Page 54 of The Press Secretary's Passion
“Protect me?” I ask, and if he said anything else, it wouldn’t have surprised me more.
“I was afraid that if our courtship, which you have to admit has been rocky—”
“That’s the understatement of the century,” I mutter under my breath, but he hears it, and I know he does, because his hand at my belly slides around to my hip and it hard and quick in warning.
“—and I was afraid that if I didn’t get you settled and good and used to the idea of a you and me before that played out in the media, then it would be an absolute clusterfuck.”
“And now it’s playing out in the media,” I add helpfully.
“And it’s an absolute clusterfuck.”
“But they don’t know who you are.”
“Not yet, at least,” he says with a heavy sigh. “But I think they’ll figure it out real quick when we’re seen in public together.”
“Not happening.”
“Oh, it’s happening,” he says, his voice low. “I haven’t wanted anyone like this in years, if ever, and I’m not going to come this far only to have you slip through my fingers now.”
“You just want a fuck buddy. I’m sure any woman will do,” I mumble and instantly regret my words. I wish I had never let them fall out of my mouth, because if he agrees with me, I’m not sure how I’ll cope with the knowledge.
“Wrong.”
“What?” I whisper.
“It’s you,” he says. “I don’t want a fuck buddy. I want you. All of you. In and out of bed.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m about as serious as a heart attack,” he growls. “Now, I’m going to kiss the fuck out of you, and then we’re going to sneak out of this office, which chafes against everything I am, and we will continue this conversation tonight after I’ve sank my cock so deep inside you that you forget where I end and you begin.”
“Ryan,” I gasp.
“This is happening,” he says.
“But—” I try again. My heart is racing so fast it feels like it’s going to beat right out of my chest. I feel like my life is now wild and out of control, and the wild has 100 percent to do with Ryan Black.
“This is happening,” he repeats in a low, gentle voice, and then he touches his mouth to mine, licking at the seam of my lips. I gasp, and he pushes his tongue inside to tangle with mine. I hold onto his shoulders for dear life.
And then the kiss is over just as fast as it began. Which is probably for the best, because it wouldn’t do for us to be caught making out in a vacant office if I’m going to protect him and his career from scandal and ruin.
“I’ll see you tonight,” he says just before he gently kisses me one last time.
And then he’s gone.
How does he keep doing that?
“Who is the Man in the Video? Inquiring Minds Want to Know!”
Chapter 17
Be with me
“How could you do this to us?”
After my invasive press conference, no one wanted to discuss the bill that the president openly opposes but Congressman Grissom seems hellbent on passing, so I decided enough was enough and called an end to the workday.
Not to mention Ryan said “we were happening” and that he would be at my house tonight, so I decided to batten down the hatches. I was determined to find how he was getting in my house and to put a stop to it. He’s not magic. He can’t walk through walls. Can he?
