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  I stepped away from her and went to my closet again. I grabbed two ties and used them to tie her hands to the chair.

  “You better stay still now if you want to come.”

  “Yes. I’m sorry. Please…”

  I watched her chest rise and fall rapidly, her nipples hard as pebbles. I turned on the vibrator again, which was wet from her pussy, and slid it over her nipples.

  “Ah…” She bit into her lip, her whole body getting tenser.

  “All tied up and wet. You’re so hot.”

  Slowly, so slowly, I moved the vibrator over her stomach and to her clit. I moved it in circles, around, left and right, up and down, until only seconds separated her from her orgasm.

  However, I turned off the vibrator before she reached it.

  “No! Merritt, no… I need to come. Please.”

  “Patience, Camilla.”

  I pulled a new toy out of the bag—this time a thick dildo. It wasn’t as big as my dick, that was for sure, but it would do the job.

  Without a word, I plunged the toy into her soaking pussy.

  “Merritt!”

  I wound my arm around her and raised her bottom a few inches higher for the better penetration. I moved the dildo fast, hitting all the right spots judging from the way her face twisted in pleasure and the sounds she made after each thrust. Once more, I could feel her pleasure building, this time much faster, and I grabbed the vibrator.

  Stimulating her clit with the vibrator and fucking her with the dildo at the same time did the trick, sending her over the edge in seconds.

  “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Her juices squirted out of her, covering my hand and the carpet, which made my cock painfully hard. I untied her hands, leaving the blindfold on her, and picked her up.

  I took her to the wall and slammed my dick deep into her.

  “You like me fucking you this hard? You love coming all over my dick?”

  “Yes! Please, don’t stop. Fuck me long and hard.”

  I intended to do exactly that, fucking her into oblivion. Her lips found mine and claimed me, her tongue dancing with mine in the rhythm of our hips hitting against each other. Her nails scraped my shoulders, her teeth grazing my lips as she unleashed all her passion onto me.

  Both of us in delirium, we moved with abandon until we reached the peak of our pleasure, holding onto each other with everything we got.

  I removed her blindfold off her face, still inside of her, and smiled at her. “So, how did was that?”

  She returned my smile. “Oh, you know.”

  “I know?”

  “Yes. You just want me to boost your ego.”

  “What’s wrong with that? There is nothing better than hearing how good I am from the woman I want to be with.”

  I could see her melt at my words, her gaze becoming softer. Already missing the softness and warmth of her pussy, I drew out of her and put her down to her feet.

  “You’re not good. You’re amazing. There, I said. Are you happy now?”

  I chuckled, pulling her into an embrace. “With you I’m always happy.”

  Her arms snaked around my waist, her lips kissing the spot right over my heart. “You stole the words out of my mouth, Senator Dawson. That’s exactly how I feel too.”

  It didn’t take long for us to continue our sex games, spending the whole night making love under the sheets.

  16

  Camilla

  A couple of days later, I was sprawled on my couch and holding my phone in my hand, my smile huge as I texted Merritt back. We hadn’t been able to see each other at all the last three days because of Merritt’s extremely busy schedule. Yesterday, he left on a business trip, and tonight he finally found some time for texting.

  I feel like I’m dating the president of the United States- I texted him.

  Why?- he texted back.

  Because I can hardly see you. Soon, I’d have to schedule an appointment see you.

  Now that’s a good idea. Just give my secretary a call and I’ll put you on my schedule.

  You’re so not funny.

  I find it pretty funny.

  And I thought my dad was a busy man. Before he retired, anyway, now he just makes my mom crazy.

  What did your father do? I don’t remember Carter ever telling me.

  He owned a consulting firm, but he sold it before he retired.

  I assume you had no interest in his business.

  And that’s putting it mildly. My father hoped I would follow his footsteps, but I had a knack for politics, just like Carter, so he gave up on persuading me a long time ago.

  What made you interested in politics in the first place?

  My history teacher talking about the founding fathers.

  That’s interesting.

  Yeah. How about you?

  As you already know, my dad is a politician too.

  Yep. I read that a long time ago in the news.

  So, it was only natural for me to start politics too. He taught me a lot about political systems and laws before I actually started studying them in school.

  That’s so cool. I wish my dad is like that. He doesn’t particularly like politicians. He thinks they are all the same.

  Ouch. Then I guess he wasn’t happy when you told him you wanted to become an aide?

  “He wasn’t happy?! He threw a tantrum that day! He didn’t talk to me for days! I think he thought maybe I wanted to do it because Carter did, but I wanted it for myself, not for him. Anyway I almost gave up on college I wanted, when he came to me and said I had the right to do whatever I wanted with my life. He just advised me to always be honest and work for people, not myself.

  Your father is a smart man.

  Yes. Smart and good. Too good for this world, in my opinion. He always liked you. Not sure how’d he feel now that you’re with me though.

  Well I guess he’ll find out soon enough.

  Still thinking about how you’re going to tell Carter.

  Yeah. It’s going to end with a drink in my face, or a fist. Either way I’m not looking forward to it.

  You’re a good guy though, and he respects you.

  What makes you say that?

  Because you’re honest and you’re not a politician for money or power. You actually want to help our country.

  Wow. You sound better than my own PR team. Maybe I can hire you to work for me as my publicist.

  I erupted into laughter.

  I don’t think that would be such a good idea.

  Why not? You’re beautiful, smart, charming, capable… Do you want me to continue?

  Aww you’re flattering me. Thanks. But seriously, we’d have a conflict of interest in that case.

  True. And how about your mother? Does she still teach? Lord she hated having me in class.

  I don’t think she hated you.

  Spoiled little rich kid? Yeah she wasn’t a fan. I’m glad to know at least ¾ of your family likes me.

  For now.

  LOL- She wasn’t the only teacher who wasn’t a fan. I could take the heat.

  Impossible! There was actually more than one woman who wasn’t smitten with the gorgeous Merritt Dawson?!

  Who would’ve thought, right? Well, she was one of my ‘anti-fans’.

  One of? So there were more?

  Of course there were more. All of them females. Most of them were those who wanted something serious with me and didn’t understand the meaning of a ‘one-night stand’. So some of them spew lies about me in the media as a part of their petty revenge.

  I’m sorry to hear that. I guess that’s the risk of being popular. There can be people who can harm you like that.

  Yeah. I got used to it, but it was difficult in the beginning… So that is why I wasn’t sure about being with you. I don’t want you to experience the same things I did.

  It’s so sweet of you that you want to protect me, Merritt, but I’m a big girl. I can handle it.

  That’s good to hear, but honestly, you can’t
understand how horrible that is until it hits you. I just want you to know that it’s not a walk in the park.

  Then I better get my Rambo mode activated.

  Rambo mode?

  Yeah. The tough fighter mode.

  You’re ridiculous.

  Not that I know how to fight physically. I tried learning kickboxing and aikido, but I failed miserably at both. So I gave up on learning. What about you? Have you ever trained in something?

  I’ve trained in kickboxing too. It was pretty useful back then when I needed a way to get rid of all my stress or extra energy. I also used to play basketball. There was also a period in high school when I actually dreamed of becoming a famous basketball player.

  I remember you being pretty good. Why didn’t you?

  Because I quickly lost my interest in basketball when I discovered something called ‘dating’.

  The smile on my face led to a rambunctious laughter.

  That and I loved politics more than sports he texted a few seconds later.

  So… About dating… When did you get your first girlfriend?

  At seventeen.

  I gasped. Shut up! At seventeen? Just then? But how? I know you were gorgeous way before then.

  Why, thank you. You’re making me blush.

  Are you even capable of blushing?

  I was when I asked my first girlfriend out for a date. Anyway, I was too busy with studying and extracurriculars, so I could get into a good college to go to parties and meet girls. But then, as I said, I finally learned about dating, ha-ha, and everything changed since then.

  And then you became a heartbreaker. I remember that pretty well.

  You watched me.

  You were my big brother’s hot friend. Of course I did. I was in middle school, not blind.

  How about you? I bet boys chased you even in elementary school.

  Actually, I got my first ‘boyfriend’ in the kindergarten.

  No shit.

  Unbelievable, right? One day we decided it would be a good idea to press our lips together, and after that he told me I was his girlfriend. I agreed without even knowing what the word girlfriend meant. We spent the next two days holding each other’s hands and hugging.

  Now it’s my cue to say that’s so cute.

  Yeah, it was. Until our mothers found out and freaked out about it.

  Damn.

  I remember even now my mom’s tirade. She told me I was too young for dating and that she wouldn’t let me date until I was at least 18 years old.

  And did you listen to her? Did you wait until you were 18? Carter and I were in law school by then.

  What do you think? I used to go to my friends’ places to meet with guys since I was 14.

  Wow. You’ve been such a naughty girl even then.

  My cheeks colored with an intense blush, and I thought about the moments we shared the last time we were at his place.

  As naughty as you are.

  You know it.

  So, I assume that you had your first kiss with your first girlfriend?

  Nope. That happened in seventh grade.

  Oh yeah? How?

  A girl from eight grade had a major crush on me. She took me into some deserted hallway at lunchtime and confessed to me. I didn’t even have time to answer her, because the next thing I knew, she was swallowing my whole face with her dry lips.

  I burst into laughter, the image playing in my head.

  Ewww, that sounds gross.

  It was. Her spit was all over my mouth and chin.

  Ewww.

  think I developed trauma from kissing right then and there.

  And what did you tell her in the end?

  I just ran away as fast as my legs could carry me.

  My laughter grew stronger, and I had to hold on to my stomach, ache rolling all over it.

  My clumsy first kiss in the kindergarten sounds awesome compared to yours.

  You can say that again.

  I hope your first time was better than that.

  It was. She was four years older than me and she knew what she was doing.

  A pang of jealousy hit my chest, and I regretted mentioning this topic. I didn’t actually need to know about other girls and their awesome sex skills.

  I didn’t respond anything, not knowing what to answer to that.

  I know what you’re thinking about now, he messaged.

  What am I thinking about, Einstein?

  You’re jealous.

  Nope, I’m not.

  Yes, you are. I’d be jealous too. In fact, I am jealous. Somehow, I wished I was your first.

  Wow. Someone sounds a bit possessive right now.

  Well, sorry, but that’s how I feel. I can’t do much about it. I was there back then, but I didn’t notice you. I should have.

  No worries. I actually like that. And I feel the same. Whenever I think about the legion of girls who had the luck to be with you, I get all antsy and… I don’t know.

  You have me now, Camilla. I’m not going anywhere.

  Are you? Not going anywhere?

  You can trust me on that, babe. I’m all yours.

  I miss you.

  I miss you too. God, you have no idea how much. This day was filled with never-ending meetings, and I was all like ‘I want to see Camilla’ or ‘What is Camilla doing right now?’. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.

  I bet there are some good-looking ladies out there.

  I don’t know and I don’t care. All I care about is you.

  My heart throbbed at his tender words. I wished I could be with him.

  I know. Right now, I feel like I have a crisis. I need to see you so badly.

  Same here. It’s going to be difficult for me to fall asleep without you next to me. Somehow, I already got used to sleeping next to you.

  I closed my eyes, remembering the night at his place a few days ago. We didn’t sleep much that night, but falling asleep next to him felt like heaven. He was spooning me, his arm around my waist holding me tight against him, and I slept like a baby.

  When can we see each other again? I asked him.

  Hopefully, this weekend. I’m in Phoenix until tomorrow, and after that I’ll have some spare time.

  Or we can put on some wigs and sunglasses and go into the sunset together. No one would know.

  Now, I can get on board with that. Just tell me when and where.

  I wished it was that easy. Once more, I wished we were normal people who had no obstacles between them. But now there was no complaining about it. Merritt and I would have to work around our situation and deal with it the best we could.

  Don’t overwork yourself. Make sure to get enough sleep.

  God, I sounded just like my mother again. Just great, Camilla.

  You’re so cute when you worry like this about me.

  Cute? I’m actually rolling my eyes at myself. I sound just like my mother!

  Nevertheless, it’s cute. I’ll make sure to get enough rest.

  Good, because those dark circles don’t suit you well.

  Duly noted. Anyway, I have to go. Robert is calling me. He is with some donors downstairs in a hotel bar, and they asked for my presence.

  Sure. I’ll be here, on my couch, probably touching myself to the fantasy of you and me in your shower.

  Fuck, Camilla. You’re not making this easy for me.

  I grinned. What can I say? I’m a naughty girl after all.

  You know what? I want the details later, before you go to bed. You got that? And they better be juicy.

  Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to send every single detail to you.

  Bye.

  I put my phone on the table and moved into a more comfortable position, placing my hand between my thighs. I moaned and massaged my mound gently, the image of Merritt kissing my pussy already forming in my mind. And I let the fantasy unfold, forgetting about everything but pleasure.

  17

  Merritt

  For a couple of moments, I was completel
y disoriented, the sound of ringing cutting through my sleep. With a grunt, I sat up in my bed, my pulse quickening as I tried to figure out if it was still night or morning. I’d had a pleasant dream that included Camilla, which brought a naughty smile to my face. Actually, it had been more than pleasant.

  The sunrays penetrated through the curtains into my bedroom, and I squinted to protect my eyes from the sudden explosion of light, reaching for my phone on the nightstand.

  I frowned at the screen when I spotted the name of one of the members from my public relations team. What now?

  “What’s up, Marissa? Isn’t it too early for you to be calling me? It’s not even six!”

  “Merritt, I’m afraid I don’t have good news.”

  I sighed. “I figured as much. You wouldn’t be calling me at this God-awful hour if you didn’t have some bad news. It’s another one of those ‘Big Playboy Merritt’ stories? Bring it on.”

  “I’m sorry to burst your bubble, Merritt, but I’m afraid it’s nothing like that.” She sounded distressed, and I frowned, sobering up. She was always composed, so if she was this affected, the news could only mean trouble.

  “Then? What is it? Spit it out.”

  “A tabloid has broken the story of you and an aide of another congressman sleeping together. They even have you two on the front page with a shit headline saying ‘A Scandal in the Congress! Congressman Dawson Sleeping with an Aide!’”

  I ran my hand down my face, becoming livid in a second. How did they manage to find it out so quickly? No, the real question was—how did they find it out?

  “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

  “And it’s not just some trash story without anything concrete. They had intimate knowledge in the article and the multiple pictures of the two of you together. I have to say, those pictures don’t look flattering either.”

  “I can’t fucking believe this! And what pictures are you talking about?”

  We had made sure not to be together outside, so they couldn’t have been taken on the streets or in the congressional offices.

  “The pictures of the two of you posing together in the bed, which makes things way worse. The pictures don’t show more than your shoulders, but it’s clear that both of you are naked.”

  I groaned and let out several curses. Now that I thought about it, Camilla had asked to take our pictures the last time she was in my apartment. We were lying in my bed, and yes, we were completely naked. Fuck. This was unbelievable.