Page 50 of Longing for Liberty
That made us all laugh, and we sat on different corners of the blanket.
Stanley was passing out forks when Jeremy went stiff, and my whole body tightened with alertness.
“State Force are walking over,” he warned. “Stay calm.”
I didn’t look up, trying to act normal, but I saw the two men in my peripheral vision. Stanley quickly pushed the paper bag over, partially covering his prize before he sat up straight.
They stopped at the edge of our blanket, their hard footsteps sending up a puff of dust in the dried patch.
“What do we have here?” the younger guy asked.
“Just enjoying this beautiful evening,” Jeremy said in his soothing country accent. “Thank you for patrolling.”
The older guy nodded down at the bag. “What have you got?”
“Oh, that?” Jeremy said. “Just a little lottery winnings.”
“Really?” The younger guy perked up. “I’ve been wanting to see if it was worth it.” He bent, making Rebecca and Stanley lean back, and he pushed the bag out of the way. “Look at that!” He whistled and grinned at the other Forceman. My stomach knotted at their excessive attention. “Mind if I taste it?”
I saw panic in Stanley’s eyes, and then he blinked and went blank. He wasn’t good at hiding emotions, so I spoke up.
“Here you go.” I held up my fork. “Please have a taste.”
Not only did he take the fork, but he picked up the entire parchment paper with the slice on it and took a huge bite. Stanley’s Adam’s apple bobbed with a nervous swallow, and he dropped his eyes when the enforcer made a loud sound of approval.
“My turn.” The older forceman took the fork and cake to try for himself. “Oh, man. That is good.” The two men looked at one another and back down at us before the older one nodded at us. “We’ll consider this a gift.”
Jeremy raised a hand and nodded in his easy-going way. “Take care, fellas.”
The two men walked away with the cheesecake and Stanley’s fork, leaving the four of us there to smile at one another and breathe through our feelings as the sun set.
TWENTY-TWO
STATE NEWS: FIVE ARRESTED IN ROME’S CATHOLIC CHURCH RAID FOR CHILD ENDANGERMENT!
Just like yesterday,Amos Fitzhugh watched me lazily from his place at the table as I entered. He leaned back in his chair with his rolled-up sleeves and stared as I took off my shoes and my stockings. Then my panties, folding everything and making a neat pile. Then I walked quietly to the kitchen, ate part of my breakfast, and felt my body buzz as the Secretary stalked in like a panther, pinning my belly to the counter as he caged me in.
He’d trained my body to be wanton for him, craving his touch. He gently pushed my hair aside and lowered his warm mouth to my neck, pressing the bulge of his pants into my lower back. I immediately went on my tiptoes, my body seeking his, pressing my softness into his hardness. I moaned when his hand went under my skirt and up my thigh, finding my wetness.
He made a thick, animalistic sound in the back of his throat as he wet his finger inside of me and moved it up the seam of my body to my ass. My head fell back.
“You want it,” he breathed.
“Yes.” I felt hot and dirty and a little ashamed, but I’d stopped beating myself up over every single thing I felt.
He pulled the plug out of his pocket, and I heard him spit on it seconds before the cool metal pressed against me. My whole body shivered as he gently pushed, then pulled it back, pushed again a tiny bit more, then back again.
“Amos,” I whispered, my whole being tensing. I’d gone to bed last night already anticipating how this would feel and woke up turned on. I wanted to melt into this feeling.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” His words were a growl as he moved the vessel in and out of me.
Was I sexy? I didn’t feel that—hadn’t felt it since I couldn’t remember when. But knowing this man thought it was a heady feeling.
When he finally pushed the plug fully in with a pop, I sucked in a breath and rubbed back against him, hoping he’d take me now. When he chuckled, I whispered, “Please.”
He spun me and kissed me hard, lifting one of my legs to press into my center with his bulge.
“Not yet,” he said, pulling back and staring me down with a look of satisfaction as I shivered. “I’ve got to work.” He placed one last kiss on my lips, and then he left the penthouse.
