Say Yes, Senator: A Best Friend's Little Sister Political Romance Page 3

  I was seriously losing my mind here.

  I had known it was ballsy to just show up at the luncheon like that, but I also knew that women couldn’t ignore me. I’d played my cards well. After that night, I was supposed to forget about her, but the woman was like a drug, and I couldn’t get her off my mind without getting at least one fix. That same night I had a dream about her, and the next night too.

  So when I heard by accident that she was going to be at that restaurant—what a coincidence, the world was so small—I decided to approach her, to hell with the consequences.

  At first, I was stumped, my cock reacting right away when I took in her appearance. She was hands down the most beautiful girl in the room. I was aware of other women gawking at me, which was quite the usual reaction wherever I went, but I had zero interest in them. I cared only about the woman who made my heart pound like a hammer, her nearness messing with my senses and mind.

  I wanted to take her right then and there. Right at that table in front of everyone.

  I saw it in her eyes. She was as attracted to me as I was to her, and it was all I needed to see to invite her to a hotel room, my gaze holding a promise of all the things I would do to her once she showed up.

  And she would show up, of course. There was no way she wouldn’t.

  Then I would fuck her brains out.

  The knock on the door stopped my pacing. It was her, as expected.

  I opened the door and smirked when she raised her eyes to meet mine.

  “Camilla.” I gave her a once-over, noticing that she had taken off her jacket, which left her in her white blouse. I appreciated the way her blouse and skirt hugged her curves, making a mouth-watering sight.

  “Hello, Merritt.”

  “Thank you for coming.”

  I stepped aside to let her pass and used this chance to check out her ass. Man, she was hot. Her hips swayed slightly as she walked, her legs arched beautifully in her high heels. An image of naked Camilla wearing only high heels flashed before my eyes, and my dick sprung to its full size.

  Her lips curved into a half-smile. “I figured you aren’t the type who takes no for an answer.”

  “What can I say? When I want something, I get it.”

  “Cocky, aren’t you?”

  She lowered her jacket and purse on the chair, looking at the king size bed that occupied the center of the apartment. I came right behind her, dying to kiss that sexy arch of her neck, but she moved away before I could get my hands on her, taking her cell phone out of her purse.

  “Camilla?” She tapped something on her screen. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m turning on a recorder.”

  Say what?

  “What? Why?”

  She was all business now, her seductive smile long gone. She placed her phone on the coffee table and turned around to face me with her hands on her hips. “I have to say I’m honored that big Merritt Dawson, the congressman, is so interested in me.” I glanced at her phone that was recording every single word, my throat going dry.

  She looked around the apartment. “It’s a nice hotel room. Suitable for a man like you. And quite suitable for the games you had in mind, I presume.”

  “What do you want? Did you plan this all along? You were acting as if you weren’t interested in me, so you would have me chasing after you?”

  I was pacing now around her, unsure if I felt like strangling her or congratulating her for managing to fool me.

  She cocked her head to the side. “Not really. When I told you in the bar that I wasn’t interested in you, I was telling you the truth. But then I started thinking. You’re a Senator. You can help me and give me what I need. So, it’s rather simple. Unless you want me to expose you as a womanizer. Or I could just expose this little meeting to my brother.” She pointed at her phone.

  I had to admit. My cock was throbbing painfully. She was that sexy—all feisty and sassy. Never in my life had I encountered a woman who treated me like this, and a part of me appreciated this stark change. Usually, they would drop their panties right away, but Camilla was different, and I liked chasing. This was exactly what I had been looking for.

  I licked my lips, taking a step toward her. She maintained our eye contact. “Your brother? Who is he?”

  “You really don’t recognize me? I thought after I told you my name…”

  It hit me like a freight truck. Cami was short for Camilla. Oh shit. “You’re Carter’s little sister aren’t you?”

  She nodded.

  “Damn. Well I guess this ends here then.”

  “But it doesn’t.”

  She walked over to me and tugged on my tie. “I need something from you.”

  The way she demanded my attention had me intrigued. “And what do you need?”

  “A job,” she stated simply.

  “A job?”

  “Yes. A job. I want to be an aide, and you have connections, so you can do this for me.”

  “So, you are demanding a job? Just like that?”

  She crossed her arms across her chest. “Yes. I have all the qualifications and education I need, but employers always have requirements that are almost impossible to meet. It’s not fair. In this city, if you don’t have connections or money, you can’t get anywhere.”

  “And I don’t want to do some low paying job in some god forsaken firm that would lead me nowhere. So I have to do this. I’m sure this is nothing for you and you’ll be able to find me a job in no time. So what do you say?”

  I didn’t reply immediately, letting my eyes slide down to her chest that was rising and falling a bit quicker than it was normal. Her boobs seemed barely contained with a bra that pressed them all too tightly and it was messing with my mind. I imagined running my tongue over that voluptuous curve of her breast before I sucked her nipple into my mouth, giving it the treatment it deserved.

  I sat down on the bed considering her proposition. This was new to me.

  “I say that you’re definitely something else. Who would have thought you would turn out to be like this?” I motioned with my head to her phone. “And if I refuse? Would you actually sell this recording to the media? Or give it to Carter?”

  Her gaze hooded, and she smiled. “Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows what a desperate woman can do?”

  I leaned backward, supporting myself on my hands, and slid my gaze over her body again. Fuck, she was too hot, and right now, I couldn’t care less if she was blackmailing me or not. In fact, it only made me hornier. Sick, I know.

  “You do realize that if I find you a job, you’ll owe me.”

  “Yes. I’m well aware of that.”

  “And you’re ready for it? No matter what I ask for in return, you’re ready to be indebted to me?”

  “Yes.” She took a step toward me, her face completely serious now. “I need that job, Merritt. I’m this close”—she held her thumb and forefinger together to show the proximity— “To becoming broke. So I’m totally comfortable with this arrangement.”

  I beckoned her with my forefinger. “Come here.”

  For a second, she was completely still, but then she moved and stopped right in front of me. I separated my legs and motioned to her with my hand to come even closer. I could see the lust in her eyes as she gave me a once-over, clearly turned on.

  She stepped in between my legs. I raised my hand and caressed her cheek, looking at her perfect, pink lips.

  “And if I ask to sleep with you in return?” My voice was husky, my breaths quick and shallow. “Would you do it?”

  I would never sleep with her under such conditions. I never had to force sex on anyone, not that I wanted to. I just wanted to hear her say she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

  I slid my fingers across her silky skin to her lips and ran my thumb over the seam of her lips. She gasped and bit into her lip, which was an unconscious reaction, I believed, but it was fucking sexy.

  She was trembling, still silent as I moved my fingers across her jaw to her neck. If
she said no, it would be hard for me to stop touching her, but I would stop.

  “I’m attracted to you, Camilla. Tell me that you want me too. Tell me that you feel the same.”

  She moaned, tilting her head to the side to allow me better access, and I stroked the sensual arch of her neck.

  “You already know it.” Her voice was deeper, raspy. “You wouldn’t have invited me to this hotel room if you hadn’t figured that out already.”

  “But I need to hear the words. Say it. Say you want me.” I tugged her to get her closer to me and placed my hands on her hips. I wouldn’t do anything to her before she said she wanted it, but I couldn’t resist touching her.

  “I won’t force you to sleep with me as a part of some debt,” I reassured her. “I won’t sleep with you just because you owe me, so if you don’t want me, just say the word and we’re out of here.”

  I left my hands on her hips, returning her gaze as I waited for her to answer me.

  “I want you too, Merritt,” she almost whispered. “I shouldn’t, but I do.”

  I groaned, beside myself with desire. That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into my lap so that she was straddling me. Her skirt rose up, revealing her lush thighs, and I covered them with my hands.

  “I’ll find you a job,” I muttered into her lips. “Now, no more talking.” And I kissed her.

  5

  Camilla

  Sometimes, my ideas were genius. But sometimes they were downright crazy. What the hell am I doing, I asked myself, certainly not for the first time.

  This was my last-resort because if I hadn’t done it, I would be done for. Today’s lunch with interns didn’t help me at all, and I even heard that out of the twenty interns they accepted, they would hire only one. So, the odds weren't in my favor.

  I’d formulated the plan in the hotel elevator, on the verge of hyperventilating because I’d never done something like this in my life. I was blackmailing Merritt Dawson. Was I totally insane?

  I had counted on different reactions.

  I’d expected him to flip out and go off the deep end.

  I had not expected him to ask me to sleep with him in exchange for a job.

  But what Carter didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him.

  “And if I ask to sleep with you in return?” he asked me, his voice barely recognizable under the thick coat of his desire. “Would you do it?”

  I was prepared to fight for what I wanted, and I knew I was attracted to him. So what if I slept with him? It wasn’t like I wasn’t attracted to him and didn’t want him.

  He moved his thumb over my lips before they continued to my neck, and I began trembling. His touch was creating fire in me, eliminating the traces of my reason.

  “I’m attracted to you, Camilla. Tell me that you want me too. Tell me that you feel the same.”

  The air in the room seemed to vanish, and I could barely get enough oxygen into my lungs. My pussy was pulsating fast, and I wished for nothing more than to feel his fingers and mouth on me, to feel his cock buried deep inside of me…

  I moaned and arched my neck, closing my eyes when his deft fingers ran across the sensitive skin of my neck.

  “You already know it. You wouldn’t have invited me to this hotel room if you hadn’t figured that out already.”

  “But I need to hear the words. Say it. Say you want me.” He pulled me closer to him and put his hands on my hips. I wished he would go lower. I wished he would slide them underneath my skirt and stroke my pussy.

  “I won’t force you to sleep with me as a part of some debt. I won’t sleep with you just because you owe me, so if you don’t want me, just say the word and we’re out of here.”

  There was no way I would deny him. I was too far gone, all my reason lost under the potent wave of desire.

  “I want you too, Merritt. I shouldn’t, but I do.”

  With a groan, he jerked me into his lap, and I straddled him. His cock pressed against my warm mound, and I was sure he could feel through the flimsy material of my panties just how wet I was.

  “I’ll find you a job,” he said, but I could barely register what his words meant. In this moment, everything else seemed less important than being with Merritt.

  “Now, no more talking.”

  His lips landed on mine an instant later, claiming me. I moaned into his mouth and clutched his head with my hands, pulling him toward me. His tongue was playing with mine in the most delicious way, and I was even wetter. He ground against me, and the friction of our bodies was almost too much for me.

  His mouth traveled along my jaw as his hands worked on the buttons of my shirt. My hands weren’t resting either, tugging at his shirt until it was out of his pants. As soon as the last button of my shirt was unbuttoned, I worked on unbuttoning his, moving in a frenzy.

  Our shirts were off in a matter of seconds, our naked skin hot against each other as we kissed. He cupped my ass and pressed me against him, eliciting another moan out of me.

  “You’re so sexy, Camilla. I was trying to get you out of my head, but it was impossible.”

  His admission was a major turn-on for me. It was good knowing that Merritt felt this way about me.

  It made me feel like I had the power.

  I was in control.

  I stood up and pushed him down to the bed. My hands were fast as I unfastened his belt and pulled his pants and black boxers to his knees, freeing his massive hard-on.

  Oh my.

  “Impressive,” I said, looking at the cock that was bigger than any other I’d seen so far. It was thicker too, with the budging veins surrounding it. A bead of precum poured out of his tip, and I hurried to collect it with my thumb. I pushed my thumb into my mouth, tasting him.

  “Mmm.” I never took my eyes off him, lowering my head and wrapping my mouth around the tip of his shaft.

  “Fuck.” He hissed and grabbed me by my head. I ran my tongue over his tip before I sucked it into my mouth, watching his face twist with pure pleasure. “So good…”

  His grunts mixed with moans, coming out faster and faster. I couldn’t even take all of his big size into my mouth, sucking him slow then fast, then slow again.

  Without warning, he grasped my shoulders and pulled me upward, making me lie over him. “If you keep doing it, I’ll cum before we even get started.”

  He pressed his lips against mine and flipped us over. “Now it’s my turn.”

  He unclasped my bra and pushed it aside, his eyes dark with lust. The next were my skirt and panties, both thrown onto the pile of our clothes on the floor, which left me only in my high heels. His hands threaded through my hair and removed the hairpin that was holding my hair in place, setting it wild and free. He observed his work with a satisfied smile on his face.

  “Perfect.”

  His eyes were all over me now, studying me closely, searing into me.

  “You look even better than I’ve imagined. Look at these two sweet, pink nipples.” He took one nipple in between his thumb and forefinger and sucked the other into his mouth.

  “Merritt… Ah, yes.” My nipples had always been super sensitive, so Merritt’s stimulation brought me marvelous sensations. “Keep doing that…”

  I writhed beneath him, arching my back when his hand traveled down my stomach and reached my heated mound. His fingers pushed through my wet folds and reached my entrance, and a moment later, they penetrated me.

  “Jesus…” I whimpered, raising my head to watch him fingering me.

  “You’re so tight, Camilla. So tight and hot. Amazing.” He pulled away to look at my pussy as he added another digit into my pussy, thrusting three fingers into my slick canal.

  “Ahh… It’s so good.” I let out a loud moan, letting my head drop against the mattress as the pressure rose in me. If he kept doing that…

  But he didn’t continue. Instead, he did something even better.

  Grabbing my thighs and separating them wide apart, he lowered his head and reward
ed me with a feathery kiss on my clit.

  “Merritt!” His mouth closed around my clit, sucking it slowly, painfully slowly, as his fingers rubbed the spot right beneath it. I was a wet mess, my juices pouring out and down my ass.

  “You taste so good.” He moved so he could lick me from the entrance to my clit. He repeated this a couple of times, each time pushing his tongue against my flesh unhurriedly.

  It was more than I could handle. I needed him to go faster, but at the same time this built-up made me feel everything way more intense, and I knew that when I finally came, it would be way stronger than my usual orgasms.

  “Yes, yes, yes… Just like that.”

  I pressed his head against my mound when he continued sucking my clitoris again, this time pushing two fingers into me at the same time. He was going faster now, bringing me an incomprehensible ecstasy.

  I was going to come… I was going to come so hard…

  “Yes! Ah! Merritt!” I screamed, thrusting my hips toward him, coming hard, so hard.

  He kept his face pressed against me until the last aftershock coursed through me.

  “If you could only see yourself now,” he muttered and licked his lips that were coated with my juices. “Fucking sexy.”

  I reached for my high heels to take them off, but he didn’t let me. “No. Leave them. I want to fuck you with them on.”

  He stepped away only to take a condom out of his pants and put it on. Moving me to the edge of the bed, he placed my legs over his shoulders, sliding his hands over my thighs and knees.

  “I finally get to be inside of you.” He pushed and entered me fully at once, reaching out to cup my breasts.

  “Merritt… Oh God…” He was so big! My walls stretched to take all of him, and pleasure mixed with pain coursed through me when he hit my cervix with the head of his dick. He was in too deep. “You’re so big.”

  He smirked and started moving, at first slowly, then gradually faster and faster. The way he looked at me had me trapped, as if he was enchanted by me.