Page 35 of Presidential Bargain
His steady rhythm increased until he was driving into me at a punishing pace, pounding in and out, deeper and deeper until we both toppled over the edge and straight into orgasmicbliss.
“Jesus,” he hissed, steadying himself against me. He squeezed my waist before slipping out with alewdpop.
I was slow to stand, my legs trembling. “I, uh, need some help with myzipper.”
Jameson’s chuckle was unexpected and a delight. He was out of breath, so it was raspy andhoarse.
His fingers closed around the tiny zipper and tugged it down until my dress fell open. “I need to get out of here before I fuck you again,” heconfessed.
I turned my face to watch him zip and buckle and smooth himself before he disappeared. I slipped the dress off, draping it across a nearby chair, and then dressed in my own clothes. My skin was overheated, my face flushed. I was a sweaty mess and in need of a shower, but when I replayed this tryst in my mind, I didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed by Jameson giving into his carnaldesire.
We sat together in theback of the SUV, hands entwined, bodies pressing against one another. There would be no more distance between us. I could feel thatchange.
“Two nights apart was awful,” Jameson murmured, kissing the top ofmyhead.
“I was not a fan,” Iagreed. “But—”
“I know what you’re going to ask, Georgie. I’ll tell you everything, I promise, but we don’t have enoughinformationyet.”
“Why did you meet with Governor Huntley,though?”
“He had information Iwanted.”
“But he didn’t give ittoyou?”
“No. He asked me to pay too high a price.” His words were sharp and hinted at a lingering anger. He pulled me closer and I began to wonder what thepricewas.
“But he provided me with a clue and that’s what we’re following up on. When I have that information, I will tell you. Ipromise.”
I decided not to push it and to trust him. I pulled out my phone, and together, we ran through the schedule for the week. Being with him was effortless. I rested my head on his shoulder and as we discussed the week’s events, his voice reverberated through my body, enveloping me in its velvetysmoothness.
“Okay.” I closed my eyes, enjoying the silence of the car and the clean, comforting smell ofJameson.
Sean was waitingin thehotel suite when we returned, and from the look on his face, I knew we finally had Russell Atlee. Or at least, we finally knew who he was. I nodded, acknowledging his presence, and then placed a firm hand on Georgie’s lower back, pushing her toward thebedroom.
“You look tired. Why don’t you take a nap?” I knew Georgie would find my tone patronizing, so I prepared for her to give me ‘the look’, but I was shocked when she just nodded and disappeared behind the door. I knew she’d barely slept, and the photoshoot itself was draining. But then I couldn’t keep my hands to myself or my dick in my pants in Sierra Simmons’ studio. If Sean hadn’t been waiting when we arrived, then I would havefollowedher.
Instead, I settled on peeking in and watched as she stripped down to her bra and panties and climbed under the comforter. I shut the door firmly and turned back to Sean, who was pacing in front of the balconydoors.
“Tell me,” Idemanded.
“If you don’t mind, let’s wait until everyone elsearrives.”
I nodded. As eager as I was to finally know the asshole’s identity, this news affected the entire campaign. ‘Everyone’ included DeWayne, Lewis, Jenkins, and Harvey, a security expert we hired because I couldn’t get over the fact that Georgie was assaulted at an event with hundreds of people inattendance.
They all arrived within minutes, which meant Sean had called them before Georgie and Ireturned.
“You’ll all probably want to fix yourselves a drink before I relay this informationtoyou.”
I remained still while everyone else made their way over tothebar.
“Especially you, Jameson. DeWayne, make sure you fix Jameson adrink,too.”
This meant the news was catastrophic. After the governor had left our meeting, we inferred from his behavior and request that Lamar Huntley personally knew Russell Atlee. I sent my men searching through his family, combing through family trees. Russell Atlee was not a cousin, nephew, or even half-brother. Despite this seemingly dead end, my gut told me the governor was still personallyconnected.
DeWayne handed me a crystal tumbler full of scotch. I would seriously need to teach him the finer points of drinking because there was no way I would ever drinkthismuch.
“Now that the Super Friends have assembled, can we please just get on with this?” I was growing impatient. I hadn’t expected news so quickly, but now that Sean had something, I was itching tofindout.
