Seduced By The Candidate (The Candidate, #1) (11 page)

It was almost a plea and again Goulding found himself
considering whether it was really fair to expose this innocent young girl to a
man such as
himself
. “Are you sure about this? We can
stop if you want”. He slid out from under her hands, sitting close to her. Her
hands fell to her lap.

“I…I really don’t know”, she stammered. “I always wanted my
first time to be with someone that was special to me. I, I find that I think
about you more than I should”.

Charlotte couldn’t believe what she was saying. Did she really
just admit that? She had barely admitted it to herself. Perhaps she had drunk
too much wine? That must be why she was acting so out of character.

“I can’t seem to help myself though. It is totally not like me
to be this
way ”
, she kept her eyes on her hands, her
fingers knotted together. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him at all as
she spoke, afraid of the disapproval she thought she would see in his eyes.

“Am I special to you”? His voice sounded hopeful, as though he
wanted someone to see him as something other than a paycheck or a politician.
He seemed to know that this was not her normal mode of operation, but wanted to
know if it was just the wine talking. He needed to know if, perhaps, he’d been
wrong to think no one could love him.

Charlotte looked up at him in shock. She found just as much
uncertainty in his eyes as she felt though there was no denying the fact that
he wanted her. Desire still shone in his gaze and she could still see the bulge
that softly pressed against his trousers. Was she going to be another conquest
to add to his lengthy list or did he feel something for her too? She found she
had to know. She found that it mattered to her that he
feel
something more than lust for her.

“I find that I care about you in more than an employer/employee
fashion. So, I guess that makes you special.
But what about
me?
Am I also special to you? Or is this just another fling for you?”

Goulding supposed he should have expected the question, but it
still surprised him that she would ask. He had tried to think as little as
possible about the woman sitting so close, but had failed miserably. His
fantasy of her had only made his desire stronger. But what did he want from
her?

She was beautiful, charming in a shy way, and very intelligent.
She had been his lifeline during the last week, but especially today. She had
enabled his to keep going and finish his obligations. But what did he feel?

He looked into her conflicted eyes and saw how important his
answer was to her. He knew that she deserved the truth from him. He just wasn’t
quite sure what that was. He raised a hand and traced her face with his
fingertips.

“This is not just another fling.” Bill decided to speak from
his heart, though his feelings were muddled at best. “I’m not quite sure how I
feel, but this is not casual for me. You are special. Without you, I would not
have made it through the day. I am coming to believe that without you I will
not make it through the final weeks of this election. You give me hope for a
dream I thought dead. I’m not sure what else to say”. He smiled ruefully. “I
don’t want to lie to you but I’m not sure that my answer is what you’re looking
for”.

Charlotte could not believe the words tumbling from his
delicious mouth. He cared but didn’t quite know how to say it. It was more than
she had hoped for from him. It was enough to know that she would not just be
another fling.

She leaned toward him, her decision made. She was still nervous
but wanted Bill Goulding more than anything now. She raised a hand to his face,
gently cupping his jaw. She brushed her lips across his, tempting him, telling
him her choice through action rather than words.

“Tell me that I’m beautiful, Bill,” purred Charlotte in a voice
completely alien to her previous nervousness and slightly unnerving to herself.
“Tell me how much you want me.”

She returned Goulding’s hand to the curve of her full breast
and held it there expectantly, her hand was trembling. He could feel the warmth
of her soft skin beneath her blouse. All of Goulding’s reservations left him at
her silent surrender and he cupped her firmly, exploring her firm softness with
his fingers until he found the hardening nub of her nipple and teased it
mercilessly until it stood out through the material, making her gasp out loud.

“I want you Charlotte. I’ve wanted you ever since you first
came into my office. I’ll be gentle and I’ll take it slow. I’ll worship every
inch of your beautiful body and make sure that this is a night you’ll remember
fondly for as long as you live.”

He kissed her again and was pleased as she kissed him back
without restraint. She was willing to give her all despite her inexperience and
her nervousness. He allowed her to be the aggressor for the moment as he
struggled briefly to shrug out of his suit coat.

Then turned his attention to Charlotte’s
blouse.
The tiny buttons threatened to defeat him but he remained
patient and coaxed each button from its home. His entire being was focused on
making this experience the best he could for Charlotte. He eased the blouse
from her body and tossed onto her jacket, exposing her creamy white skin. He
looked at her chest and almost forgot how to breathe.

She wore a lacy white bra that held her breasts lovingly.
Who would have guessed that his demure Personal Assistant had a
penchant for lacy under garments.
Goulding bent his head and delicately
kissed the exposed skin above the lace, making her gasp again at the sensation.
Just as gently, he used his tongue to trace the meeting of skin and material, leaving
a wet trail that glistened and gleamed in the subdued lamplight.

Without removing his lips, he snapped open the clasp of her bra
and as the material sagged forward. He carefully pushed his fingers up under
the twin cups and found her aroused nipples with his fingers. His touch was
more exquisite than she had ever imagined. As his fingers teased, circled and
finally pinched her sensitive skin she cried out. She had never believed that
something could feel this good and they had barely even begun. Desire
overcoming her restraint, she unbuttoned Goulding’s shirt and he quickly
removed it, adding it to the growing pile of clothing.

His body was finely honed and sheathed in sculpted muscle. It
felt both hard and malleable beneath her questing fingers. Charlotte
concentrated on the texture of his skin to help her keep her resolve, the
softness at odds with the muscles that twitched under her touch. When her
explorations uncovered the hard cords of scar tissue, he stiffened for a minute
before letting her continue.

This man had clearly suffered a great deal and as she explored
the patchwork of ragged pink-grey lines and puckered bullet holes reminders,
she thought that few men who suffered these kinds of injuries would have made
it at all. Goulding stiffened again at her lingering touch and she realized
that while the physical scars might have healed, the emotional ones clearly
remained.

It helped her forget about all the reasons she shouldn’t be
doing this with her boss. This was a man who needed someone to love him without
reservation. Where had that thought come from? Could she seriously be
considering loving him? She barely knew him as a person and here she was
learning about him as a man.

She studied the scar that had captured her attention. This was
evidence of a loyal and giving nature. It showed unwavering dedication to the
beliefs and people he held dear. He had been hurt saving someone else with no
thought to himself.

Without any revulsion, she bent her head and kissed one of the
circular depressions. He sat rigid and uncertain as she continued to explore
his wounds with her lips, tongue and fingertips. Eventually, he relaxed and
began to delight in her intimate caress.

When she paused and looked up into his eyes, her longing was
clear and he knew she was ready for the next step. She was still uncertain
about how to proceed and he was more than happy to lead her forward. He guided
her with his hands as he nipped at her lips, raising her desire even more. She
whimpered against his lips as he gently unzipped her skirt and eased it down
her thighs until the stocking tops were revealed.

He smiled at how accurate his own imaginings had been as his
fingers brushed the silken straps that led to the lacy tops of her thigh highs.
The skirt was soon added to the pile and Charlotte’s bra and his suit pants
quickly followed. When she started to undo the clasp of her left shoe he gently
pushed her hand away.

“Leave them,” he said and without a word she did as she was
told.

Again they embraced, exploring each other intimately with their
hands and mouths and Charlotte gasped as she felt his erection pressing against
her belly. How would it feel? Would she be able to take it all inside her?
Would it hurt? Staving the doubts away, she regained focus on that which she wanted
so desperately.

Tentatively she ran her fingers down his taut, rippling stomach
until they snagged at the waist band of his boxer shorts. Swallowing hard, she
pushed on and felt the course curls of his pubic hair graze her fingers before
the sensation gave way to warm, smooth skin and he gasped out loud. She
encircled him with her questing fingers and felt a pang of fear. He was so
big,
would she be able to fit all of that inside her?

Sensing her fear, Goulding added his hand to hers and slowly
guided her in stroking her hand up and down the smooth, hard shaft. While he
moved carefully showing her how to please him and enhance his erection, he
kissed along her sensitive neck and nibbled on her earlobes. He trailed his
fingers across her smooth thighs, teasing them apart gently, helping her enjoy
every moment and every touch. Slowly his fingers moved closer to her center,
getting her used to his touch. Only when he had cupped her sex through the thin
material of her panties did he pull back to look at her. She was driving him
crazy as she started to stroke his shaft with more confidence, her finger tips
teasing the hardened flesh and circling around the tip in experimental
movements.

She paused for a minute, nervous to let him continue. He tilted
her face up to look at him and kissed her lips softly over and over again. He
waited for her to feel comfortable with his hand resting against her most
private area. She relaxed as his kisses became the center of her world,
distracting her from where he had placed his hand.

The needs of her body took over and she rocked her hips
instinctively against his hand. The friction shocked her for a moment, she
tried the movement again. He silently noted the way his hand became drenched in
her juices. His kiss deepened and his fingers started to move in an enticing
rhythm. Her body felt like it never had before and she wouldn’t have had him
stop for all the money in the world.

Her exploration of his body was forgotten as sensations that
she had never dared to think she might actually experience for real coursed
through her, causing the skin of her chest and neck to blossom into flushed and
irregular patches of scarlet, her skin broke out in goose bumps. It was
exquisite and yet it still wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel him inside her
even as the thought scared her. Again, as if he had read her thoughts, he
gently shifted his fingers under the soaked lace that covered her. His fingers
caressed her wet, eager skin, leaving trails that were reminiscent of his
tongue and making his fingers moist with her excitement. When he finally eased
a finger into her, she thought she would explode with pleasure and clasped his
hand with her own in an attempt to slow down momentarily and make sense of her
body’s response to all that was happening.

Goulding pushed through the folds of skin carefully with his
thumb until he found what he was looking for and gently began to trace small
circles around the hard lump that was contained within. To Charlotte the
sensation was so intense that it bordered on painful.

There were no thoughts of stopping, however and she moaned her
encouragement for him to continue. If this was what sex felt like, she liked
it, she liked it a lot and she wanted a lot more of it. Her moan of pleasure
turned to one of disappointment when Goulding finally removed his hand, but she
soon realized that the best was yet to come when he slipped her panties down
her long, luscious legs and removed his own underwear.

When she saw his erection, completely unrestrained or hidden,
her virgin fear returned, but this time it was tempered. She was beginning to
trust him and her body yearned for things she knew only he could fulfill. She
was damned if she would let her girlish concerns come in the way of their connection—she
had come too far.

 
As he reached into his
pants pocket, she watched him retrieve his wallet and extract a condom from its
hidden depths. He tore away the restraining foil and with practiced ease rolled
the rubber down the full length of his shaft before carefully positioning
himself between her legs. He kissed the inside of her thighs and ran his tongue
higher and higher until it trailed along paths previously opened up by his
fingers.

Charlotte cried out again and arched her back to force herself
into his mouth, but he had already moved on. He kissed a line up her belly,
trailed his tongue in ever-decreasing circles around each breast, until he
ended up sucking on her nipples. He then nibbled and caressed his way up her
neck until he was kissing her passionately.

Charlotte gripped him hard and when he eased himself to the
very entrance of her hidden
delights,
it was her that
begged him to take the final plunge. With a gentle push of his hips, Goulding
sank himself deeply into her and as she cried out, feeling her virginity tear,
his voice joined hers as her nails dug deeply into his shoulders and back.
After waiting for a few seconds, he slowly began to move his hips and ease
himself in and out of her, building up the pace and the rhythm with infinite
care and patience.