Page 65 of Power Play

I nod.

“That motherfucking cuntcake.”

“Always has been.”

Her head thumps against the headboard, her eyes squeezing shut. “Well, he got what he wanted. Tonight was horrible.”

“Well,” I say as I lie back on the bed, tucking both hands beneath my head, “it wasn't great. But it doesn’t mean it's all for not. On the way over here, the various anchors were saying it was a tie. You did good. Not great, but you didn't bomb it like you're thinking you did.”

“That's not what Kyle thinks.” She sighs.

“He's a fucking drama queen, has been his whole life. It's not as bad as you think.” I cut my eyes to meet hers. “But nothing else can happen to derail your focus or shift the attention off your campaign points. You need to get back out there, hit the swing states hard. Remind them that you do know your shit, and you're the one who will have their backs. Remind them of your original platform. You're their voice in DC.”

“Why aren't you my advisor?” she asks, arching both brows in question. “You seem to know a lot about all this.”

“I was raised in this life. My parents wanted me to take a political path, but I didn't. Once I stepped away from it, I saw it for what it was, and I wanted no part of playing the political game the rest of my life. That's when I went into the army. It saved me from being a conniving, miserable fuckstick like everyone else in this town.”

“What did Shawn mean by a media circus, a disastrous relationship?” Gripping the edges of her robe tighter, she slides down the bed, lying at my side, head propped up with an elbow digging into the mattress.

“Ah, that.” I roll to face her, mirroring her pose. “The girl I was dating last year was the purest definition of a power-hungry political pawn.”

“Ah, the person you thought I was at first.” My gaze traces the curve of her lips as they move up her face in a sassy smile. “This mystery woman is the one I can thank for the incorrect judgments you spouted my way.”

“Yep. Something happened, I did something last year that caused our team to be demoted. It was a rough patch, and during that time, she showed her true self. Later on, I learned my parents were in her ear, trying to get her to convince me to step back into the political scene. I was the idiot who went over a year not realizing she was playing me.” Reaching out, I fiddle with the sash of her robe that lays in the small distance between us. “My family is one of the bigger names in politics. More behind the scenes, but they’re the money to a lot that goes on in this city. That's what Rachel wanted. The power that comes with my name, the trust fund. Not me,” I grumble and roll my eyes.

“So she left you because….”

“For Shawn fucking Whit.” Randi's eyes widen to a comical size. “Yep. Apparently even my family name and millions in the bank couldn't cover the embarrassment she felt for being with a demoted Secret Service agent.”

“I hate her.” An evil smirk forms. “Wait. If she's with Shawn… oh, this will be fun.”

Apprehension pulls me back an inch, scanning her face. “What?”

“Don't worry, Trouble.”

“That's not reassuring.” I give the terry cloth belt a hard tug. “What are you planning?”

Randi shrugs and flops back to the bed.

“Oh no you don't.” The bed dips beneath my weight, and a shriek of surprise squeaks past her smiling lips. Hovering over her, I pull my face close, our noses a hairbreadth apart.

Her smile falls, her eyes slipping to focus on my lips. Her heaving chest presses her breasts tighter against me. A moan pushes past my lips, brushing across her face and fogging the lenses of her glasses. Pinching the frames between two fingers, I tug them free and toss them across the bed.

I rake the tips of my fingers through her dark hair, causing her eyes to shutter closed.

Each inch between us is the kind of torture that drives men insane. Her lips pucker, demanding more at the faint brush of my own. The softness of her lips ease the growing ache that’s been building since Shawn interrupted us. I groan into her mouth at the shift of her hips, the spread of her legs beneath me.

“Randi,” I whisper against her lips, then seal mine over hers, needing more. Tugging on her hair, I angle her head to deepen the kiss, taking control of the pace.

Her hands slide between us, gripping the hem of my black T-shirt. I lift up, helping her yank it over my head. Goose bumps spread across my back at her delicate strokes up and down my skin. I move my body against hers, eliciting a moan of pleasure from both our lips.

Sucking on her neck, I then nip beneath her ear. With a flex of my hips, I press my steel-hard cock against her core.

“Oh fuck,” she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut.

The sweet scent of her arousal meets my nose, driving me lower. Gripping the inside edges of her robe, I slowly spread it apart, exposing the bare skin of her chest inch by inch. Her full breasts bounce with each of her sharp inhales. Eyes locked with hers, I lower my lips to a pebbled nipple, flicking the tip of my tongue against it before taking a quick, hard nip. Back arching off the bed, Randi threads her fingers through my hair, pushing her breast into my waiting mouth.

Her body writhes beneath me, each wiggle causing her to press against my cock.

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