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

by Jennifer Rebecca

  But it’s when he leans forward and opens them, focusing those burning baby blues on me, that my breath seizes in my lungs. I’m not sure what I see there, but I do know there will be no escaping it.

  And then he notches the tip of his cock at my entrance and slams home. On instinct, I wrap Jake up in my arms and legs as he pulls almost all the way out and drives into me over and over again.

  “Do not run from me,” he demands as he pumps harder.

  “No,” I whisper.

  “I will find you.” He plunges faster. This will be a hard and fast fuck, and it’s what we both need right now. Too many emotions are swirling too close to the surface.

  “Yes.”

  “And I will fuck you until you forget why you ran in the first place.” Oh fuck, fuck, I’m so close. This wild, primal way Jake commands me, owns me, has me spiraling higher and higher.

  “Jake,” I plead.

  “You’re mine.”

  “Yes,” I pant and cling even tighter to him.

  “Say it,” he demands as his movements become more erratic.

  “I’m yours,” I cry out, and then I come, with Jake following me over the edge.

  We cling to each other as our hearts continue to beat faster than normal, his cock still planted deep inside me, connecting us in the most intimate of ways. When he pulls out, I miss him. He tucks himself back into his slacks and does up his belt. Jake looks as if nothing is out of the ordinary for him, and I look like a disheveled mess.

  He follows my gaze to look down at me, my breasts exposed with little red love bites peppered all over them. My dress is hiked up over my thighs where streaks of his cum begin to dry, and my panties are long gone. The look of male pride in his eyes is ridiculous and intoxicating. Even after everything, I still want him, and what does that say about me?

  Jake swipes his fingertips through the combined moisture between my legs and gently wipes it over the tops of my thighs again and again. My mind goes back to this morning when he said he likes to see his cum on me. He dips his middle finger inside me, and I bite my lip to keep from calling out, from begging him for more. And then he takes that finger and traces my lower lip with it. It smells of me and him and sex and sin, and I swipe at it with my tongue. Jake follows the movement with his eyes before crushing his mouth to mine. But the kiss is over much too soon, and he’s tucking my sensitive breasts back into my dress and smoothing my hair from my face.

  “We’re home.”

  “A fairytale ending is sure to be near.”

  Chapter 15

  Consequences

  The front door snicks closed behind me, the sound deafening in the quiet house. Something changed between us in the car on the way home, and I don’t know what or how.

  I glance at him over my shoulder. The sight of Jake in his tux with his collar open at the neck displaying his tanned skin takes my breath away. We’re not together, but we’re not apart either. I’m so confused, and at the same time, I’m so drawn to him.

  He takes a measured step toward me, and then another and another.

  “Jake,” I whisper.

  He scoops me up in his arms like the bride I’m pretending to be, like I’m cherished and loved, and strides purposefully up the stairs. He doesn’t stop until he’s standing beside the bed. Jake slowly lowers me down his body to stand before him. His eyes never leave mine.

  I watch with rapt attention, barely blinking as he lets his suit jacket slide down his arms, and then he tosses it to the padded bench that sits at the foot of the bed before reaching for me. He guides me without words to turn around. He deftly tucks his fingers into the top of my dress and lowers the zipper, letting the material part and fall to the floor where it pools around my feet.

  Jake scoops me up in his arms and drops me to sit on the edge of the bed while he picks up my princess dress like it’s the most precious thing in the world and not an overpriced hunk of material. Carefully, he lays it down on the padded bench over his jacket before prowling back around to the side of the bed to stand before me.

  There’s something about the arms of a man as the tendons and muscles tighten and flex as he unbuttons his cuffs. Jake is no different. His strong fingers flick each stud open one by torturous one then down the front of his pristine white shirt before the blessed material finally parts and he shrugs the garment off, letting it fall to the floor.

  I feel the heat coming off his muscular chest and arms in waves as he reaches around me and flicks open the hooks holding my strapless bra closed, leaving me sitting here in nothing but my Cinderella Louboutins. Jake takes a half step back and watches me from under hooded eyes as he opens his belt and unzips his slacks. He toes off his dress shoes and socks before pushing his black boxer briefs down his legs with his pants.

  His cock stands long and tall from his body, and I lean forward, placing a kiss to the very tip of him. He lets out a rough rumble from deep in his chest and tunnels his fingers in my hair. His reaction turns me on, and I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his shaft. I place soft, open-mouth kisses to the underside of him and the tip again before slowly taking him into my mouth. I hum as I lick and suck the salty taste of him, while a burning need grows stronger between my legs.

  Jake’s eyes glow brightly as he watches me. He watches my cheeks pinken and my nipples tighten, my obvious reaction to his pleasure. And then his eyes dip down to where his hard length disappears into my mouth over and over again, and he swells so much that my jaw aches, but I don’t want to stop. It’s when my hips give an involuntary swivel on the bed, seeking a little relief of my own, that he slips from mouth and tosses me farther up the mattress like I weigh nothing at all.

  “You like it, don’t you?” he rumbles as he grabs one of my ankles and plucks my heel from my foot, tossing it over his shoulder like it didn’t cost three thousand dollars.

  “What?” I ask. My voice is breathy and needy. I’m needy. I need Jake to put out the fire he lights in me.

  “You get off on me and my pleasure,” he clarifies as he chucks my other very expensive shoe to the floor. “Are you hot from sucking my cock, Grace?”

  “Yes,” I whisper as he climbs up the bed. My legs fall open for him to settle in between them, but he stops short, denying me what I want most.

  “If I touched your pussy right now, would you be wet for me?” He sits back on his knees and waits for my answer, even though the evidence of my arousal is currently on display for him to see for himself.

  “Yes.”

  “That’s my girl,” he praises as he leans forward and braces himself on one arm as he looms over me. He runs the tip of his cock up and down my seam over and over again, letting it dip in just the tiniest bit and then pulling back out. I let out a whimper, because I want it so much.

  And then he slides all the way in.

  I let out a hiss as he fills me, as he stretches me. I don’t think I will ever get used to the feeling of Jake’s much larger body as he masters my much smaller one. And I hope I never do.

  I rock my hips to meet his as he slowly pulls out to the tip and then glides back in. I rake my nails down his shoulders and then smooth them back up again as he sets a leisurely pace of slip and slide between us.

  I feel like a dam about to burst, and Jake acts like he has all the time in the world.

  “Faster,” I plead.

  “No.” He continues to stoke the slow-building burn inside me.

  “Please,” I beg. I scratch at his shoulders and then grip them tight in my hands.

  “No.” Oh, God, I need him to hurry, before I burst into flames. “You had a fast fuck in the car, and now I want slow.”

  “It’s too slow,” I babble. “Baby, it’s too slow. I need… I need.”

  “I know what you need,” he says as he wraps my legs around his waist and pushes up so he’s sitting on his knees again with my ass in his lap. This new angle pushes him deep, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “And I’ll give it to you.”

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bsp; My head and shoulders are the only parts of me touching the bed now as my body arches back like a rainbow from where he holds me around his hips. He holds me suspended, the push and pull of his cock the only thing keeping me tethered, and he moves faster, pumps harder into my waiting body.

  “Yes,” I pant, and the knowing smirk on his face would usually annoy me, but right now, I am so close it’s clearly deserved.

  Jake swirls his hips and drives up into me again and again. I couldn’t stop the climax that barrels down on me if I tried, and I twist the sheets in my hands at my sides and fall over the edge.

  He drops my backside to the bed and follows me down, never skipping his stride as he thrusts harder and harder before he plants himself deep and calls out my name as he comes.

  He glides slowly in and out as exhaustion sweeps over me. I can barely keep my eyes open, so I don’t. I let them fall closed and snuggle into Jake’s arms as he turns slightly to the side so he’s not squishing me. He touches a fingertip to the apple of my cheek. The gesture is so sweet and tender that words I know I shouldn’t say slip out of my mouth.

  “I think I’m in love with you,” I whisper just before I fully succumb to sleep.

  I’ll worry about the consequences tomorrow.

  • • •

  “WAKE UP, HONEY,” JAKE says softly as he kisses my bare shoulder where it peeks above the blankets.

  “No,” I grumble. “I don’t wanna.”

  I feel his mouth spread in a smile against my skin. “You have to, sweetheart.”

  “No. It’s Saturday,” I explain while keeping my eyes closed, but it’s too late; I’m awake. That rat. “Hi.”

  “Hi, honey.” He smiles at me.

  “Why am I awake?” I ask sleepily.

  “Because we have to talk,” he answers. I don’t like the look on his face, and I know without a doubt what comes out of his mouth I am not going to like.

  “I’m sure whatever is bothering you will be just fine,” I say, patting his cheek, and trying to avoid the conversation. Whatever it is, whatever is going on with us, I’m not sure I could take an “it’s me, not you” talk first thing on a Saturday morning.

  “Last night, I went through your stuff in the bathroom, looking for a makeup wipe to clean your face off.”

  “Okay…?” I hedge. I’m not sure what a makeup remover wipe could lead to for such a serious conversation first thing in the morning.

  “And there was something I noticed you didn’t have.”

  What? What don’t I have? Fake lashes? Lip brushes? Q-tips? What did I forget to pack? He decides not to leave me hanging, because he answers, rocking my world to the core in the process.

  “Sweetheart, I didn’t find any birth control pills. And I looked. Grace, are you protected?”

  No. The answer is no, I’m not protected. They were making me crazy and giving me headaches. I haven’t had a lover in some time, and even when I did, I always used a condom. So not only am I not protected against pregnancy, I’m going out on a limb and guessing I’m also the dumbest chick on the planet for being swept along in the tide of Jake-induced lust.

  “No,” I whisper and have to stop and clear my throat. “No, I’m not. I didn’t—”

  “I know,” he interrupts me. I wouldn’t do something so stupid on purpose. “But honey, I’ve taken you a lot, and we’ve never once used a condom.”

  I wince. “I’m sorry.”

  “Grace, you have nothing to be sorry about. This is all on me.” God, why is he being so nice? “I’m here with you no matter what.”

  I mentally count on all my fingers. I’m good. I think I’m good. “I think I’m okay. I don’t think it’s the right timing.”

  “Well, keep me posted,” he says gently. “And when the timing is right, we’ll go from there.”

  “I think we should just go ahead and say the timing is not right, right now,” I murmur, making Jake smile his real smile, dimples and all.

  “Message received, sailor.” Jake drops a quick kiss to my lips, and I let out a breath, thankful we made it through all of the awkward conversations for this morning. “Now, do you want to repeat what you said to me last night?”

  I tick through in my brain all the things I might have said last night and can’t think of anything super important. I mean, I clearly didn’t have the “we should be using NASA-engineered condoms” conversation, so nothing life-altering happened… unless…

  No, I couldn’t have said it. I was tired, exhausted really, and overwhelmed with life. I went to sleep after Jake made love to me again, and that was it. But a secret part of my brain whispers it wasn’t a dream that I admitted I’m falling for him out loud.

  Well, shit.

  “Nope, nothing to report here,” I lie through my teeth with my eyes wide.

  “All right, I’ll let you make that play… for now,” he says before pressing his mouth to mine in a kiss that sweeps me away. I cling to his shoulders until he pulls back and looks in my eyes. “But if you feel like issuing an audible, I’m all ears.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  The look Jake gives me says we both know I’m lying, but it’s okay for now. Instead, he kisses that spot behind my ear that drives me wild while he settles between my legs, pushing them apart as he lays over me, belly to belly. The feeling of his hard length pressed against my pussy hot and hard but also unmoving has me squirming beneath him to relieve some pressure.

  “Is there something you want, Grace?” Jake asks me as he pulls back ever so slightly to glide the underside of his cock through my wetness and grind against my clit.

  “Yes, dammit.” I close my eyes and try and arch my body against his for a better angle but until Jake lets me, it’s no use.

  “What’s that?” He repeats the move, and I feel like I might die.

  “You.”

  And then he pulls back just enough to line up the very tip of him and slide all the way in. We both groan at the feel of our connection.

  “I want you too,” he says as he pulls back and plunges back in. It’s a steady push and pull. There are not fancy moves this morning, just a primal joining of him and me. “You can tell me when you’re ready.”

  No, I won’t. I can never tell Jacob Chancellor that I am in love with him. Never again.

  He takes my hands in each of his and holds them on either side of my head as he moves in and out of my body, leading us both to the climax that waits at the end. It washes over me wrapped up in his arms safe and sound, and I love every bit of it as much as it kills me. Jake pulls out at the last moment, and hot ropes of his cum splash across my belly.

  He heard me. The fact that Jake hears me, he sees me for who I really am and continues to stay, does heady things to me. It only drives that love deeper into my chest.

  “I’ll wait until you’re ready to say them,” he says with all the confidence in the world as he leads me to the shower.

  What he doesn’t say is that he loves me too.

  Life’s a real bitch like that.

  “Life with the senator has gone to the dogs.”

  Chapter 16

  Halo

  “You’re beautiful,” Jake says when I finally make my way into the kitchen.

  “Thank you.” I shyly brush a lock of hair back that’s come free from my messy bun.

  After we showered, Jake threw on a pair of well-worn jeans and a black T-shirt before pulling a hoodie that had “NAVY” stitched across his chest over it, declaring he was going to make a pot of coffee as he padded out of the room in his bare feet. And why are bare feet sexy? So I followed his lead and pulled on my favorite pair of jeans, the really stretchy kind that feel more like leggings than jeans but make your backside look really good too, a light-blue long-sleeved T-shirt with a scooped neck and tugged on my favorite NYU crew neck over it. I did light makeup in soft, shimmery pinks and nudes and dried my hair before twisting it up on top of my head in a messy bun with a few strategically placed pins. It�
��s a cute weekend look, but it’s nothing in comparison to the knockout he brought home last night. It’s not beautiful, but it’ll do.

  I pour myself a cup of coffee and notice for the first time there is a big, fluffy cat sitting in Jake’s lap like he belongs there, while Jake happily drinks his coffee and reads his email on his phone. My life is so weird. I feel less like Cinderella and more like Alice when she fell down the rabbit hole.

  “So, what’s on tap for today?” he asks me.

  “I usually go to the animal shelter and help out there for a bit, and then I go check on the Open Arms project. Then I have a date with Jules afterward.” While our standing date is for every other Saturday, Jules had sent me a text yesterday asking if we could double down on our weekend plans. I think it’s her way of wanting to check in since my life seems to be moving along at warp speed these days.

  “That sounds like a solid plan to me,” he says as he gently sets the cat on the floor and drops his mug in the sink. “Do we change before dinner or is it burger casual?”

  “You’re coming too?” I ask and cringe at the hopeful tone in my voice.

  Jake smiles gently and nods. “Yeah, I’d like to spend the day with you.”

  “Okay.” I’m not sure what to make of this. This sweet, almost shy side of Jake. Like all of the other pieces that he’s shown me—the good and the bad—I like them.

  “Let me grab my shoes and my wallet, and we can head out,” he says before he presses a quick kiss to my mouth then he leaves the room. My life is so weird.

  • • •

  “NO.” I FOLD MY arms across my chest and try and fail to look as stern as possible.

  “Please?” Jake whines—yes, he whines. “I love him. He can go for runs with me in the morning, because we all know you are not a morning person.”

  “I know,” I agree because I’m not a morning person. And who freaking jogs anyways? Crazy people and former Navy SEALs, that’s who. “That’s why I stick to cats. They like naps.”