The Senator's Secret (A Presidential Affair Book 1)

by Jennifer Rebecca

  “Pay attention, kids.” Rick claps his hands like and angry school marm.

  “Yes, Mom.” Jake laughs. “What else?”

  “In two weeks, everyone will need to be in Ohio to campaign.”

  I never really thought I would be part of Jake’s campaign. How will parading me around as his serious girlfriend look when, after he’s elected, I go back to my old life. Things are still too new for me to believe that Jake will want me to tag along all the way to D.C. with him.

  “Grace as well,” Jake says.

  “Obviously,” Rick responds.

  “Is that really a good idea?” I ask, and both men turn to look at me. “I just mean that it’s really soon. What if we don’t work out? How will that look then?”

  “Ahh, young love,” Rick says sarcastically. “I don’t care if it truly ends in a month, a year, or two. I care what looks good. So to the public eye, be the happy bride, figure out your FLOTUS platform, pop out some pretty political babies, and in eight years, do whatever the fuck you want. Until then, you’re mine.”

  I take back every nice-ish thing I just thought about Rick. He’s a douche. I see that clearly now. Unfortunately, he’s also right. I need them more than they need me. Whether he knows it or not. I’m in this up to my eyeballs, and there is no turning back now.

  “So what’s the weather like in Ohio?” I ask.

  “Cold,” Rick replies.

  “Anything else I need to know?”

  “Dress classically stylish. I can arrange for someone to dress you,” he says eyeing me up and down like a prized bull at auction. “But looking at you, I don’t think you need it.”

  “Thank you,” I say reluctantly because while his statement is really disgusting, it’s also true because I’m the shit and my stylist is even better. I’d be lost without Cara. But I don’t mention that now, I’ll have Carter add her to the team itinerary later.

  “Do you need a hair and makeup person?” he asks.

  “No. I have one,” I answer. “I’ll call her tomorrow. She’ll have to have time to arrange for her daughter to stay with her grandma, so I’ll need firm dates before you go.”

  “On it.”

  “What just happened here?” Jake asks.

  “Your girl and I are taking over the world. Uniting for a common goal,” Rick tells him without missing a beat.

  “God, help us all,” Jake says seriously.

  “Hey!” I laugh.

  “Did you know that there is a one-eyed cat staring at me,” Rick says.

  “Be nice to Winks, douche,” Jake laughs before scooping up my cat and holding him like a newborn baby.

  “You have a cat now?” he asks. “A dog I could have used. But this will still work.”

  “I have eight now,” Jake says rolling his eyes. I wonder if he’s used to Rick’s political machinations by now.

  “Eight?” Rick laughs with a smile that finally meets his eyes like he’s truly happy for his friend. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

  “Eight,” Jake confirms with another answering chuckle and a shake of his head from Rick.

  “Veteran’s Gala tomorrow night. Ball gown. Tux. Make pretty eyes at him while grabbing votes. Lather, rinse, repeat,” Rick says on a laugh as he pushes up from the table. “I’ll attend the gala with you, so I’ll pick you two up here with the car.”

  “Sounds good, brother.” Jake grips him in a man hug.

  “See you later,” Rick responds. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

  “Get out of here, Monk. I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life.”

  Rick just laughs before he shows himself out.

  “Now, where were we?” Jake asks, turning to me after setting the cat back on the floor where he scampers off.

  I feel like a deer caught in headlights. “Uhh…”

  “That’s what I thought too,” he says just before his mouth descends on mine. I could have stopped him. I had plenty of time. But did I? Absolutely not. I am firmly caught in Jake Chancellor’s web. “Let’s go to bed, Grace.”

  I whimper when he pulls away from me. I miss the heat of his body pressed against mine instantly. I think that’s it. He’s going to make me follow him up the stairs like a sad little puppy, and oh how I would go willingly for the spectacular orgasms he is promising me. And also, how sad does that make me? But it is what it is. When he scoops me up in his arms like a bride, I let out a squeal of surprise. My startled reaction makes Jake chuckle low in his throat, and I swear I feel the vibration between my legs.

  I tuck myself into his arms as he makes his way up the stairs, never once showing any kind of strain from carrying my person around. Instead, he makes me feel precious and light as a feather. I am a powerhouse in this town. I am someone to be respected and sometimes feared, but to be revered and cherished is new for me, and I’m not going to lie; the heady feeling could easily become addictive.

  Jake stalks into the master bedroom like a hungry lion. He kicks the door closed without a backward glance and continues to move through the room like a man on a mission. He stops just before the bed and slowly lowers my feet to the ground while holding me close. I feel every contour of muscle under his clothes and his hard cock as I slide down the front of his body.

  “Jake,” I whisper. I’m not entirely sure what I’m asking for. For him to slow down or speed things up. I don’t know. I only know what I need.

  He pulls my silk blouse free from my slacks and slowly, ever so slowly, gathers the material in his hands as he bunches it up and pulls it over my head before dropping it to the carpet. Next, Jake glides his calloused hands up my ribcage before reaching behind me and unhooking my bra with nimble fingers. I whimper as the cool air hits my heated skin. Gently, Jake brushes the tip of one nipple with the back of his hand, making me gasp.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says as he watches the tip darken under his touch. I don’t know what to say to that, so I just stay silent. I can’t let him think his words affect me as much as they do.

  My body jerks a bit as he grabs the buckle of the slim belt that circles my hips and undoes it. Jake yanks the thin strip of patent leather free from the loops of my slacks and tosses it to the floor with the rest of my clothes.

  With stuttered movements, he reaches for the tie around his neck and pulls the knot loose before slipping the paisley silk over his head. He reaches for his cufflinks, his suit coat discarded somewhere downstairs along with my heels, but I stop him, reaching for his wrist. I hold him in my soft hands and pop the gold link free, first one and then the other. I look up at his face and see an emotion I can’t name burn so bright across his sharp features that it takes my breath away. I hold my palm up with the cufflinks in it and he plucks them from my upturned hand before shoving them in his pants pocket.

  I reach for the buckle of his belt and he grabs my wrist in his hand, stopping me. “If you touch me now, honey, it’ll be over too soon.”

  I stand as still as I can while Jake undoes the front of my slacks and pushes them to the floor. I step out of them and kick them aside, leaving me in nothing but a lace thong.

  “Get on the bed,” Jake orders, and I turn away from him and climb up the foot of the bed, but when I get on my hands and knees, he stops me with a firm hand on my hip.

  “Jake?” I can’t help but wonder if I’ve done something wrong.

  He doesn’t say anything in response. Instead, he peels my thong down my thighs to just above my knees. He slips it past one knee and then the other before spreading my legs just enough to open me to his gaze. I feel exposed, raw. I’m open for him to view and judge. I want to cover myself. I want to run and hide. And I’m just getting the courage to do so when he rasps his tongue up the length of my slit.

  His hands burn hot brands on the cheeks of my ass, pulling me apart. I clench the covers in my hands as he parts my seam with his thumbs and spears my pussy with his tongue.

  “Oh, God,” I moan and bury my face in the duvet. His
tongue pierces me over and over as he holds me tight in his hands. Jake holds me just where he wants so he can consume me. It’s raw and carnal, and I love every single moment of it.

  He moves farther down and sucks my clit into his mouth. I writhe against the bedding, the rough brocade material abrading my sensitive nipples as I try to pull away or get closer—I don’t know which.

  “Jake,” I plead, my voice high and needy, but he doesn’t let up. I need…. Oh, God, I need so much. I can’t even articulate the how or the why. Fortunately, I don’t have to, because Jake sucks harder, rolling his tongue along my clit, and I splinter apart.

  My breath saws in and out of my chest, and I sprawl out on top of the bed. I would move if I could, but I can’t, so I don’t even try. I don’t even care.

  I hear the slide of his zipper rasp in the quiet room and his clothes hit the floor before I am scooped up in his strong arms, and the heat from his hard body warms me all over again. Gently, Jake places me on my back with my head on the pillows. He looms over me with a tender look on his handsome face. He brushes my hair back as a smirk plays on his lips.

  “Poor baby,” he says softly. “I’ve been too rough with you.”

  “I’m okay.” It was raw and it was intense, but it was also life altering. I don’t want Jake to think I’m not okay, when I most definitely am.

  “I’ll make it better,” he promises as he covers me with his body.

  “Oh… okay,” I whisper just before his head slowly descends and his lips sear mine. I open underneath him and let his tongue sweep into my mouth.

  He slides the tip of his cock against my center, and he is equal parts exactly where I want him and not at all.

  Jake trails his mouth across my cheek and down the side of my neck as he rocks against me. I open my legs wider in an effort to move him where I want him, and he just smiles against the side of my neck. The slow-burn pace Jake is setting is only driving me more and more crazy by the minute.

  Just when I think I’ll die if he doesn’t take me, Jake takes each of my hands in one of his and intertwines our fingers together on either side of my head just before I feel the very tip of him where I need him most. And then in one torturously slow movement, he slides in deep.

  I let out a gasp at the feeling of him filling me up. He’s stretching me from the inside out and there is a tiny twinge of pain because he is so big. I hold my breath and wait for it to pass. So does Jake, because he holds perfectly still with my hands clutched in either of his and his forehead resting on mine as he fills me. He surrounds me with himself, and I am lost in the feel of him.

  And then he starts to move.

  “Jake,” I whisper.

  Slowly, he slides almost all the way out of me and then pushes back in again and again. The slide of him hits something inside me, lighting me up while he tips his hips down and grinds his pelvis against my clit. I feel like a box of matches that someone’s thrown in a fire. Sparks light my skin, and I arch against him. His nose brushes the side of mine, and I breathe in his exhalations.

  The way he holds me tight has me spread open for him to use for his pleasure but also to give me my own, and I love the feel of it. I love the way he commands my body to heights I never knew were possible.

  I whimper as he moves faster, but his pace is still maddeningly slow. This isn’t the hard fuck I thought Jake Chancellor would give me then be done with me; this is so much more. Jake presses his mouth to mine and his tongue presses between my lips as he grinds against my clit again, and I’m so close. I can almost come. I need it so badly, but still, he doesn’t give me what I want.

  “Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake…” I plead as I say his name over and over again like a benediction, but instead of putting me out of my misery, Jake slows his pace and pulls back, making his thrusts shallow. He doesn’t hit any of my buttons this way, and I want to cry.

  “Not yet, princess.” Sweat drips down his toned body and adds another layer of sensation to my already overstimulated system.

  “Please!” I cry out as I wrap my legs around his waist and try to muscle him deeper, but he just chuckles. “Please. I need you.”

  “Music to my ears, sweetheart,” he says before giving me more of his weight as he thrusts deep inside me.

  “Yes,” I hiss. Oh yes, this is exactly what I need.

  Jake presses his mouth to mine as he pumps faster and faster. Oh, God, yes, I need him faster still. Harder too. He seems to know exactly what I need, because he gives me both. I arch my back to meet him thrust for thrust as Jake takes me higher and higher, and I hold onto him for dear life.

  He growls into my mouth as he drives harder, and then my world seems to fracture and fly apart. I am only grounded where he holds my hands tight in his and where he pumps his cock into my center over and over again.

  And just when I think I might die, it’s too much, the feel of him in me, around me, is more than I can bare, Jake throws his head back as he plants his cock deep inside me and roars out his release. I watch his beautiful face as he grits his teeth and closes his eyes. Watching Jacob Chancellor come is the single most erotic thing I have ever experienced.

  He presses soft, open-mouth kisses all over my face as he gently glides in and out of my center before he slips free, and then he wraps me tight in his arms and rolls to his back so I’m sprawled over his large body.

  Jake gently trails his fingertips over my spine, up and down and all over. After a while, his gentle touches turn a little more heated. I lean forward to kiss and touch him as well. He seems to become a little more wild as I take my turn over and over. And when I sit up to trace the indentations of his abs, he follows me up so he’s sitting and I’m straddling his lap.

  Jake leans forward and sucks my nipple into his mouth gently, rolling his tongue over the tip and making me whimper. I grip his hair in my fingers and arch into him, desperate for more. As I become more restless on his lap, I feel his hard cock against my backside and rise up to take him inside me as I wrap my legs around his waist.

  We rock our hips together as we kiss and touch and taste each other, and in the end, we find release together in each other’s arms.

  Jake holds me for a moment as our heartbeats slow together, and then he rolls me back to the bed and slips free from my body. After what we’ve just shared, I hate the loss of him. He tucks my back to his front and pulls the covers over us. And I fall asleep in his arms, never once thinking about blackmail.

  “Looks Like Our Favorite IT Couple Can’t Get Enough of Each Other.”

  Chapter 12

  Stay the course

  “Yes!” I gasp as I come awake, my body overheated and dangerously close to the climax Jake has obviously been working me toward while I was still asleep.

  He holds me tight in his arms, his body wrapped around mine while his fingers move hard and fast over my clit. I let my head drop back to rest on his chest, and I grab onto his forearm where it winds down my belly, his hand playing between my legs. I dig my nails into his skin. I feel like I’m about to come out of my skin, this orgasm building hotter and faster, and I’m not sure I will be able to take it.

  “That’s it; that’s my girl,” he coos.

  “Jake,” I whisper, my voice harsh to my own ears, but I can’t help it. I’m being consumed by the flames that lick up my body. “I can’t.”

  “You can.”

  He pumps his fingers into my waiting pussy and curves them inside as his thumb presses down on my clit. I shake my head back and forth, because it’s too much; it’s too big. I feel like a balloon on a tether, threatening to be swept away by the wind.

  “Oh, God,” I whimper as Jake moves his fingertips back to circle my clit again and again, faster and faster.

  “That’s it,” he growls, and he moves his hand faster still. His other arm holds me tight against him.

  “Jake, Jake, Jake,” I plead just before I burst into a million tiny, sparkly pieces.

  The beating of my heart is whooshing in my ears and
sweat slicks my skin. My breath rasps out of my lungs as Jake rolls me over to my belly. He arranges my knees underneath me and spreads them apart. I’m glad he has the wherewithal to do so, because I’m pretty sure I’m dead.

  And then he grips my hips in his strong hands and drives in deep.

  Somewhere along the way, Jake lost the last shred of his control. I grip the sheets in my hands and hold on tight as he plunges in over and over again. He sets a punishing rhythm I am already lost to.

  “Fuck!” he growls. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”

  “You have me,” I promise. I don’t know where that comes from, and I know I shouldn’t promise anything else to Jacob Chancellor, but I can’t help it. I’m helpless where he’s concerned. And if I were honest with myself, I would admit he owns me, body and soul.

  “Just like this,” he grits out as he grabs my hair in his fist and pulls. The other is planted in the bed beside my shoulder as he looms over me, changing the angle to a deeper one that has me gasping and pleading. I’ll say anything for the orgasm he promises.

  “Yes.”

  “I need you like this.” He plunges his cock inside me again and again, stealing the breath from my lungs, and the bite of his fist in my hair as he pulls drives me closer to the edge.

  “Oh, God,” I moan. I try to drop my head down to the bed, but his grip on my hair holds me in place.

  “Look at me,” Jake commands me, and I turn to look at him, his face just inches from mine.

  His thrusts become harder and more erratic, and I feel his cock swell inside me. I’m so close that when he crushes his mouth to mine in a punishing kiss, I cry out as I come. Jake swallows down my cries and follows me over the edge.

  He lets go of my hair and drops down farther to cover my body with his larger one. He braces his weight on his hands at either side of my head. When it feels like I can finally catch my breath, he uses his chin to move my hair off my shoulder and places a soft, open-mouth kiss to the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

  “Good morning,” he says softly, almost shyly, which is silly in comparison to the carnal way he woke me up.