Page 96 of Tips and Trysts

“Fine. Cora and I will be here.”

“But—”

“If it’s after the primary, we’ll be public,” I insist. “I’m not hiding anymore.”

His gaze slips into a narrowed glare. “Then you’re going to lose the election.”

“I won’t. My campaign is flawless. Whoever wins the primary wins the seat. It’s a guarantee.”

“And after? Do you genuinely believe you can get anywhere in DC withheron your arm? You’ll fail.”

A lump forms in my throat, but I swallow past it. “You have so little faith in me,” I murmur.

Even in the face of desperation, his façade never slips. He wants to slap me. Strangle me. He probably wants to contact several priests and coordinate an exorcism—and we’re not evenCatholic. But Warren E. Logan doesn’t break. “You’ve worked your entire life for this.”

My eyebrows flick upward, and I sigh the same way he did: slow, measured, and masking what I actually want to say:Fuck off.

Instead, I give him the politically correct response: “But you’ve worked much longer, haven’t you?” I breathe out, and for the first time, I don’t tell him what he wants to hear. Instead, I say, “I’m not breaking up with Cora. You’ll have to kill me if you want us apart.”

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When I return to the party and whisper,follow me, before grabbing Cora’s hand, she’s game. In fact, she doesn’t question anything until I bring her into another room, perch her on my father’s desk, fit myself between her legs, and work my hand under her dress.

“Now?” she asks right before I kiss her.

I’m tugging her panties to the side and don’t stop. “I need this,” I reply before pressing our lips together once more.

Cora lets out a sigh, but she spreads her legs even wider. “You’re the horniest man alive.”

“Have you seen you? It’s a miracle I remember to eat.” I shove three fingers into her right off the bat, but I could have started with four. She’swet.

She takes out my erect cock, glancing at the pierced head and smiling. Without being told what to do, she places my cock at the entrance to her pussy. For a delicious moment, my piercing touches hers—andfuck, I love when our hardware kisses.

I surge inside her and drive toward a fast climax. When she’s close, I pull out, whirl her around, and bend her over the desk. Her hands grip the edge, and when I enter her again, shecomes while moaning into her forearm to keep quiet. I follow on the tail end, emptying my cum into her while I massage my thumb against her asshole, and I’m obsessed with the way she whimpers the entire time.

When I lick the skin between her delicate shoulder blades, I know I should feel guilty about where we are, but I don’t. I don’t give a single fuck, actually.

Years ago, the lieutenant governor gave my father this horrendous, solid gold, engraved pen to sign important documents. Today, I use it to write the word EVERYTHING on the globe of my girlfriend’s ridiculously nice ass.

“Let me guess: It says, ‘mine,’ doesn’t it?” Cora asks, scoffing.

I take out my phone and snap a picture. When I show it to her, she can’t stop the smile that fills her face. “You’re spiraling, Everett.”

I nod, not denying it—certainly not when I take a thousand dollars cash out of my wallet and slide it into the top of her dress. “Come on,” I say, giving her ass a sharp spank before I cover it with her skirt. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Thirty-Three

CORA

The next morning, Everettis inside me. I’m laying on him with my cheek pressed against his bare pectoral, and when I shift, the friction from his thick, erect cock is a better wake-up jolt than coffee.

When I sucked him off before the debate, he told me this cock was mine. Even when he’s asleep, he said. It’s mine to use however I want—and I’ve never declined a gift.

I brace my hands on his chest and sit up, keeping him inside of me. With my shins on either side of his immaculate body, I roll my hips. The pressure is beyond decadent.

And Everett is so beautiful when he sleeps.

I drag my hand over his shirtless chest, touching the chiseled planes of muscles before my fingertips drift to his nipple. It’s dusky and pink, flat except for the peak, and all I can think about as I press my tongue over it, is how unbelievable it would look if he pierced it.

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