heard her outside?” I asked.
“I figured it was time to come check in on my two girls anyway,” he said, smiling.
I watched him place a soft kiss to our daughter’s cheek as she filled her stomach from my breast.
“Did you hear the news about White?” I asked.
“Good riddance to terrible rubbish, if you ask me,” he said.
“I don’t think we are the only ones who feel that way, too. I could almost hear a collective sigh across the whole of Capitol Hill when the newspapers were delivered this morning.”
“I’ll bet. But I’ve got some even bigger news for you.”
“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant,” I said.
He chuckled. “That’s your job, remember?”
“Let’s get this one to at least a year old before we start talking about that, yeah? You promised me you’d hold off.”
“And I’m a man of my word,” he said as he crouched beside me.
I stopped rocking and switched our daughter to my other breast.