Page 42 of The Press Secretary's Passion
“We’ll see about that,” Ryan mutters again.
“I think they’ll get the hint and give up on it…eventually.”
“Let’s hope so,” Jake says. “For now, I think you should lie low for a few days. Come back Thursday, and we’ll see where we’re at.”
“Okay,” I say quietly. I can’t help but feel like I’m a disappointment. If I were better at my job, I wouldn’t be in this pickle to begin with.
“It’ll all be okay, Jules,” Jake says, and I just nod and stand up, but I’m not so sure if I agree with him.
I walk out of the Oval Office and back through the halls to my own little office. I shut down my computer and grab my bag. I make my way through the building, climb into my car, and head home. Fortunately, when I get there, my street is empty. I pull my car into the garage and lock it up so no one can tell whether I’m home or not.
And then I go inside to try to figure out where I went wrong in my life. Also unfortunately, I have no answers.
• • •
The feel of the sheets slithering down my body wakes me from a sleep that was less than restful, and I know instantly that I’m not alone.
Ryan cups the back of my head as I turn from my belly to my side and presses his mouth to mine. I gasp against the hard pressure of his lips, and he licks inside my mouth. He rolls me to my back and whisks the tank I wore to bed up and over my head before he licks at the seam of my lips again, and again I let him inside.
I’d like to say it’s because I was asleep, that I was drowsy and didn’t know what I was doing, but the second Ryan touches me, he and I both know I want nothing else but him inside me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and try to pull him toward me. I want him to hurry, I need him so much, but he won’t give in.
He lets me go, and I flop to my back on the bed. I watch as he does that sexy thing men do when they reach behind their shoulders and grab their tee with one hand and haul it over their heads. I stare at the muscles of his chest and shoulders flex and his firm belly, and I lick my lips as I watch him trail his hands down his abs to the fly of his jeans and pull, popping open half the buttons at once. I have to roll my bottom lip into my mouth to keep from moaning out loud when he tucks his fingers into the waistband and pushes both his jeans and his underwear to the floor, letting his long, hard cock spring free and bob below his navel.
And then he climbs to the foot of the bed between my legs, grabs the cotton sleep shorts I’m wearing and my panties, and tears them down my legs. With his hands to my inner thighs, Ryan firmly pushes my legs to fall open, exposing me to him, and the look in his eyes when he looks at all of me sets me on fire.
He wraps his fist around the base of his erection and grips it tight before stroking himself once… and then twice… all while he looks at me. There’s something highly erotic about your lover touching themselves while they’re with you.
“I think tonight I wanna watch you,” he says, and his slow, southern drawl is deepened by lust.
“W-w-what?” I stammer as all the oxygen rushes out of my lungs.
“Touch yourself,” he commands as he trails a fingertip from my clavicle to my breast and down around my nipple, making it bud under his attention. His eyes watch as he swirls the digit in question around and around and then snap up to lock on mine. “I want to see how you touch yourself, and then I want to watch you make yourself come while my cock is deep inside you.”
I don’t know why I do it. I shouldn’t do it. I shouldn’t want to do it. But his words have me so hot and bothered. He’s so turned on wanting to watch me thatI’mturned on. He sits back on his heels when I place my palm on my belly and slowly move it down, down, down, until it’s between my thighs and I can feel my own wetness.
I trace my opening with a fingertip and watch his heavy lids lower as he watches me. My breath catches when I brush my clit, and he bites his lip and strokes his cock in his fist. I could watch him like this all day.
I press my finger inside me and pump twice before I circle my clit over and over. My legs press farther open, and I rock my hips into my hand.
I tip my head back and close my eyes as the tension radiating out from my center travels up through my body, and I know I’m close.
“Look at me,” Ryan says, and his voice is rough with need—his need for me—and my eyes instantly pop open. “Look at me when you take yourself there.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
And then he’s there. I feel the very tip of him press into me. He grips my thighs in his hands and leans forward as he drives into me.
I can feel where he and I join as he brushes against my fingers, and I revel in it. I come alive under his touch.
“Don’t stop,” he growls as he drives deep only to slowly slide out and drive back in, over and over. “Make yourself come.”
I had stopped to just feel. To feel where our bodies come together. To feel how he overwhelms me in the best of ways.
But now it’s time to move.
I stroke my clit again, circling my fingers around and around while Ryan plunges faster and faster.
He pins me to the mattress by my thighs, holding me open so he can pump in and out of me again and again. He moves faster and faster as I move my hand, driving us both closer and closer to the edge.
