Page 41 of Presidential Bargain
“Where are you?”Jameson’s boomingvoice filled the hotel suite. I was in the bathroom, changing clothes, washing away the grime of the day when I heard him. I hurried to finish, especially when I heard him yell my name. “Georgie! Whereareyou?”
I emerged from the suite’s master bedroom, wearing a pair of heather-gray yoga pants and a loose, pale pink T-shirt. My hair was still in the perfectly coiffed ponytail I’d worn all week long, but that was the only trace of my last campaign appearance fortheday.
“Jesus, you don’t have to yell,” I playfullyscoldedhim.
Jameson dropped the white grocery bag he held onto the floor and rushed toward me, wrapping his large arms around me, enveloping my slender frame in his massive embrace. He buried his face in my neck and we stood there, draped in each other for what felt likeforever.
Then Jameson’s lips made contact with my skin, leaving scorching trails of wet kisses up my neck and across my cheek until our lips finally connected. His kiss was hard and deep, reconnecting and reacquainting us. He became hungrier, nibbling on my bottom lip, sucking on it before giving me another searing kiss. My lips opened willingly to his probing tongue, welcoming it into my mouth. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, and I had to stand on tiptoes so I didn’t break the kiss or the connection. His hands made their way to my bottom, squeezing and kneading my flesh until he lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist and we walked back into the bedroom where he deposited me on the large king-sized bed. I let out a squeal of delight as I landed on the fluffy comforter with anaudiblethud.
Jameson wasted no time in removing his brilliant white dress shirt and the navy blue trousers. Within seconds, he was down to only the black boxer briefs that clung to his powerful, lean thighs and straining erection. I wiggled out of my pants and slipped the T-shirt over my head until I was spread out before him in my lacy pink bra and matching panties. Jameson let out a hungry groan before slipping his hands under my ass and pulling meforward.
“I missed you more than you know,” Jameson murmured before placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on my bare stomach. He continued his haphazard path across my chest while his mischievous fingers pulled at the lace of my underwear. There was a distinct rip as he tore them from my body, discarding them carelessly onto thecarpet.
His lips made their way up my body, latching onto a nipple through the cup of my bra. A hiss escaped my lips as I arched my back, pushing myself into him. Jameson’s fingers disappeared between my thighs and he stroked the saturated, delicate flesh, which elicited another hiss, followed by a moan. The decadent combination of Jameson’s hot mouth against my skin and his fingers working between my legs was an intoxicatingrecipe.
“I don’t think I can be patient right now,” Jamesongrowled.
I nodded in understanding, as he discarded his boxer briefs onto the floor. There would be time to take our time later, but right now, we both wanted the same thing. He placed a hand on the inside of my thigh and spread my legs, opening me upforhim.
I watched as Jameson gripped his cock in his fist and guided it toward me, notching himself against my entrance. My body gorged on each delicious inch of him until he was firmly rooted inside. We had been apart for an entire week and the night of Jameson’s departure was not a happy memory. I grasped at him, starved to have him close. His large hands covered my body, pulling it tightly against his. Our groans and moans synched together to form one sound as our bodies molded together. Jameson consumed me until I felt himeverywhere.
I felt the distinct tightness in my core that signaled my impending orgasm. I latched onto Jameson, urging him closer because every inch that separated us was too much. He was buried completely inside me and with every thrust, his balls slapped against my sensitive flesh, sending deliciously sharp tremors upmybody.
“I’m so close,” Ipanted.
Jameson’s lips were all over me, devouring every inchofme.
“Me too.” His voice was hoarse and ragged, his breath coming out hot andheavy
I gave in because I couldn’t stand the fire that consumed me entirely. I needed release and I needed it badly. Jameson wasn’t far behind me and together, we collided and tumbled over the edge, right into sheerecstasy.
We collapsed in a sweaty, messy heap, limbs tangled together. Jameson ran his fingers through my hair before lightly trailing them down my bare back. He continued this for quite some time while our breaths evened out and our hearts started to beat normally again. I was perfectly content to stay wrapped up in him until the morning. Except, one thingbotheredme.
“What was in the bag you dropped on the floor?” I asked, curious about itscontents.
“Hmm?” Jameson murmured. His fingers traced lazy circles on my bare flesh, which elicited a fresh round of shivers and goosebumps on my overly sensitive skin. I tried to squirm away, but he held me firmly in place, refusing to let even a fraction of an inch separate us. He nuzzled into my neck and placed light, lazy kisses along my collarbone. This was the very definition ofheaven.
“You had a bag when you got here that you just dropped. What wasinit?”
“Oh.Brownies.”
“Jameson!”
“Andtiramisu.”
I leapt from the bed, dragging the top sheet with me. I hastily covered myself and headed into the living room in search of the bag. I found it just in the entryway and looked inside. Sure enough, there were two containers. Jameson had been right. One contained two of the largest brownies I had ever seen in my life and in the other was a huge slice of tiramisu that most people wouldshare.
I walked back into the bedroom armed with forks, napkins, and the bag of desserts. I was disappointed to find Jameson tugging on his underwear. I really wanted post-coital naked desserteatingtime.
“I hope you like brownies.” I sat down on the bed, scooting until my back hit the headboard. I pulled out the box with the tiramisu and plunged my fork right in. The first bite washeavenly.
“We do have some plans to discuss while you feast. And yes, I likebrownies.”
I pretended to pout because I didn’t want to have to focus on the campaign right now. I just wanted to be Georgie and Jameson, the couple who’d just had amazing I-haven’t-seen-you-in-a-week-and-I-missed-you sex. You know, like a normalcouple.
Jameson occupied the spot next to me and took out the second box. Over dessert and eventually coffee, which he ordered from room service at my insistence, we discussed the schedule because it was all about the debate. We were leaving New York and heading to Boston, to his home and the location of the first debate. He wanted to spend a few days strategizing with his advisors, and of course, I had yet to meet hisparents.
The next morning, we checked out of the hotel and our caravan of black SUVs with heavily-tinted windows waited for us outside of the hotel. It didn’t take long before we were off and for the next four hours, I grilled Jameson about various topics, helping him prepare for thedebate.
