After pulling out a few hundred-dollar bills, Senator Douglas walked away from the very group he gathered together for lunch without another word. His purpose for the meeting was finished and so he was off to his next adventure.
Jude watched the senator until the last of his shadow disappeared out of the door. Perhaps he was hoping that the seasoned politician would change his mind and let Jude leave this assignment from hell.
“Looks like you’re stuck with me.” Cammie laughed and moved to the chair once used by her father so she was now directly across from Jude.
Jude wondered why she changed seats until he felt a foot inching up his leg and sliding over his inner thigh to his crotch. Acting on impulse, he pulled away from the intruding foot. Jude realized it was time to lay down the law with this renegade.
“I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. So to speak.” He curled his lip in a half smile knowing full well that he needed to meet her games head on. “I’m as excited to be here as you are to have me watching over you for the next few months.”
“Then why don’t you head back to where you came from,” Cammie spoke out of the side of her mouth, swirled her drink, and finished its contents. With a deep sigh she continued. “You’re probably married anyway.”
“Nope.” Jude was quick to share his marital standing.
“Oh, really?” There was something in her words that sounded more like a challenge.
“I have to get back soon,” Mary said, nearly forgotten in the drama. “I need to run by the campus and straighten out my classes.”
Sighing, Cammie retrieved her purse. “All right. Let’s go.”
Jude followed Cammie and Mary out of the restaurant and waited dutifully behind them at the valet stand. When the valet arrived with the car, Jude was surprised Cammie opened the door to the passenger side.
“She’s all yours.” Cammie chuckled as she pointed to the Beemer. “There’s no way in hell I’m driving with you around to do it for me.”
Jude clutched his jaw and fists. How dare she treat him like her fucking chauffeur? With long strides, he circled around the front of the car, glaring at her while taking each step.
He climbed in the driver’s side of the car, closed the door harder than necessary, and placed his hands on the steering wheel. The feel of the soft leather seat cooled his anger slightly. It was an incredible car. No luxury had been spared.
“Put your address in the GPS.” Jude demanded. “I sure as hell don’t want your sassy mouth directing me.”
The second after he spoke those words to her he regretted it. He was playing right into her hands and losing his cool. He shook his head and straightened in his seat. He’d be damned if she would see that this whole ordeal was getting under his skin. It was time to play it cool and to play her.
“Sure thing, Mr. Charm.” She pressed her address into the GPS.
The only sounds on the drive to the condo came from the navigation system. All the occupants sat in silence. As Jude pulled up to the building, Cammie finally broke the quiet for practical reasons.
“My garage is up ahead, but Mary’s car is to your left in the parking lot.” Cammie pointed to an area a few feet away where several cars were parked. “It’s the red BMW.”
Jude had to stifle a laugh when he read Mary’s personalized license plate. Lil Bit. “Here you go, Lil Bit.”
“Funny,” Mary answered in a laugh. “Childhood nickname.” The petite friend gathered her bag before exiting the car. Leaning her body forward, she added one last thing. “Remember what I said in the restaurant. You know your father.”
“I’ll try Mary,” Cammie said with a sigh. “I’ll call or text you later. Depends on if I’m free to roam about or not.” She looked at Jude with narrowed eyes, knowing he was essentially her gatekeeper.
“Okay. Nice to meet you Jude.”
“Same,” Jude responded, reverting back to a more silent version of himself. He needed to remember that this was his job and career.
After the car door shut and Mary walked to her car, Jude pulled away and proceeded to the garage under Cammie’s directions.
“Are you curious to know what Mary said to me back at the restaurant?” Cammie glanced at Jude and caught his eye when he turned his head toward her.
“I suppose.”
“She told me to play along with my father and he’d call off the dogs. Meaning you.” Cammie giggled. “And that I should sleep with you as soon as possible. You look like you’d be a good fuck.”
Chapter Seven
Jude gulped hard; swallowing the words he wanted to say. They would’ve contained an ugly rebuke and only add more fuel to Cammie’s flaming fire. He wouldn’t relinquish his one control in this game he was forced to participate in: his attitude. He was determined to keep his emotions under wraps and knew she was baiting him hard. And making him hard as a rock, too.
“Maybe Mary didn’t actually say the ‘I should sleep with you’ part, but I’m pretty sure she thinks we will.” Cammie ran a finger over Jude’s thigh, and her touch seared through the fabric of his pants. He brushed her hand aside right before it reached his already erect cock. Her presence and words were an erotic mix that kept him aroused. “But I do think you’d be a great fuck.”
Jude tried to bite his tongue, but he felt he had to nip this sexual talk before he’d give in and end up nibbling on her. Her body was working like voodoo on his, pricking and poking through his resolve.
With his arms set like steel in his lap, he turned toward Cammie. “Listen up. There’s never going to be an us. Never. Got it?”
With a scolding huff, Cammie inched closer to Jude. He pressed himself against the door trying to make space between them because they were dangerously close.
“What are you afraid of?” Cammie asked in a seductive tone as she eyed Jude’s full lips.
In a move so quick he didn’t have time to react, Cammie’s lips were upon his. Pressing. Demanding. Sparks didn’t just fly, they shot through him. He felt his entire body erupt up from an unknown force. Jude slipped under it and wrapped his once frozen arms around her waist. His hands made contact with the bare skin of her back. The sexual charge he felt between them continued as he skimmed his hands along her sides, slightly touching the tempting sides of her breasts.
Jude felt Cammie smiling against his lips as she began to palm his erection.
“Damn, you’re a big boy.” She purred.
Something in her words or voice slapped Jude back to reality. Startled he released his hold on her, opened the car door, and bolted. He reached down to his knees to catch his breath and processed what had just occurred.
Cammie moved into the driver’s seat and was peering up at him through the open door. A knowing smirk plastered across her beautiful face.
“This.” Jude pointed to her then moved his finger back and forth between them. “Can’t happen again. I’m not throwing my career away on a woman. No matter how fucking hot you are. Do you understand me?”
Easing out of the car, Cammie moved toward him. Her short walk was full of swaying hips and swollen lips. Both making Jude shake as he controlled his desire to reach out and fucking devour her.
“November is a long, long time away.” She ran a single finger down his chest, stopping just short of his pants. Jude’s body and cock were as stiff as a board. “And there’s nothing more I want right now than to have your cock inside of me.”
Cammie rubbed over his dick and gripped him over his pants.
“Fuck.” Jude hissed and clenched his jaw tight, fighting the feel of her hands all over him. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” Cammie leaned forward and kissed the skin exposed at the opening of his collar.
“Dammit,” he yelled as he picked her up, his large hands encompassing her waist.
Jude placed her ass on the trunk of the car and Cammie wrapped her legs around him. Her dress was bunched up around her thighs, so she pressed him closer to her pussy with the heels of he
r shoes digging into his butt.
“You want me. I want you,” she stated. “It’s that simple.”
Jude thought he could have her this one time and she’d move on in her infatuation with him. What kind of a woman fucked a man after knowing him for a little over an hour? Maybe her father had been right, and she was a tramp. Hell, he’d even suggested that Jude fuck her to keep her happy.
“Fine.” He grabbed the front of her halter dress between her breasts and ripped the thing in two from top to bottom. Cammie sat there before him bare from her head to the shoes on her feet. Jude stared breathless and amazed at the perfect curves facing him. “No panties?”
“Never. They only get in the way,” she said in her naked glory.
Jude spread her thighs further apart and leaned forward with a growl in his throat. He needed to taste her sweet pussy as it glistened in arousal. Pressing the palm of his hand on her lower stomach, she took his lead and laid back on the car.
Placing his hands under her ass, he pulled her toward him and dived into her. His tongue hit her skin first. Flicking from slit to clit, the taste of her was sweet.
He glanced up and saw her full, neglected tits. He slid his hands from beneath her and reached up to her nipples. Each hand owning one, twisting it until she cried out.
“Put your hands over your head while I fuck you with my tongue.” Jude commanded and was shocked when Cammie complied.
“God.” She moaned with her head tilted back exposing her neck to him. The view up her body from her pussy made his dick twitch in need.
He continued to twirl his tongue over her clit and pinched her nipples, as she moaned from the pleasure. He thought she might be close to climaxing, so he tried the same little trick he often used with Frankie. Fingers in her pussy and ass. It probably wasn’t her first anal invasion considering how eager she was to fuck him, a practical stranger. He had a feeling this woman had experienced it all.
As he pushed his pinky up into her, she arched forward and grabbed ahold of his hair. Pulling on the ends to the point of pain, she called out as her hips bucked against his face.
“Jude,” she shouted his name, repeatedly. After Cammie’s orgasm ricocheted through her body, the tension released and she collapsed with a thud.
“Lay flat and try to hold onto something,” Jude said. “This is gonna be quick and hard.”
Flicking open his belt, he yanked his zipper down, and drew his cock from the confines of his pants. He pumped his erection a couple of times and ran it over her slit as he prepared to bury himself deep inside of her.
“Fuck,” he spit out. “I don’t have a condom.” They were packed away in his duffle bag. The last time he saw it, the senator’s driver was throwing it in the back of the black Escalade at Love Field. “You’re getting on your knees and sucking me off when I tell you.”
Cammie rose up on her elbows and licked her lips. “Fine, but my tongue will ruin you for anyone else.”
“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” he asked as he plunged forward into her wet and waiting pussy.
He pulled her hips dead against him while she pushed forward. “That’s right, baby. It’s your turn to get me off.”
Back and forth they worked his cock in and out of her. Cammie reached forward to touch herself. Jude was in an erotic daze as he thrust into her. He hadn’t felt this kind of lust and desire during sex for years, if ever.
“Down on your knees with your mouth open.” His release was approaching so he brought his hands to her back and helped her sit up. She nodded and complied, again, without a word of protest. “Open.”
Her mouth was wide and waiting for him, so he plunged into her wet warmth. Her twirling tongue greeted him. She licked over his dick and sucked and pulled. Her speed increased, and he knew she was right, he’d never had a woman give him head like this before.
“Holy shit,” he grunted as he spurted long and hard down her willing throat. “Goddammit,” he whispered as he finished and slowly pulled out.
“Told you,” she said with glee. Wiping her mouth with the remnants of her dress, she stood and walked past him. Her little ass jiggling while her heels hit the garage’s concrete floor.
Jude was left staring at her with his dick now limp and his mouth opened wide in disbelief.
“Satisfied?” she asked over her shoulder before entering her condo.
“Finished is more like it. One fuck that’s all I’m giving you.” The moment he said the words, he knew they were a lie. He’d fuck her seven ways to Sunday if she’d let him.
“We’ll see about that.” She skipped through the door, and Jude hit his hand against the car.
“Fuck me,” he muttered.
And from somewhere inside the condo, he heard Cammie laugh out, “Gladly.”
Chapter Eight
After straightening his clothes and berating himself for being so stupid, Jude made his way into the condo. Once inside, the first thing he saw was his duffle bag near the garage door entrance. He picked it up and threw the strap over his shoulder, wondering how it got into her place. The magic of being almost President of the United States he surmised.
Walking past the small hallway, he found himself in a kitchen worthy of a reality show chef. Granite, stainless steel, and silver knobs shined in the kitchen’s bright light.
He looked around for Cammie and didn’t see her mulling about, so he continued walking further into the adjoining family room. It was the size of his entire apartment. It sure was nice to have a rich kingpin for a father, he thought.
“Back here, Jude,” Cammie called, summoning him forward to find her location.
“In here.” Cammie stood inside a bedroom without a stitch of clothing on. He thought she would’ve covered herself by now, and he looked around the room with his eyes avoiding her at all costs.
“What’s the matter? Are you shy now?” She baited him. “I figured you’ve seen the goods, why cover them up.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Jude cursed under his breath. “This isn’t the Garden of Eden. Get some damn clothes on.”
“You tore my dress. Remember.” She walked passed him and pinched his ass. “This is your room. Make yourself comfortable. I have friends coming over tonight. Guy friends.”
“Guests need clearance. Per your father,” he shouted back at her since she’d disappeared from his sight. “No cell phones, either. Boyfriends or just friends?”
She poked her head around the corner at the door. “Jealous?” She laughed. “Don’t worry just fuck buddies. Like you.”
Jude turned around in enough time to see Cammie winking at him before she disappeared again. Fucking cocktease. But actually, he knew she didn’t tease his cock, since she’d sucked his brains out instead. He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head trying to clear his thoughts.
Placing his duffle on the bed, he unzipped the bag and pulled out his laptop and sat it on the nearby desk. Now that Cammie had left the room, he scanned his surroundings carefully.
Modern décor mixed with a masculine feel. He’d at least feel comfortable in here. It would be a safe haven for him he hoped.
~*~*~*~
A few hours later Cammie had given Jude a formal tour of the condo. Three thousand square feet of luxury for a twenty-one-year-old nymphomaniac seemed excessive to him. But Cammie had mentioned it being a little small for her taste. Likely she was comparing it to the mansion on Turtle Creek where she was raised. He’d heard it contained twelve bedrooms and an indoor tennis court. Cammie’s mother had been a semi-professional player in her younger days.
Cammie had changed, or put on some clothes after their little discussion in Jude’s bedroom. Though he didn’t care for how short her shorts where. Especially knowing that there weren’t any panties under them.
One little slip to the right or left of those shorts and her pussy lips would be on full display. He wanted to kick himself for hoping to get a little glimpse. At least the tight and strappy camisole she was wearing w
as in a royal blue and not the sheer white she wore earlier. The color set off the red fire of her hair, making her even more beautiful if possible.
“Fucked,” he muttered to himself as he sat on her couch and scanned through the available cable channels on her television and saw all the porn DVDs stacked by the set.
When she plopped down next to him, he tried to move slightly away from her. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite unless you ask.”
He stared back at her in disbelief. Jude had never met a woman who spoke so freely about her sexual wants and needs before. Let alone traipsed around in no clothing. He wasn’t sure whether it turned him on or horrified him. Then he realized his dick was hard again and knew she fucking flipped every switch that connected to his cock.
“Cat’s got your tongue.” She smiled, and then the doorbell rang. “Cool. My friends are here.”
Jude watched her pop up off the couch and swore he saw something pink and wet peeking out of the crotch of her shorts.
“Hey, they have to give me their cell phones before I’ll let them in. Once they do, I’ll hang out in my room. I’ve got some work to catch up on.” He lied about needing to do work. Instead he knew he’d be listening intently through the walls to hear what was happening with these so-called fuck buddies of hers.
“Sure, sure. Whatever.” Cammie tossed her comments over her shoulder.
Jude watched her open the front door of the condo and welcome in two tattooed and pierced guys about her age. Rough around the edges and in-between best described these two guys.
“Hey, Cam,” the taller guy said as he picked her up by the ass. Jude watched Cammie circle her legs around the guy’s waist. A flash of something unique called jealously ran through him. He wanted to slug the guy in the jaw or pull his clicking tongue piercing out.
“I’ve missed you,” Cammie muttered between open-mouthed kisses.
“Hey, what about me?” the second guy asked. He was shorter but had muscles that would give the Incredible Hulk a complex.
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