Compromising Positions (18 page)

“Congratulations are in order,” he said before lowering his lips to mine for a long kiss.

The kiss felt so natural that it had taken a few moments before my mind wandered away from enjoying the intimacy. The first distraction was when I realized I was kissing someone for the first time in a long time. Why was that? That required far too much emotional analysis, so I skipped that thought. Then I realized I wasn’t just kissing any guy.
Oh, my God, I’m kissing Michael.
My smile drew my mouth wide, and Michael pulled away. With a twinkle in his eye, he smiled down at me. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t either.”

His smile remained, but his expression became determined again as he lowered his lips to kiss me again. “And now I don’t want to stop.”

“I don’t either,” I said, meeting his kiss.

What I had meant was I didn’t want to stop kissing, but my body had a different interpretation. It didn’t want to stop at just kissing, not when it was this close to something it had wanted for months. His scent had all its pheromones working on me. I couldn’t stop nature.

My body melded to his, and he responded by leaning into me further and tightening his hold. It was a state of comfortable temptation. Everything felt easy with this man, yet I only wanted more, and he did, too.

A small groan escaped the back of his throat, and his arms left their hold long enough to take off his suit coat. I did the same with my jacket. When we embraced again, neither of us seemed interested in holding back anymore, and the kisses and movements intensified. I felt a setback when his lips left mine and landed on my chin, but the disappointment soon faded when he kissed my neck before traveling down the small ‘v’ of my blouse. It had been a while, and a man’s mouth anywhere near my breasts sent me into another world. Pressing against him with my hips, I could feel him getting hard which seemed to set everything in motion.

All of a sudden he picked me up, walked the few steps to the sofa, and placed me on it, all while barely breaking our kiss. Seconds later we were both lying on the couch, him over me. While he kept his weight from crushing me, I could sense his muscles, and I touched his chest to feel his strength. He groaned again and the next kiss was fierce.

Thoughts drifted through my mind, carrying with them concerns about making out with a colleague—a Republican one at that— in an open office with an unlocked door. I told myself the building was empty, and there was nothing to worry about. A vision of a horrible headline in the next day’s
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newspaper struck me with momentary fear, but I dashed that thought immediately. I was enjoying myself too much to worry about what most likely wasn’t going to happen. What was happening was that I was kissing Michael.

Seizing the moment, I let my hand follow along the muscles of his back beyond his belt. I pulled him closer as I raised my hips to his. That was all the encouragement Michael needed. I felt his hand reach beneath my skirt, and despite my stockings and panties, he found just the right spot.

Things moved quickly after that. With one hand making me moan, he broke our kiss and used his other hand to undo my blouse. He pulled the lace of my bra just under my right nipple, and his voice was rough as he said, “My God, you’re beautiful.”

I could’ve responded with a thank you or something about how handsome he was, but neither came to mind. Instead, I was blunt. “I want to feel you,” I said as I slipped my hand down to his large erection straining inside his suit pants. I touched him for only a moment because he removed his hand from between my legs and hiked up my skirt. I understood exactly what he wanted, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and wantonly ground myself against his hard dick. “Oh, man…” he groaned and more fully answered with a series of thrusts that made me want to lose every bit of fabric between us.

In the back of my mind, I realized the dry sex would eventually lead to the real thing, and I didn’t have any contraception. I couldn’t worry about that now and was too busy concentrating on the orgasm that was about to hit me.

Just as I was about to reach the end, the door to my office opened with a loud crack, and then everything seemed to happen simultaneously. “Jessie,” Larry’s voice said from across the room.

Michael and I froze while Larry said in a shocked voice, “Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”

We looked at Larry, who had already turned his head away as he began to close the door.

Trish’s voice came from behind him. “What’s going on in there?”

I closed my eyes in dread and straightened my bra at once. When I opened them, Michael began to move off me. With a look of sincere chagrin, he said, “Sorry.”

Larry hadn’t finished closing the door, and I could hear him answer Trish with an unconvincing lie. “Oh, she’s on the phone.”

“Why did you say, ‘Oh, shit’?” Trish asked.

Then the door was already opening as Larry said, “Don’t go in there.”

“Why not?” The door swung wide open, as Trish demanded, “What’s going on?”

She took a half step in but then stopped in shock. There I was desperately trying to button my blouse, while Michael was backing away from between my legs. Holding up her hand as if she saw a blinding light, Trish closed her eyes. “Oh, my God. Are you two insane? Anyone could walk in on you, including a reporter.”

“I didn’t think anyone was here,” I grumbled and pointed to the door. “Do you mind?”

“Don’t worry. I don’t want to stick around,” Trish said, barely able to control her laughter. “Just get yourself together—both of you. You’re due at the restaurant. You’ve probably forgotten your staff is waiting for you.”

Trish walked out with a giant grin on her face, and she shut the door, leaving only a small crack. Michael and I both kicked into high gear, adjusting clothing, fixing hair, and donning jackets. The whole time Michael tried to apologize to me, but I wouldn’t hear of it. “You can’t apologize. I was an equal participant.” I blushed, looking down as I buttoned my suit coat.
Actually, more than equal.

“All right,” he said, grazing his hand over my shoulder. “We’ll talk about this later.”

“Later.” I smiled.

“Trish would probably kill me if I gave you a ride to the restaurant.”

“Kill you? Kill me, is more like it.”

“No, I think she wants to kill me as well.”

“Maybe.” I smiled. “She’s more likely to snitch on you to Jeff.”

Michael laughed and shook his head ever so slightly as if he were thinking something he didn’t want to say. “That would be bad. Even a hint and he can sniff something like this out.”

As we walked out of my office, Larry sat in the reception area, reading the paper. Trish looked up from her phone. “So far only the AP has written about the amendment. We should have a press conference tomorrow morning.”

“We should.” Michael nodded and started for the door. “Right now, I’m going to get my things. See you at the restaurant.”

“Yeah, man, let’s catch up when we’re there,” Larry called from his chair.

As Michael left the office, Trish smirked. “I’m sure you have a lot to talk about.”

Larry glanced at me, patting my hair down and looking like a teenager being caught by her parents. He gave Trish a sour look. “Be nice, Trish. Nothing bad happened. They were only caught by us. Besides, I like them together.”

“True, I’d like him a lot more if he was already divorced,” said Trish.

“I would, too,” I said in a weary voice. “Now, can we just get going?”

“Certainly,” Trish said and gestured toward the door.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Michael

As the night’s events wound down at the restaurant, the crowd of happy staffers began to thin, and I finally had an opportunity to talk to Jessie. Since we’d arrived, we’d both spent all their time with our staff. Now, she conveniently sat at a table with Jeff and only a few others. I gave a pat on the back and said goodbye to one of my best legislative assistants and moved toward Jessie.

Trish stepped in front of me, gave me an amused look before she turned to Jessie. “I’m getting tired. Larry and I are leaving. You’ve got a hectic day tomorrow. Want to come with us?”

Looking up from her conversation with an intern, Jessie saw it as a loaded question. Her reply was calm. “I’m doing okay. You go on. I’ll just catch a cab.”

“Oh no, Congresswoman,” Jeff said, leaning around the staffer at his side. “I’ll give you a ride.” He then pointed to me. “Or the Congressman will.”

“Oh, thanks,” Jessie said with a frozen smile.

“Thank you, Jeff,” Trish said, though she was quick to stare at Jessie. “It’s nice of you to see her home.”

Larry patted me on the shoulder. “Congratulations again on that vote. Come by this weekend. We can watch some baseball. You’re a Cubs fan, right?”

“Yes, I’ve signed up for a lifetime of disappointment. Thanks for the invitation.” I smiled. “See you then.”

As they left, I sat down at the table with Jeff and Jessie, but I waited to speak with her. I wanted to talk with the least number of curious ears privy to our conversation. When two more staffers left the table, I wasted no time. I caught Jeff’s eye, while he was in mid-sentence of another conversation and he acknowledged me with a slight nod. Jeff understood I wanted to speak with Jessie alone, and it was his job to see that I could. There was a staffer sitting next to Jessie, and Jeff said, “Carson, I can’t hear you. Can you move over here?”

Carson dutifully moved closer to Jeff, and I slid into his place, sidling up to Jessie as she sat alone on a long bench. We were tucked away in the back of the restaurant, and though we had the cover of sitting at a table with multiple staffers, we could have a conversation in relative privacy.

“Hi,” I said, straddling the bench so I could properly see her.

Her mouth dropped a bit as if she wasn’t sure what to say, but her eyes told me what she was thinking, and it had everything to do with our romp on her office couch. “Congratulations again, Congressman,” she said with a smirk.

I knew she probably wanted to keep the subject a professional one, but her pretty smile was too tempting not to tease. When I glanced down at her starched white shirt, I saw the faintest outline of the lace of her bra. Only a few hours ago, I’d moved it aside to see her beautiful breasts. I stared into her dark eyes which were both bashful and knowing. That was it. There was no way I was going to waste a semi-private conversation on an amendment.

“Thank you.” I said as I raised my pint of beer. As she clinked her glass to mine, I added, “But what exactly are you congratulating me for?”

“I’m congratulating you on the amendment, of course.”

“Oh, yeah… that.”

“What else should I be congratulating you for?

I leaned in and whispered, “Finally working up the courage to kiss you.”

“Oh, that.” She glanced over at the rest of the table who now were completely entranced in Jeff’s story of how he got to meet Bruce Springsteen once.

“You’re going to make me feel bad if you tell me you’ve already forgotten,” I said.

“I haven’t forgotten.” She briefly touched the neck of her blouse and smiled. “I don’t think I’m over it yet, actually.”

From her expression, I couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed or being coy, or both. It didn’t matter. Honesty was the best route for me to take. I didn’t want to play games with her. “I know I’m not over it yet.”

Straight talk worked. She stared at me as if she might pounce on me again right there in the restaurant. Then she grinned. “What were we thinking?”

“Trish was right. We weren’t.”

“I wasn’t.”

“I certainly wasn’t.” I laughed, running my hand through my hair. “But when she walked in, it was exactly like high school when my girlfriend’s mother caught us in the guest bedroom.”

“Oh yeah? How bad was that?”

“Really bad. I was in shock—first seeing Mary Catherine’s mother, who was irate, and then seeing our school uniforms scattered on the floor. They were evidence.”

“Wasn’t there evidence enough because you were naked?”

“We weren’t fully naked, yet.”

“A school girl?” Jessie twisted a strand of hair as her voice was taunting. “Stereotypical male fantasy.”

“I don’t think it’s really fantasy material if you’re both in high school.” I took a sip of beer. “Now, say if you were in a little plaid skirt and—”

“Oh, my God, I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Just fantasizing aloud…” I smiled as my voice trailed off.

“So what happened with the girlfriend?”

“Her mother called my mother. Then we were both grounded—though I could tell my dad didn’t mind what happened.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about Trish calling my mother. She knows my mother would be fully supportive.”

“She would?”

“Yeah,” she said in a quiet whisper, as she looked down.

How could this woman be so wanting for male attention? I wanted to touch her, to ease her mind, but I couldn’t, not there. Considering what to say, I opted for humor. “I don’t think we should do it again.”

“Oh?” Her voice was hesitant.

“Not like that and not yet.”

“What do you mean?”

I leaned toward her, lowering my voice even more. “I want to take you out first.”

“You do?” Her smile returned.

I answered with a silent nod.

“That’s very nice of you. I’d like that, but right now we can’t go out—unless it’s like this,” she said with a wave of her hand toward the others at the table.

“I know.” I grimaced. I leaned on the table like I needed support, which I did. “But I want to take you out. We could go to the symphony, out to dinner, maybe go for a run. I want to do that.”

“It sounds fun. I want to spend time with you, too.”

Reality soured my mood, and I mumbled, “This divorce has got to go through. My life is on hold.” I took a deep breath and smiled. “And I want to see you.”

“I…” She stopped as if withholding what she really wanted to say. “That would make me happy, but even when you get the divorce, shouldn’t you wait? Shouldn’t you spend some time alone? Wouldn’t that look better?”