Page 2 of Courting Gossip (Courting)
‘Ahhh,’ she panted.
Her heels dug into the bed as she accepted uneven, wimpy thrusts. They didn’t matter. In her mind, they were long and hard. Hot breaths hit her neck as their stomachs rubbed together. The body against hers was young and vital, full of hunger and an overwhelming, driving need to fuck.
‘Oh!’ she gasped. ‘Oh, God. Yes.’
She felt a strong, confident hand at her breast, and her nipple poked against a warm palm. She wiggled lower under her lover, trying to get his thrusts to hit where she needed them most. Her fingers dug into a muscled ass, and she felt him buck into her.
‘My God, Genieve!’
‘Br—’ She recognised the voice just in time. ‘Bring it,’ she panted.
The fantasy had been broken, but she was nearly there. Samuel was thrusting into her eagerly now, and she encouraged him by rubbing the spot at the base of his spine. His neck reared back at the caress, the tendons in his throat stretching.
His thrusts began hitching, and Genieve closed her eyes to try to sink back into the fantasy. She pictured dark hair and a hard body. Blue eyes tending to violet and a mouth that never smiled.
She nearly had him back when she heard a clicking sound that wasn’t the air conditioner. The man in her head disappeared as she rolled her head on the pillow towards the door. Was that something out in the front room of the suite?
‘Samuel,’ she said.
He didn’t hear the warning in her voice.
She heard it again, only this time it sounded more like voices. Was it the people in the suite next door? The television upstairs?
She lifted herself up onto her elbows as Samuel pumped into her frenetically down below. His thrusts were jagged and too shallow, but he wasn’t too far gone to understand when she pushed at his shoulders.
‘Samuel!’
There was light shining under the bedroom door that wasn’t from the moon. It was from the seating area of the suite, one that nobody should be in.
Someone was in their hotel room.
Before either of them could react there was a crash and suddenly strangers burst into the bedroom. The door bounced off the wall and back into the intruders.
‘Ow.’
‘Damn it!’
They were momentarily stunned, but they didn’t stop. Two men pushed their way inside. A light glared across the room, and it was blinding after the darkness. Genieve’s heart nearly leaped from her chest, and a scream raked through her throat. The cry was loud enough that the spotlight on her bounced and the headboard in the next room banged against the wall.
‘Holy shit, are you getting this, Lance? He’s doing her.He’s doing her right now.’
‘I got it. I got it. Senator Gunderson, this is TMI News.’
News?They were being filmed? Oh, dear God.
Genieve scrambled away from Samuel and their bodies disconnected. She yanked the covers over herself and turned her face away. Panic rose inside her as she felt the man with the camera step closer.
‘We received information that you were here with a prostitute. What do you have to say to that, Senator? What’s her name? Where did you pick her up?’
Genieve’s stomach turned. Oh, God.No. This couldn’t be happening. She lifted the blanket higher over her head and scrunched down further.
‘Senator? Do you have any comments?’
Her mind raced. What could she do? She was trapped. Her lungs worked hard as she stared at Samuel. He’d scrambled off the bed and was hiding between it and the wall. The two intruders moved further into the room, their tiny camera with the bright light glowing.
‘What do you have to say to your constituents, Gunderson? They voted you into office to do good, not whores.’
Genieve flinched, but her gaze landed on the nightstand. She grabbed the clock off the table and hurled it across the room. One of the reporters let out a squeal when it hit.
