Page 11 of The Senator's Rival

Eventually it all died down, and the crowd began to disperse. Just as Francesca was preparing to leave, Margot caught her eye. For a moment, the world around them froze. Then, with a crooked smirk that was utterly charming despite its smugness, Margot placed one hand on her hip and tilted her head.

“Senator,” she said smoothly with an easy, practiced grin, “would you care to continue our conversation privately?”

7

FRANCESCA

Francesca's thoughts spun in chaotic circles, flashing in rapid-fire succession like fireworks going off all around her. The last hour had been a rollercoaster and she felt utterly disoriented and off-balance. One minute, she'd been standing in an elevator with Margot Smith, exchanging barbs like normal, and the next, they were making out like horny teenagers. Now her icy rival was standing before her, watching her with those inscrutable ice-blue eyes, offering a devilishly tempting suggestion.

Francesca’s heart raced in her chest and she tried to stay calm, keeping her expression neutral. This was probably a terrible idea. But on the other hand, was it? Francesca had never hidden anything. If this somehow got out, which neither of them would want it to, it would be exponentially worse for Margot than it would be for her. Oh, it would be disastrous for her too, but for Margot, the ramifications would be catastrophic. The press would destroy her.

So what if she said yes? No harm, no foul, right? Why shouldn't they take advantage of whatever this overwhelming chemistry was?

“Certainly, Congresswoman,” Francesca replied in a calm, neutral tone of voice. “Would you care to accompany me to my suite?”

Without another word, she turned confidently, motioning for Margot to follow as she strode confidently down the hall. On the inside, her heart was racing at a million miles per hour, pounding frantically against her ribcage and sending adrenaline surging through her veins. This was all madness, she realized that, but in that moment, it just seemed so damn appealing, the fiery intensity in those pale blue eyes beckoning her like the brightest flame.

Francesca walked calmly and deliberately, taking measured, graceful steps. She maintained her dignified posture and avoided eye contact with the guards who flanked them protectively. Neither of the two women spoke as they made their way into down the hall and into the large suite reserved for Francesca. The door fell shut behind them with a soft, muffled click.

Once they were alone again, Francesca whirled around to face Margot, meeting that fiery, intense stare with a challenging grin of her own.

“This is an interesting way to try and throw me off my game, Mrs. Smith,” Francesca teased, folding her arms over her chest and arching an amused eyebrow. “I didn't realize you had it in you to play the honeypot. Not quite in line with your traditional family values platform, is it?”

Margot took a step forward, her lips curling into a sultry little smirk that sent butterflies soaring in Francesca's stomach. Margot moved with a quiet, seductive grace, prowling toward her target like a lion stalking its prey, the faint rustling of fabric whispering in her wake. There was a hunger in those sharp, piercing eyes--a glint that made the pit of Francesca's stomach flutter with anticipation. The air felt heavy and charged with energy. Every breath she drew seemed full of the scent of wine and perfume. When Margot was only inches away from her, she tilted her head and gave a low, husky chuckle.

“Oh, don't underestimate what I'd do to get ahead, Francesca,” Margot said, her drawling accent wrapping around Francesca's name in a way that sent a thrill down her spine. “I'm willing to play a little dirty.”

With that, she surged forward, crashing her lips against Francesca's in a heated kiss, her hands roaming across Francesca’s body. The onslaught was sudden and aggressive, forceful and passionate. There was nothing fake about Margot’s overwhelming desire, of that, Francesca was sure. Francesca let out a low moan of desire, sinking against Margot's body as she returned the heated embrace. Hands clutched eagerly at clothing, yanking at zippers and buttons, tearing fabric aside and tossing items carelessly to the side until the women were left wearing only their lingerie.

Francesca drank in the sight of Margot with undisguised admiration. Margot was gorgeous—slender with a long, sleek physique sculpted to perfection by hours of work with personal trainers and dieticians. Her body looked nothing like the 54 years Francesca knew her to be. She radiated a power and vitality that was irresistibly attractive, her presence both imposing and alluring at once. There wasn't a trace of vulnerability or self-consciousness in the woman's demeanor and her lips curled into a satisfied smirk at Francesca's open appreciation of her body in white lace lingerie.

They collapsed together onto the bed, limbs tangling around each other as they tumbled into the plush comforter, hands greedily exploring every inch of exposed skin. Their bodies moved together in a desperate, frenzied rhythm, the room filled with the soft sounds of their moans and sighs, lips and tongues tasting and touching and teasing. They battled for control, each of them alternately giving in and resisting, until Margot ended up straddling Francesca's hips, pinning her arms above her head with one hand while the other pushed past the waistband of her panties and slid between her legs.

Francesca gasped, her back arching at the shock of pleasure that shot through her at Margot’s touch. Margot's fingers expertly explored her, tracing torturously slow circles around her clit with that same infuriating, breathtaking triumphant smirk playing across her lovely face. Francesca struggled briefly, testing Margot's grip on her wrists, but it was a half-hearted effort at best. Her resolve crumbled quickly as Margot sank her teeth into the delicate skin at the base of her neck, tongue flicking out to tease her with little licks and kisses. Francesca’s head spun, drunk on the intoxicating combination of lust and anger, surrender and defiance, desire and disdain.

All coherent thought vanished as Margot continued to build the tension, her long fingers sliding further south, and suddenly Francesca felt Margot’s fingers push inside of her. She moaned and arched into it. Margot’s hips rolled against Francesca's thigh in a mesmerizing motion, matching the pace set by her ministrations. The women locked gazes, the air between them thick with tension, their heavy breathing and moaning the only sound to interrupt the stillness. Those cool blue eyes watched Francesca like a hawk watches a rabbit. With amusement, delight, interest, focus, fascination, and hunger--but always with control and authority.

Francesca wasn't usually one to cede ground and submit to someone else's desires, but right now, all she wanted was to give in to this deliciously dark and forbidden temptation. Although she'd spent an embarrassing amount of time contemplating Margot's beauty and magnetic allure, she had never realistically imagined it coming to anything. Even in her wildest, most secret fantasies, Francesca never dared to let her train of thought travel this far. In her dreams, though, the woman on top of her, fucking her, had been just as hungry and eager for her touch as she was in reality. Now that Francesca was finally living it, she couldn't help but indulge wholeheartedly.

After a few tortured, delicious minutes of Margot's handiwork, she released Francesca's wrists and slithered down her body, trailing a wet path between her breasts and down her navel, planting teasing bites and kisses that made her gasp and shudder with pleasure. As Margot pulled Francesca’s panties off and settled between her legs, she looked up briefly, holding her gaze as she gave an impudent wink, then licked her lips eagerly.

With the ease of someone who had definitely gone down on women before, Margot dived forward, pressing her mouth to Francesca’s soaking pussy and licking the length of her vulva in a broad stroke. Francesca moaned loudly and threaded her fingers through Margot's hair, tugging it free of the clips that still barely held the neatly styled waves in place. Margot’s hair flowed loose and silken between her fingers as her mouth devoured Francesca as though she was water in a desert.

The enthusiasm with which Margot ate her out was a huge turn on for Francesca. It wasn’t long before she was thrusting her hips forwards and seeking more.

She opened her eyes as she felt Margot pull away for a second and slow things right down.

“Oh now, Senator. What is this you seek when you thrust your hips to me?” Margo drawled, her voice slow and sexy.

Francesca felt a desperate need deep within her. She also felt embarrassingly lost for words.

“Oh, sweet Francesca, where are your words?” Margot casually and seductively as a cat licked the fingers that she had fucked Francesca with, making an absolute performance out of it.

Francesca couldn’t take her eyes off her. She thought she might explode.

“Please..” she begged.

“Please, what, baby?”

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