Page 53 of Capitally Engaged

“I need you inside me, please,” I said, scrambling with my fingers on his skin, trying to gain purchase to pull him onto me. He put one knee on each side of my hips, his cock pressed into my stomach as he leaned down to give me a slow, yet sinful kiss.

“Since you said please.” He pushed off to lean for his bedside drawer.

“Wait,” I stopped him. “I was tested at the beginning of the year and my results were negative. And I have an IUD. I haven’t been with anyone since then but you.”

“I get screened every year at my PCP. I think she thought I was lying when I said I wasn’t sexually active. But my results were negative as well. Do you want to?”

I bit my lip, nodding. “I just want you.”

Preston’s eyes shut tight, absorbing those words. When they opened again, I could see a pool of care and affection aimed right at me.

I tilted my hips up, opening for him. My hand reached for the base of his cock and his encircled mine. Together, we guided him inside. He slid right home, slowly but firmly, the stretch and burn turning to fullness in an instant.

Pressing a kiss to each cheek, Preston held himself aloft over me and started to move his hips. He moved in slow grinding strokes, the root of his cock grinding over my clit with each stroke. “Oh, fuck,” I murmured as I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. I dreaded the emptiness I would feel if he left me, left my center, so I pulled tight to keep him close.

Gradually, the slow pace of his thrusts increased as he started to thrust harder and deeper. My legs started to shake, beginning to slip from their perch on his hips. One side at a time, he slid my legs down so my foot was planted flat on the bed.

Wrapping one arm under my back, he angled my hips up slightly. His thrusts grew near frantic in nature, bottoming out with each stroke. The new angle still stroked my clit while hitting deep inside me, and a wave began to crest inside me.

Preston picked his head up, meeting my eyes for a moment before his lips sealed to mine. “I’m close,” he said against my lips. “God, you feel so perfect. You’re perfect.We’reperfect.”

My orgasm blinded me, the wave breaking without warning and I felt myself cry out against his mouth, biting down on his lower lip. Preston’s thrusts stuttered as he fought to stroke through my pussy clenching around him, eventually burying himself deep with his head in my neck.

We lie like that, breathing heavily, his hand stroking my hair while mine rubbed in time on his back.

“Hey,” he said, looking up. “Are you okay? Shit, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He wiped under my eye, alerting me that tears had spilled over. “Did I bite you? So, you bit me back? Ugh, I ruined it.” He looked so sated and devastated at the same time. It was adorable and yet needed to be fixed immediately.

I shook my head, trying to find my words. “You didn’t ruin anything. You’re so good. It’s you. You’re the reason why this is home.” I reached up to kiss him gently, mindful of his lip.

We kissed slowly for a while before Preston rolled off me. He walked to the bathroom and came back with a wet cloth. He cleaned me up gently, before wiping himself off and throwing the washcloth onto the floor.

“You’re going to regret that later,” I teased, as he pulled me into his side and we watched the sun set outside the window.

“Probably. Worth it.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“So,” he continued. “Turns out you have an emotional intimacy kink.”

I laughed. “I’m not quite sure that qualifies as a kink, but you’re right. Turns out emotional intimacy isn’t exactly a bad thing.”

“Look at that. I taughtyousomething in the bedroom.”

I rolled my eyes as he squeezed me closer, arranging my limbs half on top of his.

“I could go for that hot chocolate now,” I said. The chilly evening April air cooled the apartment from the window we left open now that the sun had disappeared.

“Give me five minutes and I’ll see what I can do.” We lay there in silence as Preston’s breathing evened out, falling asleep. I shut my eyes as I pulled the comforter tight around us. We’d regret this nap in the morning, but we’d deal with whatever tomorrow brings. Together.

Chapter

Twenty-One

Preston

I felt on top of the world. The senator’s poll numbers were strong and climbing every week. My mood seemed contagious, I think I even caught him laughing at one of Laurel’s jokes in a staff meeting yesterday.

We were experiencing the few weeks of true spring in DC before we rounded the bend into flat-out summer. Longer days for once didn’t mean more time to be at the office, because it took longer to get dark to signal me to go home. Instead, they meant time to walk outside with Jax, eating dinner at outdoor restaurants with Jax, pretending to watch baseball games at Nats Park with Hayden, Charlotte, and Jax, and well, essentially just be with Jax.

Sure, we still had some things to figure out. The three-month deadline we set for our initial fake engagement was looming. We admitted these feelings were real, that they were worth exploring. Did that mean we stayed “engaged” while we dated and hope we decided we wanted to take that leap for real? All great questions that were a perfect problem for future Preston.Current me found myself happier than I could remember being in a long, long time.

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