Page 1 of The Press Secretary's Passion
Prologue
Plot Twist
“Ohhh… yes. Yes!”
I watch as a strong, masculine hand thrusts two fingers into my pussy. My hips arch up to meet him. Swirling wisps of color tease and twirl around his arm in the form of a tattoo, but from this angle, you can’t tell what it is in the video. But I clearly have firsthand knowledge of the soldier’s cross tattoo that sits on that tan stretch of skin.
“Please!”I hear myself beg.
“Mmm.” He chuckles, low and throaty, because he was enjoying teasing me, keeping me on the edge.
“Please!”I needed him so badly. Truth be told, I still do, and thankfully, he’s inclined to oblige me, because he shows up in the middle of the night almost every night.
My cheeks heat, and I try to clench my thighs without anyone noticing, buthenotices. I see him smirk out the corner of my eye. He knows what he does to me and how well he does it too. I watch the screen as he grips his thick, veiny cock in his fist before rubbing the flushed tip through my wetness and then up to stroke my clit, making me bite my lip to keep from crying out, because my torture only seems to egg him on.
It’s weird being both humiliated and turned on in a roomful of your friends and colleagues, but it’s also nothing I’m new to. I had a full career as a primetime anchor for Eagle News Network, a national cable news channel based out of New York, before Jake named me his Press Secretary. You don’t make it this far without a few scars on your arms and knives in your back. Although, even I have to admit that this one takes the cake.
My parents are going to kill me.
“Ahhh,”I moan as he finally notches the very tip of him at my center and slides in all the way. That sound is embarrassing. It’s a high, keening sound, kind of like a cat in heat, although I guess that’s what I was.
“Kill me now,” I mumble under my breath.
I remember the moment so well, not only because he showed me a repeat performance last night, but because it was that memorable. He had my body strung so tight and pushed me higher and higher. I was like a lit fuse on a bomb.
The muscles in his thighs and ass flex and ripple as he pulls out to the tip only to thrust back in, making my tits bounce like a porn star. Is that what I am now? A porn star? He grips my hips so tight in his hands I wore marks for days, just like the ones I carry on my skin now under my wool slacks.
I feel my eyes glaze over. I’m lost in the moment, watching as he pumps into me over and over again. I watch as my hands grip the sheets of the hotel bed tight as I arch my back while he fucks me into oblivion.
And then I watch with everyone else as my jaw drops down on a silent scream and my eyes close as I find completion in a mystery man’s arms.
Jake clears his throat. “I think we’ve seen enough,” he says uncomfortably, and the staffer holding the iPad in his hands hits Pause.
“The video was released thirty-seven minutes ago,” the staffer says helpfully. “And has been viewed twenty-six million times.”
There’s a knock at the door.
“Come in,” Jake says.
“I was looking for Jules,” my assistant says as he pokes his head in the room. “The Press Room is ready for you to brief them on HB 2250.”
“Great,” I reply, not feeling it at all.
“You don’t have to go in there, Jules,” Jake says gently. “We can send in someone else. Hell, I’ll do it myself.”
“Normally, I would say no to that,” Rick inserts. “But for you, I’d even do it.”
“Come on, guys.” I laugh, but it lands flat, even to my own ears. “This happens every day. I’ll be old news by tomorrow. Time to get back on the horse.”
“Jules, you don’t have to be brave in here,” Jake tells me. He knows me well for someone who’s new to my life. Marrying my bestie, Grace, was the smartest thing he ever did, and he loves her so much he’d do anything for her. Including protect her idiot best friend from a sex tape scandal.
I shrug one shoulder like it’s no big deal. “Nah, I can’t let them smell my fear. Besides, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened before now.”
And then I walk out of the Oval Office and down the hall toward the White House Press Room to brief a bunch of great white sharks on a congressional bill the president vehemently opposes and, plot twist, all while my boobs are bouncing around the internet like a porn star and the knowledge that the world has now seen my “O” face.
“Where is Chief of Staff Daughter?”
Chapter 1
