Inferno Anthology (82 page)

I reached into the bathroom and pulled my bathrobe off the hook on the back of the door. I wrapped myself in the robe and breathed the fruity scent of my shampoo on the collar. Shane beat me to the front door, now fully dressed.

“Good luck!” he whispered, before he opened the door.

Chase appeared confused for only a split second before he extended his hand to Shane. “Good morning,” he said, and I suddenly realized that I never heard him use his smarmy politician voice last night. “I’m here for Miss Larissa Jacobs.”

Shane stared dumbstruck as he shook Chase’s hand. I stepped forward so he would release the senator.

“Senator Underwood. This is my roommate,” I said, as I sidled up next to Shane and pulled his arm away from Chase. “Shane, weren’t you just leaving?”

Chase’s shoulders seemed to relax at this new information, but Shane still couldn’t speak.

I pushed him out the door. “Go get me a coffee,” I ordered him. “But don’t rush!”

Shane crossed the walkway and descended the steps to the courtyard in a daze. I turned to Chase and my heart pounded wildly as he smiled at me with those perfect lips and teeth.

“Can I come in?” he asked, his politician voice gone again, replaced by the suave voice that I remembered from last night.

“Of course,” I said, stepping aside so he could enter our domain.

It was a mess. Shane must have had company the day before. My unmade bed stood empty in the corner a few feet away from Shane’s unmade bed.

“Nice,” he remarked, as I closed the front door.

As soon as I turned around, he was there. His fingers trailed down the side of my face before he brushed aside a few strands of hair. I froze as my nipples hardened beneath my robe. He pulled the waist-tie on my robe and his hands slid over my shoulders and down arms until the robe fell into a pile at my feet.

“Put your hands up,” he commanded. I obliged as he held both my wrists in one hand and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Do you know why I’m here?”

His free hand slid under the waistband of my panties and traveled down until it was on me again, so warm and electric.

I moaned. “I think I have an idea.”

His mouth fell over mine, his tongue exploring the crease of my lips before he pushed inside and my body arched. His fingers slid inside me and unearthed my wetness, using it to glide his thumb in circles over my hard nub.

His mouth moved to my jaw then the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. “I’m here to teach you a lesson,” he whispered. “Never give your address to strangers.” He lifted me into his arms and carried me to my bed. He threw me down on the mattress and tore off his jacket. “Take off your clothes.”

I hastily yanked off my T-shirt and panties as my slit ached to be filled with him. He grinned as he undressed before me revealing a body so well sculpted it wasn’t possible his wife could resist this. He slid a condom over his long erection and crawled across the bed toward me. He wrapped his hands around my waist as I we stood on our knees facing each other. His erection grazed my pelvis as he leaned in and sunk his teeth into my shoulder.

His hands stroked my breasts, squeezed my nipples, caressed my ribs, and moved down my back until he gripped my backside in his strong hands and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gasped as he entered me.

I gripped tightly to his neck as we bucked against each other, the warm friction of his pelvis against my sensitive clit sending me skyrocketing toward ecstasy. I threw my head back and he licked the hollow of my neck as he drove deep into me. He quickly lifted me off his lap and set me down on the bed so I lay before him waiting to be ravaged.

He straddled my waist and I cupped my breasts together, ready to receive him. He slid his erection between my breasts and thrust his hips back and forth, slow at first then building speed. The head of his hard member was an inch from my mouth as he thrust his hips toward me. I released my breasts and placed my hand on the base of his cock.

He moved forward, closer to my face, and moaned with pleasure as I covered my teeth with my lips and took him into my mouth. His fingers ran through my hair to the back of my head to support my head as he rocked gently back and forth. My juices accumulated between my legs as his cock prodded the back of my throat.

He reached behind his back and caressed my clit as he thrust himself into my mouth. My legs quivered with the pleasure building inside me. He thrust a few more times, nice and slow, and my eyes watered as we both climaxed at once.

His cock slid out of my mouth and he collapsed next to me on the bed. “That was fucking amazing,” he said, his voice husky with exhaustion.

I flipped onto my stomach and raked my fingers down his rock hard chest. “Let’s do it again.”

He chuckled. “On one condition.”

My hand skated down his abdomen, over his new erection, and began massaging his balls. His eyes rolled back with ecstasy as I rolled my fingers slowly and gently over his sac.

“What condition?” I whispered in his ear as his hand clasped my bottom and slid between my cheeks, sending shivers through me as he gently stroked my crease.

“You let me take you to dinner tonight,” he replied, letting out a soft moan as my tongue explored the soft curves of his ear.

I wanted to ask if I would be on the clock. I desperately needed the income, but another part of me didn’t want the money. I wanted to have dinner with him without the price tag floating over our heads. I knew it shouldn’t matter, but I also wanted to find out if what Shane said about his wife was true.

I climbed on top of him and arched my back as he entered me. “Yes,” I breathed as his fingers slid between my folds to find my nub. “I’ll have dinner with you, Mr. Senator.”

His thrusts lifted me off the bed as his fingers guided me quickly into the throes of another orgasm. “Call me Chase.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked breathily.

He raised his eyebrows. “What is your answer? Can I welcome you to the campaign?”

“Oh, god!”
I thought, as I pulsated with a need for him to finish me off. This wasn’t fair.

Then I considered his offer. With my debts paid off and the salary he was offering, plus the car, I wouldn’t have to worry about whether or not this director thought I was ten pounds overweight or that casting director thought my face was not symmetrical enough. So much of my daily worries would disappear with a single word. Then there was the issue of his wife. Would she know? Did she already know?

“I don’t know,” I said before his blue eyes could sway me toward a premature
yes
.

He smiled as stood up and untied the napkin around my wrists and helped me push in my chair just before the waiter arrived. My insides were aching to have him inside me, but we would have to wait.

The waiter placed two plates laden with steaming seared tuna and vibrant grilled vegetables. The smell was intoxicating.

“Dig in. You’re going to need your strength for when I attempt to convince you later.”

I gobbled up my food as fast as I could without making a mess or looking like a complete pig. When I was done, I patted my mouth with my napkin and took a sip of water, nearly spilling the drink on myself as something prodded its way between my legs. I looked at Chase and his expression was intense as I realized it was his foot fondling me.

“Are you ready?” he asked and I nodded frantically. “Good. Stand up.”

As I stood from the table, he also stood and swiped all the plates off the table, sending a bowl of raspberries careening off the side of the cliff to the rocks below. My heart raced as he glided across the distance between us. He grasped my arms and turned me so I faced the now barren tabletop.

He pulled my dress up and over my head and tossed it to onto the tiled floor. I felt completely exposed worrying if our waiter or the kitchen staff were watching from beyond the tinted glass wall separating us from the interior dining space.

“Bend over,” he ordered me, and I did as he pleased.

My breasts pressed against the cool glass tabletop as he leaned against me, his weight pressing my belly against the glass as his tongue explored the folds of my ear. He entered me as he bit down on my shoulder and I gasped loudly.

“You are going to accept,” he grunted, his arm wrapped around my waist. He pulled me closer so he could enter me even deeper. “Aren’t you?”

His other hand reached around and caressed my clit, alternating between a soft and urgent touch. I screamed with pleasure and my cries echoed over the cliffs. My body quaked, my legs turning to jelly, as he brought me to orgasm, but he wasn’t finished.

He pulled out of me and continued to rub my bud as he aimed to make me come again. I was almost there when his finger slid back and eased between my ass cheeks. He massaged and stroked gently until his thumb slid into the hole and I panted with bliss. He pulled out his finger and my juices guided him into the place no man had ever gone.

“Oh, my god!” I screamed. “Yes!”

He licked my neck as he pounded into me. “Is that ‘yes’ for me?”

The table shook beneath us as he stabbed me over and over again. The warm sensation of an inevitable orgasm spread through me.

“Fuck, yes,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”

His warmth filled me as he came inside me and collapsed on top of my back. My breasts squeaked against the glass tabletop as he kissed my neck while he was still inside me.

Does he want to go again? I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.

Just as this thought crossed my mind, he pulled out. I turned to face him, feeling utterly exposed with the ocean breeze accentuating the wetness on my neck and between my legs.

“I’ll take you home so you can pack a bag. We’re hitting the trail tomorrow,” he said, as he zipped up his pants and tucked his polo back into his jeans. He picked up my dress and handed it to me.

“What about your wife?” I asked. I had to ask. If I was going to accompany him on the campaign trail I had to know if I was risking having my name and dress size plastered across the covers of tabloid magazines.

His eyes bore into me, probably trying to figure out the subtext beneath my question. “My wife and I haven’t so much as breathed on each other the entire time we’ve been married. My wife has been in love with another man since before she even met me, rather, before she was hired by my campaign manager.”

I began to wonder why such a handsome, powerful man had to hire a wife and an escort. Then I realized it probably had to do with the fact that you can buy silence. Is that what he wanted me for: my silence?

“Don’t let all those questions brewing inside your mind stand in the way of the opportunity of a lifetime,” he said, as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. “I’m not going to be the president forever.”

Carrying on a secret affair with the most wanted politician in America was tricky at best. At it’s worst, my affair with presidential candidate Chase Underwood would be a racing nightmare of primping and prepping for one publicity event after another. At it’s best, our affair was the naughtiest, most pleasurable relationship I’d ever been in.

Relationship
.

Chase’s word, not mine. The word was plastered all over the nondisclosure agreement he had presented to me last night, right after giving me multiple orgasms with his talented tongue.

“That’s not fair,” I had said, as he insisted I read aloud sections fifteen through nineteen while he lightly kissed every inch of my body. “‘Number fifteen: Recipient shall submit to Candidate’s requests, whether related to the Campaign or sexual in nature, in a timely manner; preferably, as soon as such request is made.’” I paused and reread the sentence to myself to make sure I had read it correctly. “What is this?” I asked, as he kissed the inside of my knee.

The hotel lamp cast a soft, golden glow over his brown hair and reflected brilliantly off the few gray hairs he refused to dye.

“I just want to make sure we’re clear on the terms of this relationship,” he said, his lips moving lightly over my knee to the top of my thigh. “Keep reading.”

He slid his hand over my abdomen until he reached my breast. My back arched as my fingers clenched tightly around the sheets of our hotel bed and the contract in my other hand.

I swallowed my pleasure and continued. “‘Number sixteen: Recipient shall submit to regular mental, physical, and dental health examinations. Recipient shall also maintain her physical and mental health through regular exercise, healthy diet, therapeutic spa treatments, and, if necessary, regular sessions with a clinical therapist.’” I stopped reading and Chase chuckled, as if he knew what I was about to say. “Therapy?”

“Come now, Larissa. I see a therapist. I’m not implying you need one, but it gets pretty stressful when the campaign is running at full tilt. I want you to know that if you need to talk to anyone, other than me, I can provide that. All my staffers get full health benefits.”

“Of course, they do. What would the press think if you didn’t provide your employees health care when you’re out there stumping for single payer?”