Page 24 of A Man of Power

I watch as she releases a long slow breath. “You are in charge, Congressman,” she says. I sense the slightest tinge of sarcasm in the way she says “Congressman.” Her feistiness turns me on. I’ll show her who’s in control.

I don’t wait for her to speak again. In one fell swoop, I pull her feet apart off the desk and raise them, so she’s completely open to me as I slam inside of her. Her cry tells me she liked this intrusion. She attempts to move, but I keep her legs from rising. She’s stuck to the desk, just where I want her to be.

I continue to pull out and plunge back in. Over and over, I do this, bringing her to the brink each time, but then waiting for a second to enter her again. I can see the frustration building on her facial features. She wants her orgasm.

“Say it again,” I finally grunt as I slow my movement, entering her deliciously slowly.

Her whole body is trembling with need as she looks up at me. “You are in charge, Congressman,” she says, and this time, there isn’t a trace of sarcasm.

“Fucking right I am,” I state as I glance over my shoulder at the Capitol building. “And I’m going to make you come at each and every monument this city has to offer, but only if you are good, little dove,” I say.

“Please,” she begs. I raise an eyebrow. “Congressman,” she adds, and I smirk as I plunge inside her and begin moving at a punishing speed. Her body bounces with each thrust of my hips.

“Tell me you’re on birth control,” I state because, shit, I’m not even thinking about condoms at this moment.

“I am,” she manages to say as her body tightens around me.

“Oh, God!” Her muffled cry comes out through her hand that’s back over her mouth.

“Oh, sweet little dove, I am more than your god,” I retort. “I’m your everything.” And with that, I swivel my hips and lean forward so that my pubic bone grinds against her clit.

Her cries are hardly muffled this time as she comes hard around my cock, her tight little pussy clamping down so hard that it nearly pushes my dick out of her. I place her ankles on my shoulders and wrap my arms around her legs, allowing me better control as I pick up my pace and lose myself inside her, my mouth going slack as I feel my cock burst deep inside her wet heat.

Our eyes meet in the dimly lit room and I know that we are both feeling something we shouldn’t. I pull out of her and step back, gently letting her legs dangle back over the edge of the desk. I grab a tissue box and hand it to her. Her hand shakily takes it as I tuck myself back inside my pants. I want her smell on me when I jerk off in my shower later. And I will be doing that, with this image of her splayed on my desk filling every crevice of my imagination.

“I’ll be right back,” she says. The slight pink blush spreading across her cheeks is barely visible in the low light of the room, but I see it there and it hits me in a way that I’m not willing to explore at the moment. She turns and grabs her pants and puts them on before heading to the bathroom.

I pace while I wait. I shouldn’t have done that, but damn it, if it wasn’t everything I wanted and more.

Her presence at the door distracts me from my thoughts. Her shadow is cast across the floor, her silhouette illuminated by the hall light.

“We need to talk,” she says.

I sigh. I knew it was too good to be true. Does she want to talk already? What the fuck?

“Alexis, I thought we had an agreement…” I trail off as she shakes her head at me.

“No, I don’t mean about…” I can’t see the color in her cheeks, but I know it's most definitely there.

“Then about what?”

“Come,” she says and walks in the direction of her office. I don’t move, waiting for her to turn. She pauses at the door and looks back at me. I raise an eyebrow. She rolls her eyes. “Please, Congressman.”

Smirking, I rise and follow her, enjoying the view the entire way down the dimly lit hallway.

Her computer is on. Each of her screens shows different things. One is a news article about a missing girl. I squint to see it from across the room as I start walking toward it, drawn to the words on the screen like a moth to a flame.

“Oh, not that,” she says as she turns her other screen to face me. “I have been doing more research on Confervo.”

I don’t answer her as I skim the article. This girl was a college student. She was found not far from the incident that changed our lives.

I clear my throat and turn away from the picture of a happy young woman wearing sorority letters.

“What did you find? And I thought you were finished with it. Didn’t you send me everything you had?”

She nods and shrugs. “Something doesn’t sit right with me. I wanted to do more research.”

“Alexis, you need to understand. You can’t be wasting your time digging up every little thing. We have too many topics and not enough time. You’ll need to learn where to draw the line,” I scold because it’s fucking true. I don’t have enough staff as it is, and we are barely treading water when it comes to covering all the issues I need to be involved with while running for the Senate.

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