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“Ahhh,” I moan as he finally notches the very tip of him at my center and slides in all the way.
The muscles in his thighs and ass flex and ripple as he pulls out to the tip only to thrust back in, making my tits bounce like a porn star. He grips my hips so tight in his hands that I know will leave marks on my body, and I don’t care one bit.
He pumps into me over and over again. My hands grip the sheets of the bed tight as I arch my back while he fucks me into oblivion. No one has ever been as good as Ryan, and I feel deep in my soul that no one ever will.
My jaw drops down on a silent scream, and my eyes close as I find completion in his arms. Ryan drives deep once, twice, before he plants himself deep as he comes.
It wouldn’t be until much later that I realize he never held me close, he never let us touch skin-to-skin, and how much I would miss it. Instead, I curl up into the covers and fall asleep thinking Ryan would join me when he came back from the bathroom. Instead, he never does.
I shouldn’t be surprised really. My life is nothing but empty promises and disappointment.
“Rumors Circle that a Certain Press Secretary and Former Senator Spent the Weekend Holed Up in Romantic Cabin”
Chapter 12
Rumor Has It
Washington D.C.
“Jules! Jules!” a reporter I know shouts when I walk out of my house this morning.
Not this again.
I was hoping that after a long weekend away, they would have finally given up their post on my front lawn. It was wishful thinking. Soon, the world will catch wind of Cara and Rick retying the knot, and as awful as it sounds, I hope the press gives them a little love for a while. We could all use a feel-good story right now. Anything to get the nation’s minds off HB 2250 and why people would back something as crazy as that.
“Jules! Rumor has it you spent a romantic weekend with a certain former senator,” someone else calls out.
“Guys,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Really?”
“What?” my ex asks from off to the side, drawing my attention to him. “America wants to know.”
“Gunner!” I say with a genuine smile for a friend. “What are you doing here?”
I walk right up to the man who was once my lover and wrap my arms around him. He picks me up off the ground and swings me around. We were close when we were dating, and while we drifted apart after we broke up because there was someone new for him to share that closeness with, I still hold no hard feelings. I care for Gunner and want him to be happy. I want him to be who he is and be free to do that. There are no hard feelings on my end and there never were.
“Your impending nuptials to the president’s father has the network’s bigwigs drooling,” he says, and the smile falls right off my face.
“Et tu, Gunner?” I reply, letting him see my frustration play out on my face. “Not you too.”
“We all have to eat.” He shrugs. “So how about an exclusive for an old friend?”
I shoot him my sternest glare. “The exclusive is that there is no exclusive,” I say loud enough for everyone to hear me. “Come on, you all know how busy our careers are. I have literally no time to be involved with anyone.”
“Sure, Jules,” Gunner says. “But if I find out you’re lying….” He lets the words hang in the air, and a shiver wracks up my spine, because I wasn’t completely truthful. Then again, how could he know I’ve spent a few evenings with the president’s aide-de-camp?
I smile brightly. “There’s nothing to find out, guys. Now, I do hope you’re all prepared for this week’s briefing on House Bill 2250.”
After a jaunty wave to the rest of the news crews in front of my house, I beep the locks open on my car and jump in. I pull through my favorite coffee place on my way to work and have just about finished my favorite skinny vanilla latte, a splurge for me, when I pull into the staff lot.
I make my way through security and into my office. I’m keeping my mental fingers crossed for a slow news day, but even I know that’s wishful thinking. I haven’t heard from my parents yet—although they’re still blocked on my cell phone, but they have their ways.
I fire up my computer and see I have an email from my brother, Gil.
Hey, sis.
I’ll be in town on business this week. Want to catch dinner with your big brother? Also, Mom’s been asking about you. Do your favorite brother a favor and call her to get her off my back if nothing else.
Love you, sis,
