Page 31 of Solstice

My cunt clenched around him, and I picked up my pace, using the leverage to hit that sweet spot inside of me.

“Fuck, X. Slow down.” He dug his fingers into my hips, trying to hold me still, to keep me in place. I fought him. I always fought him. Going faster. Harder.

Right there. Yes. Yes. Yes.

He shoved me off his lap, depositing me into my seat. His absence hit like a punch to the twat, and I scissored my legs together to deal with it. He clamped his hands on my knees to hold them apart. “I said no.”

“Fuck you.” My heart pounded, and I clenched my hands into fists. I’d never been filled with such conflicting emotions for one person in my whole life. I needed him. I yearned for him. And yet, I wanted to punch his goddamn lights out.

“Fuck yeah, get mad,” he said, a perverted glimmer in his eye. “I love taking your ass when you’re pissed.”

“Representative Washington,” Theo said over the intercom. “Mr. Fairfax. We’re five minutes out.”

“Uh-oh.” Lex gave me another pretend pout. “Playtime’s over.”

“Get off me,” I snarled.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. When I bit his bottom lip almost hard enough to bleed, he pinched my clit until I gasped and opened my mouth.

“Nothing on the face.” He pointed a finger at me like he was scolding a naughty kitten, and I snapped my teeth at him again.

I had to shake that off, though. Five minutes gave me enough time to regain my composure and tell my lady parts to settle down. Despite this intense thing between us, there was one thing neither of us would sacrifice: our public image.

Lex tucked his dick back into his pants, and I checked my hair and makeup in a compact mirror, closing my eyes to breathe down my hormones. By the time we were there, I was back in my politician’s skin. My nerves had been electric for hours, but I smiled for the cameras like it wasn’t there, like the sensation of Lex putting his hand on my lower back while we walked the red carpet wasn’t an intoxicating caress that cascaded over my entire body.

“Ivy! Ivy! When’s the wedding?” someone shouted.

“Ivy, who will you be wearing?” This one shoved a microphone in my face.

I sighed and pulled my grin tighter. I’d just been elected the youngest congresswoman in history. I had a full plate of public policy ahead of me. All these people cared about was my wedding? Sure, sure. Don’t worry about the rapidly warming climate or the mass extinctions happening all over the planet. No, the overpriced mound of fabric I schlepped on my body when I relegated myself to a day of patriarchal domesticity was infinitely more important.

My mother greeted us inside the ballroom, thrusting a glass of champagne in my hand while chastising me for my haggard appearance.

“You look like you haven’t slept in a decade.” Her eagle eyes narrowed, missing nothing. “Are you sweating?”

Just working on your first grandchild, Mother.

Lex laughed into his champagne, and I prayed I hadn’t blurted that out loud.

“Just rushing around,” I said instead.

“Well, try not to look like a prized sow, yes?” She turned and walked away, catching the attention of Senator Gibson.

“How long do you think we’ll have to stay?” I murmured to Lex.

“At least until midnight.” He winked. “Don’t worry, X. You’ll wanna stay longer than that. Trust me.”

I trembled at the innuendo behind his eyes, and I remembered the toy he hadn’t removed in the limo.

That’s right, America.

I stood in front of hundredsof elected leaders, nosy journalists, and bored housewives that loved to gossip about my family,holding an emerald gemstone plug straight up my ass.

How many congresswomen could say that?

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“You don’t supposewe’ll hit an age where they stop inviting us to these things, do you?” Jon sipped his champagne and shoved his hand into his pocket.

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