Seduced By the Congressman (2 page)

He frowned and cleared his throat. "I'll be out
in a second."

The reality of what we'd done hit me. I had the
decency to blush and look embarrassed. Had I really just let a
sitting member of the House of Representatives go down on me during
a fundraiser? What the hell was wrong with me?

"Don't," Jack warned and tipped my chin. "Don't
you dare feel ashamed, Phoebe."

His use of my real name pulled me from my
stupor. "I shouldn't have let this happen."

He snorted with amusement. "Bee, I'm the older
and wiser of the two of us. If anyone is at fault here, it's me."
He kissed me again, this time with possession clear in his intent.
"I don't regret it one bit." With a grin, he added, "Well I regret
not having time to finish this."

Feeling a bit brave, I said, "You're staying at
our house. I'm sure we can pick this up later."

His eyebrows arched. "You asking me on a
date?"

I laughed. "I think they call this kind of
thing an assignation."

"Assignation?" He chuckled. "Boy, that makes it
sound so elegant."

"I think it sounds better than a booty
call."

He grimaced. "Don't ever use that term in my
presence. I hate it."

Smiling, I asked, "Does that mean we'll be
having an assignation later?"

He leaned forward and pecked my forehead.
"Sugar, it's a date."

I stood still as he tugged my panties back into
place. He backed away from me and darted into the small attached
bathroom. He came out looking decidedly more put-together and like
his usual polished self. I couldn't believe that just moments ago
he'd been on his knees worshipping my pussy. In a few minutes, he'd
be on the main stage wowing the crowd with his talk of conservative
values.

Oddly, I didn't think it made him a hypocrite.
If anything, it made him more normal. Sure, he had definite views
on fiscal policy and big government but that didn't mean he wasn't
passionate or sexual or even the slightest bit kinky. He could be
all those things and more, it seemed.

Jack's hand brushed my face. "You be a good
girl and get back to your seat. We don't want the tongues
wagging."

"Yes, Jack." I nodded dutifully and retrieved
his glasses from the pocket where he'd tucked them. I slid them
into place and fixed his tie. He wore the strangest expression when
I finished tidying him up. "What?"

"Nothing," he whispered. "I'll see you
later."

I smiled and stepped aside to let him leave.
The door closed behind him. I put a hand to my throat and swallowed
hard. Had that really just happened? It seemed almost dream-like
now.

Still trembling with the aftershocks of our
illicit tryst, I slipped into the bathroom and made myself look
presentable again. When I left the room, I was sure everyone would
recognize that I'd just had a congressman lapping at my pussy but
no one seemed the wiser. My legs shook slightly as I carefully made
my way down the back corridors of the hotel and through the side
entrance of the ballroom. I found my father's table and took my
seat.

As usual, he shot me a look of consternation
but I just smiled sweetly and reached for my glass of watered-down
iced tea. The emcee for the night, a conservative news host, gave
Jack a glowing intro. Moments later, Jack walked onstage to the
cheers of the crowd. He was, after all, one of the darlings of the
party. With his charismatic speeches and good looks, I couldn't
blame them all for being so smitten with him.

I knew I'd never agree with Jack on some of his
political positions but damn if I wasn't just as smitten as the
folks in the audience. Two mind-blowing orgasms and the man had me
wrapped around his finger!

When our gazes met across the room, we shared a
secret smile. I quickly dropped my gaze and sipped my iced tea. He
might have me wrapped around his finger but he sure as hell wasn't
getting my vote!

Chapter
Two

When my cellphone chirped hours later, I rushed
to grab it. I tucked the damp strands of my just-washed hair behind
my ear and brushed my thumb over the touch screen. I didn't
recognize the number but knew the message could only be from one
person.

I'm coming to see
you
.

That was so Jack. He didn't bother to ask if I
was busy or if my earlier invitation still stood. Nope. He was
coming to see me. End of story.

Still in my robe, I hurried to my bathroom and
the attached walk-in closet. I considered my options and picked a
simple camisole and cotton boyshorts. I wasn't quite sure about the
fashion rules for this kind of thing. I figured the sweetly
innocent but slightly sexy look was safe. Not overly slut-tastic
but just suggestive enough to let him know I was still interested
in finishing what we'd started.

The light rap of knuckles at my bedroom door
interrupted my last minute primping. I inhaled a steadying breath
and crossed my room. I hesitated a moment before opening my door.
Jack loomed in the doorway. He'd left his jacket somewhere,
probably in the guest house out back, and had rolled up his sleeves
to reveal thick, corded forearms. That surprised me a little. For a
man who'd always had white collar jobs before going into politics,
he was built like someone who worked with his hands.

"Jack."

He flashed that trademark grin.
"Bee."

I stepped aside and motioned him into my room.
"You took a risk."

"Coming to your room this late at night? What?
Are you afraid your father saw me?" He seemed almost amused by the
idea of being caught sneaking into my room like some kind of horny
teenager.

"After Daddy kicks back his meds with that
bourbon chaser, he's out until morning. You could drive a freight
train through this house and he wouldn't know it." I shook my head.
"No, I meant the text message. That's evidence that can't be
erased."

He frowned. "You're an adult. I'm an adult.
This is consensual."

"It would still be a scandal. You know how
rabid the papers and the political bloggers can be. The
conservative party's hotshot fucking the barely legal daughter of a
defense contractor tycoon?" I sighed heavily. "They would eat that
up."

He shrugged and kept his expression cool. "I'm
not concerned."

I studied his face. "No, I don't think you
are."

"I'm entitled to a life. Who I sleep with is no
one's business but my own."

"I'm not sure your constituents would
agree."

"You let me worry about that." Jack extended
his hand. "Now come here."

"Not yet," I said and crossed my arms. "What
are we doing, Jack? I mean, what is this?"

"I thought we were going to make love. Isn't
that what we're doing?"

"But why? Why me?" I tried not to come right
out and say what truly concerned me. All evening, I'd been plagued
with second thoughts. I tried not to let self-doubt invade my mind
but I'd experienced enough heartache during high school to know men
could be sorry ass liars.

Jack tilted his head. "Do you think I'm here
with you because of your father?" He must have seen the uncertainty
in my face. "Bee?"

"It wouldn't be the first time a man used me to
get closer to my dad."

Aghast, he assured me, "This isn't quid pro
quo, Bee. My vote to fund defense contracts is not for sale. And
even if it was I sure as hell wouldn't be skin trading for it.
That's not how I work, Phoebe. "

I gauged his sincerity. Jack was good at
telling people what they wanted to hear but I could see the honesty
in his face. He wasn't blowing smoke up my ass. He meant what he'd
said. "I believe you, Jack."

"Good." He combed his fingers through his hair.
"I know we don't agree politically but I would never use a young
woman in that way. And especially not you," he added. "Never
you."

My eyes widened at the emotion he allowed to
fill his voice. "Especially me?"

He fixed me with that piercing gaze and my
belly trembled. "You know what I mean, Bee."

"How long?" I wondered aloud, my mind reeling
with his unexpected revelation. "How long have you been interested
in me?"

"Too long," he admitted with some reluctance.
"I tried to fight my attraction but you're a hard girl to forget.
Lusting after you when you were a cheerleader in high school is not
one of my prouder moments."

"Really?" I couldn't help but grin
triumphantly. "I probably shouldn't be excited by that confession
but I am."

Jack chuckled. "That's because we're on the
same wavelength."

"Maybe," I said with a cheeky smile. "But I'm
still not voting for you."

Jack laughed and reached for me. He dragged me
tight to his chest. "Let me see if I can change your
mind."

"Oh, I don't know, Congressman." I tapped his
cheek. "You're going to have to be awfully persuasive."

"Sugar, that sounds like a dare." He claimed my
mouth in a sensual kiss. I wound my arms around his neck and let
him have his way with me. His hands roamed my body as he devoured
my mouth. I mewled like a kitten as his tongue stabbed deep and his
big hands cupped my bottom. He gave my ass a playful squeeze and I
giggled against his mouth.

My fingers flicked through the buttons lining
his dress shirt. He toed off his shoes and kicked them aside. His
hands slipped under my camisole. He caressed my naked skin until I
shivered. Slowly, he peppered kisses along the side of my neck and
across my exposed collarbone and shoulder. I scratched my
fingernails against his scalp and lightly teethed his ear. The low
groan that left his throat made my toes curl.

I pushed the shirt down his arms but forgot
about his cuff links. I made an apologetic face and quickly
unfastened them. I tossed them onto the reading chair in the corner
of my room. His shirt quickly followed. I spread my hands across
his chest and enjoyed the strange sensation of his chest hair. All
of the men I'd been with were big believers in manscaping. They
waxed and shaved as if they were Olympic swimmers.

I never thought I'd find chest hair
sexy but fuck me! It was
hot.
Jack surprised me with his well-defined muscles. I
couldn't get enough of his hard body and ran my greedy hands up and
down his skin. I nipped at his chest and let my tongue draw lazy
circles around his nipples. He groaned roughly and tangled his
hands in my hair. He forced my lips to meet his and claimed my
mouth in a punishing kiss.

Wanting to make him feel as good as he'd made
me back at the fundraiser, I dropped to my knees in front of him
and unbuckled his belt. He sifted his fingers through my hair as I
unzipped his pants and pulled them down his lean legs. An
impressive erection tented the front of his boxers.

"Someone is happy to see me," I said with a
teasing grin. My hand followed the outline of his package. I had a
feeling I was going to be very happy when I got this gift
unwrapped—and I was.

Jack had a big, throbbing dick. As he kicked
off his bouncers, I licked my lips and feasted on the image of his
huge cock. I couldn't wait to get my hands on it. From the very tip
to the base, I stroked him slowly. He was so thick my fingers
barely touched. My pussy clenched and my clit pulsed at the very
thought of having his massive tool pounding into me.

Never one to waste an opportunity, I flicked my
tongue all around the head of his dick. With long, slow swipes, I
painted his cock with my spit. I fondled his plump sac and gave it
a little squeeze. My tongue glided along his shaft and dipped even
lower to his balls. He widened his thighs to give me the access I
needed to really rock his world. I took my time sucking and licking
and nibbling his sac.

Jack inhaled a ragged breath as I teased him
with my tongue. I sucked his cock between my lips and bobbed up and
down on his shaft. His fingers slid through my hair and found the
back of my head. I hummed with enthusiasm as he started to fuck my
face with his cock. I relaxed my jaw and let him take
control.

He wasn't a jerk about it. Some guys would have
taken that little bit of submission I'd just shown and gone wild,
jamming their cocks down my throat and making me gag. Not Jack. No,
he showed some self-control as he slowly plunged his dick into my
mouth again and again. With each thrust, he deepened his reach and
increased the pace. I put my hands on his thighs and accepted his
thrusting cock.

"So fucking good." He murmured softly as he
fucked my mouth. "Harder," he instructed. "Suck me harder,
Bee."

Hearing him talk to me like that made me so
damn wet. My pussy dripped and I squeezed my thighs together as my
excitement overwhelmed me. I sucked his cock harder, wrapping my
lips around his shaft and fluttering my tongue around the blunt,
ruddy tip. He went deep, so deep I gagged and my eyes widened, but
I didn't pull back. I let him stay there, let his cock nestle in
the back of my throat until he decided he'd had enough.