Inches separated our bodies. Fury came off of her in waves, her temper filling the space around us. She was stunning when she was angry, and each word out of her mouth took the tension raging through my body and transformed it into something else entirely.
She reached out, her hands connecting with my suit jacket, pushing me back against the elevator wall. “You’ve been ignoring me for over a week; you don’t get to be angry now. I needed time; I needed a little patience. I never said I didn’t want to be friends anymore, never said we had to act like strangers. That’s on you.”
“If I’ve been ignoring you, it’s not because I’m punishing you, it’s because it hurts to look at you. It hurts to hear your voice, and see your smile, and know that I’ve lost you. I can’t be friends with you; I can’t be around you right now. I’m not punishing you; I’m trying to breathe.”
Jackie stared down at the floor, her voice tight. “Then why are you here? Why didn’t you just let me go?”
“What do you want, Jackie? That’s why I’m here. I’m trying to figure you out. So what do you want from me?” I asked the question, struggling to make my tone casual, acting like my heart wasn’t on the line, like I wasn’t one step away from pushing her up against the wall and finding the release I craved. I asked the question like my sanity hadn’t gone out the window a long time ago, and as if her answer weren’t everything.
“I don’t know.” Jackie’s voice shook slightly. “Maybe things were better when they were casual, without all of this stuff between us—”
“When it was just sex?”
She flushed. “Yeah.”
I didn’t know how to tell her the truth, how to make her understand what she didn’t want to see, what she couldn’t see.
It had never just been sex.
What I felt every time I looked at her was infinitely more complicated. I was a fucking mess, and she reduced us to nothing more than just a fling, while I stood here, completely and utterly in love with her.
I was sick of her having the upper hand, sick of her managing me, sick of waiting around for whatever scraps she threw my way. She wanted things to be casual between us? She thought it was possible for sex to be casual between us?
Fuck that.
Jackie
My back hit the elevator wall before I even had a chance to register that he’d moved. I jerked my head, staring up at Will. He was hard, his hips pressing against mine, sending sparks throughout my body.
My brain told me to release the emergency button and get out of the elevator. My body rocked back, rubbing myself over his cock, desire pooling between my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I asked. The words came out, lost somewhere between the moans that escaped as he ground himself against me, giving me every inch of how badly he wanted me.
My nipples tightened. It had only been twelve days since we’d been together, and he’d created a monster. My emotions were strung together by want and need, and I was horny as fuck.
Will moved closer, his muscular chest brushing against me. He didn’t answer me. He took a fistful of my hair, pushing it to the side, exposing my neck and the skin hidden by my shirt collar. His mouth closed down on me—hot, wet—as his teeth grazed my flesh. My hips bucked.
There was nothing playful in it; this was no teasing nip. It was hard enough that I had no doubt he’d leave a mark; no doubt he wanted to. This was primal, wild, something I’d never experienced before. It was as if his mouth were saying, pay attention, you’re mine.
He pulled back slightly, the cool air hitting my skin, a stark contrast to the heat in his touch. A tremor ran through me, my nipples pebbling.
“We’re in an elevator. We can’t have sex in an elevator,” I murmured, my words at odds with the way my hips moved against him, the friction between us sending another wave of pleasure through me.
My body was ready to take exactly what it wanted, even as my brain scrambled to catch up.
Will leaned forward again, his size blocking everything out. His mouth drifted up my neck, his lips and tongue caressing me, sending wave after wave of desire ripping through my body. His mouth closed over my earlobe, biting down, drawing it into his mouth. I gasped.
Fuck it. I was about to have sex in an elevator.
He released the lobe, his mouth hovering near my ear.
“You want to pretend this is just casual? That any guy could touch you and make you moan like I do?” His hand slid down between us, stroking me through the fabric of my dress, his touch sending sparks through me. “You want to pretend you aren’t dying for me to slip a finger inside you? That if I did, I wouldn’t find you soaking wet?” He shifted his hand higher, stroking my clit through the layers of clothes. His fingers moved over me expertly, providing just enough pressure to have me biting back another moan. He touched my body like he knew exactly how to get me off; as if he knew everything I liked, every secret desire, every part of me that responded to his touch.
I was losing it, falling apart in his arms, and in contrast, his voice was calm, his hands confident. I loathed his control; hated my lack of it.
His lips grazed my ear. “I’m going to fuck you here. And it’s going to be so good you won’t want anyone else but me. I’m going to ruin you for other men, and you’re going to like it.”
Jesus.
He reached down between us, his hands moving to the tie of my dress. I looked down, watching as he undid the knot. The dress opened, exposing my bare skin, the fuchsia lace bra and boy shorts I wore underneath. Will’s eyes darkened. I waited for him to pull the dress off, but he left it on, his hands stroking my stomach, moving higher—
“Beautiful.” He trailed a finger down the edge of my bra, teasing a shiver from me.
“Please.”
“What?”
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“More.”
He slid the dress from my shoulders, the fabric falling to the floor. His hands reached behind my back, unsnapping my bra, peeling the lace from my body in one easy movement. He tossed the bra to the floor.
His hands came forward, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, squeezing, pushing my flesh together. My back arched, giving him everything he wanted. I gripped the wall, struggling to support my weight as my legs trembled, my body flooded with need.
Will’s head bent, his lips brushing against my nipple softly, teasing my flesh. His stubble scraped my skin, the contrast with the gentleness of his mouth sending another shiver through me.
“Please.” I bit back a moan, desperate for more, for his tongue—
Ohmigod.
His mouth came down around my nipple, his lips and his tongue creating a deep suction, his teeth adding the faintest hint of pain that wound its way around the pleasure.
I grabbed onto his hair, pulling him against me, greedy for more, wanting him to take me in deeper, suck me harder. I moved forward, yanking Will toward me, until he was flush against me again. I fumbled with his shirt, struggling to pull the fabric out from the waistband of his pants. My hand lowered, cupping his arousal, stroking his hard length, his cock jerking against my palm.
Will moved away, his mouth leaving my breast. His gaze narrowed. I didn’t know what he wanted, couldn’t read the expression in his eyes. There was heat there, heat and desire. But I saw anger where I’d previously seen emotion, and I wondered if I’d pushed him too far; I was so desperate for everything else I didn’t really care.
He continued to stare at me, his gaze penetrating, that look somehow more intimate than anything else. He was right, of course. All he had to do was touch me and my body responded. He’d proven that easily enough. I craved his touch in a way I’d never wanted anyone, in a way I’d never want anyone.
“I need you.” It was the most honest thing I’d ever said, and even though it was unspoken between us, I knew he knew I wasn’t just talking about the mind-blowing orgasm building inside me, or the touch of his hands, or the feel of h
is lips. I needed—wanted—it all.
“I know.” He delivered the statement matter-of-factly, as if I weren’t standing there practically naked, my nipples begging for his hands and mouth, my body wet and ready for him.
There wasn’t a trace of arrogance in his tone, and yet we both knew there was no need for arrogance. He had the real power here, the kind that didn’t need to be advertised.
Will reached out, his hands stroking my sides, moving up my stomach, dragging his knuckles over my flesh, his fingers following behind in lazy strokes. I bit down on my lip, the tenderness of his touch almost unbearable.
The contrasting sensations were too much. It was fast and furious; it was heady and sweet. As soon as my body caught up, he changed his touch, leaving me a mass of confusion and a bundle of desire.
His gaze never leaving mine, Will knelt down before me, his hands drifting lower, his fingers hooking under the top of my boy shorts. He pulled the lace from my hips, dragging the fabric down my legs, yanking them off over my heels.
He leaned forward, his mouth on me, his head between my legs. His tongue stroked me, moving upward, finding my clit.
I moaned.
“Oh my god. Yes. Will. Gah.” My voice became an incoherent jumble of words, phrases, sounds. Absolute nonsense. Everything I had was shattered by his mouth, his lips, his tongue. He played with my body, pushing me to the brink of orgasm, and then holding me back, need vibrating through me, my body strung tight like a bow.
His fingers slid inside me, diving into my wetness, his hands bringing me closer and closer, finishing the job his mouth started. I was so fucking close.
I watched him, unable to tear my gaze from the sight of his hands manipulating me, heat filling me at the wink of cufflinks on his wrist as he fucked me with his fingers.
And then I felt it, my orgasm building, a flash of heat ripping through my body. I came with a scream, all that pent up frustration and arousal finally releasing. I came with him kneeling in front of me, perfect suit, golden hair, knowing gaze, stripping away my control until I had nothing left but the pleasure he gave me.
Will
The second Jackie came around my fingers, her arousal covering my hand, my control snapped. I pulled back, rising to my feet on shaky legs. I’d never been more turned on in my life. Maybe I’d been the one to seduce her in the elevator, but from the moment I touched her, I became the one who was seduced.
I fumbled with my trousers, a tremor in my hands as I unbuttoned my pants, dragging my zipper down. Jackie reached forward, her hand stroking me, her fingers curving around my cock as she pushed the opening of my boxers aside. My heartbeat skipped and sputtered as my dick throbbed in her hands.
I grabbed her hips, lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist, pushing her back against the wall, gripping her ass.
She reached between us, taking me in her hands again, guiding me toward her. The head of my cock rubbed against her slick warmth and I bit back a groan. So fucking good.
I slid into her slowly, loving the feel of her body clenching down on me as I thrust deeper inside. I lifted her up, shifting slightly, and then I was filling her completely, a moan tumbling from my lips.
I moved slowly, holding her against me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her feet digging into my back. She clutched my shoulders, her naked breasts rubbing against the front of my suit jacket. I fucked her slowly, struggling between my own need and my desire to leave her with a memory that would show her that sex was never just sex between us.
I felt my own orgasm building, the time without her making it even more difficult to maintain control. I moved back slowly, working a hand free to gather her hair, pulling her head back until our gazes met. My hips pumped into her, her body throbbing around me, wresting the last vestiges of restraint.
“You’re mine.” I half spoke the words, half growled them, the savage part of me taking over. “Only mine.”
I couldn’t hear her response over the roaring in my ears as I plunged into her, over and over again, finally grasping the release I needed. But I saw the look in her eyes, watched the awareness flicker, saw the understanding before I gave myself over to pleasure and lost everything else.
Jackie
I could barely stand. After Will gave me my second orgasm in under fifteen minutes, the orgasm of a lifetime, he slid out of me, turning away to fix his clothes. We didn’t speak. My legs shook, my muscles weak, my body sore. My heart ached.
He’d been out to prove a point. Mission accomplished. I barely knew my own fucking name after that.
I grabbed my clothes from the floor, struggling to dress, hysteria bubbling up inside me. I was too raw for words, too rocked by him to know which side was up. I loved him. And I wanted him. And I didn’t have answers beyond that.
He was still angry. I could see it in his stance, could feel it when he was inside me. I’d hurt him—we’d hurt each other. And once again, I had nothing. I was confused, and exhausted, and still somehow turned on. And suddenly it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the elevator.
Will turned to face me, his pants zipped, suit jacket buttoned, his rumpled shirt the only sign he’d been inside me a few minutes earlier.
He looked at me, his jaw clenched. “You okay?”
I nodded, choking on emotions I was afraid to speak and sensations I couldn’t help but feel.
He hit the emergency button, the sound of the elevator whirling to life breaking into what had felt like our secret world. I couldn’t look at him, so I focused on the little numbers lighting up as we descended floor by floor. I was embarrassed. I was torn. Part of me wanted to go home with him, wanted to spend all night in his arms. Part of me needed space like I needed air.
I snuck a peek at his profile, the mussed hair, the clenched jaw, the strong body I loved. Nothing had been resolved between us. There was still want and an impossible barrier I wasn’t sure we could cross.
The elevator stopped on the ground floor. I opened my mouth to speak, but Will turned to me, crushing his mouth to mine, his hands plundering my hair. He released me just as quickly as he’d kissed me, leaving me no time to catch up or adjust to the desire raging inside. He pulled back, his gaze meeting mine.
“It was never just sex. It will never be just sex. You can tell yourself whatever helps you sleep at night, tell yourself whatever you need to feel okay about walking away, but we both know you’ll never want anyone as much as you want me. You’ll never feel for anyone what you feel for me. It’ll never be as good for you as it is with me. Think about that when you can’t sleep tonight, when you’re lying in bed, your nipples sore and aching, your body dying for my mouth, and my hands, and my cock.”
I couldn’t speak. He leaned forward again, his lips brushing against the curve of my cheek, his hand tucking my hair behind my ear, the fingers grazing my lobe sending a tremor through me.
“Good night, Jackie.”
I sagged against the elevator wall, watching him walk away, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do next.
Chapter Twenty-six
. . . with the illegitimate daughter of one of the Senate’s most illustrious figures.
—Capital Confessions blog
Will
I woke to the sound of a ringing telephone and the pounding in my head brought on by a truly awful hangover. After I’d left Jackie, I’d come home and gotten drunk on a bottle of scotch. My head was so fucked it wasn’t even funny.
I’d thought having sex with her would prove how right we were for each other, figured it would convince her not to walk away. All it had done was convince me I would wait for her, for however long I had to. She was it for me, even if she didn’t know it yet.
After all was said and done, I’d still seen confusion in her eyes, and the kind of panic I didn’t know how to erase. I’d used up any tricks or tools I might have to convince her to take a chance on us. I didn’t know what else to do. She was afraid of the unknown, of what would happen if this leaked, but
I didn’t know how to guard against maybes. I was powerless, and for someone like me it was a new and entirely unwelcome sensation.
The phone continued to ring, the shrill sound ripping through my head. I was getting too old to drink like I was in college. When I was twenty-one, hangovers had been manageable. Now it felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my brain.
I rolled over, reaching for my cell on the nightstand. Mitch’s name flashed on the caller ID.
The last thing I wanted to do was talk campaign strategy at . . . I searched for my alarm clock, barely making out the neon letters . . . nine a.m.
I groaned, answering and rolling to sit on the edge of the bed, my feet planted on the floor. Even that motion had my stomach rebelling.
“What’s up?”
“Get on your fucking computer. Now.”
I blinked, the fury in Mitch’s voice filling the line.
“What’s going on?”
“You fucking tell me. Capital Confessions.”
Dread filled me. I flipped open my laptop, typing the blog address into my browser. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this was going to be very, very bad. I waited while the page loaded, nausea rolling around my stomach like a pinball machine. When it finally did, it took a minute for the words and images on the screen to actually register . . . and oh, dear god, the video.
The headline screamed:
Sex Tape!!! Virginia Senate Candidate Caught On Tape With Senator Reynolds’s Illegitimate Daughter
Holy fuck.
I scrolled down, everything growing worse by the moment. There were pictures—of me, Jackie, her father, her mother—pictures of the entire Reynolds clan. The article mentioned Jackie’s internship at Price, her work on my campaign. The article called her mother a “professional girlfriend.” Jesus. And then there was the video.
The phone slipped out of my hand.
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