Page 53 of Presidential Bargain
“Ms. Washington, we meet at last,” he said, his voice dripping with false southern charm. He extended his hand toward me and I politely took it, shaking it firmly and briefly. When he let go, I was mindful to wipe my hand surreptitiously against myskirt.
“It’s nice to meet you, Governor.” I nodded my head politely in his direction and stole a glance back toward Jameson, who was still engaged in a conversation with hisfather.
“Your fiancé is quite protective. He’ll fight anyone who dares sully yourgoodname.”
“Jameson is very caring. I appreciate everything he does to protect ourrelationship.”
I didn’t like being so close to Governor Huntley without Jameson. I was nervous and worried about saying the wrong thing. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long for Jameson to finally join our awkwardconversation.
“Governor, I see you have finally met my fiancée.” Jameson’s political mask was on and his smile was wide, bright, and totally disingenuous. The two men firmly shook hands and I could see the challenge in both theirgazes.
The governor released Jameson’s hand and nodded in my direction. “I have finally made the acquaintance of the lovely Ms. Washington. I was just telling her that you are quite the knight in shiningarmor.”
Jameson’s hand slid around my waist and he pulled me against him tightly. “Of course I am, Governor. I’m sure you would do the exact same thing forLouise.”
“Absolutely.”
It was easy to tell, based on Jameson’s grip and the way he looked at the governor, his eyes stormy and dark, that Jameson didn’t trust him. There was something unspoken between the two men, and I started to wonder if it had anything to do with the meeting they hadrecently.
“If you’ll excuse us, Governor. My parents are waiting.” Jameson maneuvered us away from the governor and toward Ruth and Sam, who were talking with the debatemoderator.
We exchanged a few more pleasantries with people on the stage, who all congratulated Jameson on his debate performance. I noticed the exhaustion begin to set in as Jameson’s normally sharp features started to soften. We were finally able to make our escape to the waiting caravan ofvehicles.
As soon as we said good night to his parents and slid into the back of our limousine, Jameson loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. Then he turned toward me and pulled me into his lap. His hand shot into my hair, his fingers running through the long strands, and then he touched our foreheadstogether.
“I thought I was going to lose it tonight when the moderator asked about you. Governor Huntley’s answer pissedmeoff.”
“You were amazing,” I whispered. I placed my hands on either side of his face, lightly stroking his cheeks with the pads of my thumbs. I brushed my lips lightly against his once, twice, beforepullingback.
“I hate that you keep getting used as a pawn in all of this. I’m sorry that this whole arrangement has been nothing but nightmare afternightmare.”
I was shocked. Did he really think that our agreement was a nightmare? I started to move away, back to my seat, but Jameson held mefirmly.
“Fuck, Georgie. That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry.” He sighed and closed his eyes, as if he were gathering his thoughts. “I just meant that I’m sorry this hasn’t been easier. I didn’t expect it would be thisdifficult.”
I could see the frustration on Jameson’s face. Whatever he wanted to say wasn’t coming out right and he was struggling to find the words. Instead of forcing him to talk, I kissed him softly. The kiss instantly heated as Jameson took charge. Showing rather than telling was sometimes the best way tocommunicate.
Jameson’s hand slid up my thigh and underneath my skirt. His fingers brushed the edge of my lace panties before plunging into my wetness. He ended our kiss, pulling back to look at me. His expression was a mixture of surprise anddelight.
“You’rewet?”
“Are youcomplaining?”
“Not in the least. Were you this wet during thedebate?”
“Your performance had me practically dripping, Senator.” My voice was a sultry purr. I grasped his tie and tugged it lightly yet firmly, before attacking his mouth with my own. I moved so that I now straddled him and his hands found my ass. I broke the kiss and slid down his body until my bare knees met the scratchy carpeting of the car’sinterior.
“Georgie, don’t,” Jameson warned me. I knew why he wanted me to stop. We were in the back of a car and even though there was only one other person, this was hardly private. We’ve already been caught once. He didn’t want to risk being exposed again. Ididn’tcare.
“Is there a partitionscreen?”
Jameson nodded and I saw his hand move across the door’s handle before I heard the soft motorized whirring sound, granting us privacy. When it stopped, I skated my hands up his thighs until I grasped his belt buckle between my fingers. I maneuvered the metal until his belt hung open and then I went to work on the button of his trousers. I tugged his fly open and reached inside, pulling his erection free from the confines of his boxer briefs. He was hot and heavy in my hand and growing harder with just the slightest bit of attention. I stroked his cock, admiring the silky softness of his flesh against my palm. My mouth watered as I imagined what it would be like to finally take him in mymouth.
I wasted no more time fantasizing and bent over his lap. I guided him into my mouth and moaned as I got my first taste. His hands tangled themselves in my hair as I began to suck him, feasting on his salty essence and relishing in the clean, maleness of his scent. He groaned with appreciation as I took him deeply into my mouth, and I tortured him with long, leisurely licks in between devouring himwhole.
“Jesus, fuck, Georgie.” He shifted in his seat, shoving himself farther down mythroat.
I gagged momentarily on the size of him until he pulled back slightly. I focused on breathing through my nose as I regained my rhythm. Short, shallow pulls followed by longer, deeperdrags.
