Page 54 of Presidential Bargain
“I’m going to come, Georgie. Is that whatyouwant?”
I nodded my head in response and focused my efforts on getting him to explode. Having his cock in my mouth intoxicated me; it was like a drug. I felt him tense as his hands gripped my head tightly, and then I felt the first hot streams. His cock pulsed on my tongue and I continued to lightly lap at the head until he pulled himself from mymouth.
“I hope every debate ends that way,” he growled, tucking his cock back into his boxer briefs. He refastened the button on his trousers and buckled his belt before pulling me off thecarpet.
I smiled mischievously. “That can bearranged.”
“I wonder what else we can arrange.” His words were a delicious invitation. He pushed me gently until I lay across the leather backseat. Then he nudged my thighs apart and shoved at my skirt until it was bunched around my waist. I was exposed, indecently on display for his eyes only. He drew my panties down my legs until they tangled around my ankles. He gave me a devious grin before he buried himself in between my thighs. My hand shot out, hitting the glass of the window, and I braced myself while he feasted on me for the rest of ourtriphome.
Jesus,I was in somuch fucking trouble. Georgie had me totally spellbound. When the debate moderator asked me about all of the slander that had been directed toward Georgie, I thought I was going to lose my damn mind. And then Governor Huntley tried to pull off his fake Christian bullshit by saying that he and his wife prayed for us. I wanted to laugh because I knew the truth about him, and it was so ugly. I had it all tucked away safely, to be used only in the case ofemergencies.
The thing that pissed me off the most was that his campaign literally had nothing to attack me with, so they choseGeorgie.
I sat in bed, with her sound asleep next to me, and replayed the delicious car ride home, and her pre-debate confession. She loved me and I felt like a selfish asshole accepting her love, basking in its glow. She gave me so much and all she asked for in return was reassurance, and I couldn’t give ittoher.
I wanted to tell her to have faith in me, that I would eventually come around. The thought of her not being in my life after the election ended was not an option. I was going to be the next president and she was going to be the First Lady. That was all I knew. Would that beenough?
I removed my glasses and set aside the folder of information I was studying. I had to leave in the morning to head to Washington and cast my vote on a crucial bill. I didn’t want my record as a senator used against me, so even though the campaign was a twenty-four-seven job, I also made sure I was present on the Senate floor when necessary. It wasexhausting.
Georgie greeted me at thefront door before I left. Her hair was in a messy braid and she looked like a sexy, sleepy, rumpled mess. Her T-shirt hung from her shoulder and she wore a tiny pair of black shorts. She held my leather messenger bag in front of her as she waited for me to slip on my shoes and suitjacket.
“I think I’m going to miss you,” she mused, looking up at me with green eyes that held both longing anddesire.
“I know I’m going to miss you.” I kissed the tip of her nose as I took my bag from herhands.
“No, you won’t.” She pouted and I bent to capture her lip in between my teeth. I tugged playfully before releasing it and then kissed herfirmly.
“Yes, I will.” I squeezed her waist before heading for the door. I stopped short and turned back to her. She waited for me expectantly. “Georgie, I have a very important question toaskyou.”
“Yes,Jameson?”
“What’s your favoriteBeatlessong?”
“Hmm.” Her finger tapped against the lips I had just kissed, and her eyes focused on the ceiling. Then her gaze landed on me and her smile turned devilish. “Today, it’s ‘Why Don’t We Do It intheRoad’.”
She burst out laughing and then launched herself at me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she buried her face there. I held her tightly, inhaling her familiarfragrance.
“I love you,” she whispered before kissing me on the cheek. She released her hold on me andsteppedback.
I stared for a moment, no reply forming on my lips. And thenIleft.
I wasn’t eager to get away from Georgie, but I was eager to get back to D.C., to where my life was decidedly simpler. I laughed at myself, thinking that my life as a senator was simple. Running for president was just a different kind of job, with its own unique set of challenges. Taking a temporary break from my campaign to do my job gave me the opportunity to examine my own priorities. It gave me the chance to finally figure out exactly what I wanted and how I was going togetit.
The flight was short, which meant I had enough time to look over the bills that were being brought before the Senate. I made notes on the parts of the bill I thought were harmful to the American people, and I wrote down questions I planned on asking before casting my vote. I knew how my party was going to vote, but I hated party-line voting. I avoided it at all costs. More often than not, my vote was consistent with other Senate Democrats, but there were times when I had to break with my own party. When it came to my voting record, I had noregrets.
I was driven to the Capitol building and I reflected on how different this was, compared to a few months ago when I would drive myself or take the Metro. Now I had Secret Service protection. When I arrived in the Senate, I was greeted warmly by my colleagues. Despite my exhaustion from the debate and the flight, I remained in the Senate chamber until business wasconcluded.
“It’s good to see you, James,” one of my colleagues, Tom Chapman, said, approaching me. His hand was outstretched toward me and I took it, shaking itfirmly.
“It’s good to be back, Tom,” I replied. We exchanged meaningless pleasantries about our personal lives. He expressed his desire to meet Georgie and even though I verbally agreed, on the inside I thought,Not on yourfuckinglife.
Tom Chapman might have been one of my colleagues and one of the senior Democrats in the Senate, but he was also a total slimeball. He had a gorgeous wife and two kids in college, but he still employed a female companion to accompany him to events in town. It was the worst kept secret. I bet even hiswifeknew.
“Are you free for dinner tonight?” His question seemed innocent enough. The thing about Tom was that even though he was slippery and slimy, he was very influential. He was also from Ohio, a state that had become crucial in the last few elections. I needed his endorsement. I needed Ohio to voteforme.
“Absolutely.”
And that was how I ended up at dinner with three of my Senate colleagues, two female escorts, and some random lobbyists. This was the D.C. dance and even though I wanted to be the president, I hated it. The dinner was excessively fake. Entirely full of ass-kissing. I said what was required of me and I made vague promises because, even though I respected the three senators I dined with, there was no way in hell I was going to appoint them to anything. They were typical political sleazeballs, one scandal away fromresigning.
