Say Yes, Senator: A Best Friend's Little Sister Political Romance Page 8

  Staying true to his promise, he made me come two more times before he let himself cum, burying himself deep, so deep into me.

  We moved from my living room to my bedroom, both of us craving more. Our naked bodies were pressed against each other as our hands traced our hollows and planes. I marveled at the way his muscles felt underneath my fingertips, admiring his dedication to keeping his body in such a good shape. He was a dream come true, built like a god.

  “When you look at me like that…,” he murmured, his hands making love to my skin. I was shivering, arching my back when he lowered them down and flicked my clit with his thumb. “I want to do everything to you. I want to see you come again and again.”

  He pulled me to my bed and kissed me, pushing me down. He ended on top of me, his hand restless on my chest and stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair, my shivering becoming more visible. I was beside myself with need.

  “And when you touch me like that, I feel like I’m losing my mind,” I confessed, my shivering turning into shuddering.

  He was tracing my thighs with his hands, circling around my pussy but never actually touching it. He was teasing me mercilessly, and my hips propelled toward him on their own accord.

  “Touch me. Please. Touch my pussy.”

  His smile was devilish. His fingers moved ever so slowly over my warm flesh, his eyes set on mine as he made me experience a myriad of sensations. Then he lowered his head and started kissing my neck, moving down slowly. He kissed my breasts, he kissed my belly, he kissed the top of my mound, going lower and lower…

  And then he was in between my thighs and his mouth was on my clit. The next moment, three fingers penetrated me, and my hips bucked up. He was ruthless, his mouth and fingers feeding me with more than I could handle. My legs were convulsing, every single nerve in me tense. Only seconds separated me from another orgasm, and soon, I was screaming and coming again.

  He was back on top of me before my aftershocks passed, caging me in between his arms. His mouth landed on mine, giving me a taste of myself. This time he didn’t use a condom, impatient to get inside of me. Our moans came out together, our gazes fixed on each other as he drove into me repeatedly.

  He brought my arms above my head and held them in place with one hand. The fingers of his other hand were on my breast, teasing my nipple, which turned into a hard bud in response. I wrapped my legs around his waist and drew him closer to me, moving so that he could enter me more deeply. He flipped us over so that I was on top of him and placed his hands on my hips.

  “Ride me, Cami. I’m all yours.”

  Supporting myself against his chiseled chest, I impaled myself on his dick, letting out moans and grunts that soon turned into screams. I moved faster, going after yet another climax.

  My walls clenched around him, taking all of him inside with each plunge of my hips, and a stream of juices gushed out of me. It was becoming more and more messy, my slick walls contributing to the friction that numbed my senses with overwhelming ecstasy.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m going to come.” He cupped my ass and sat up, thrusting into me in a hard rhythm, ripping me apart.

  A scream after a scream left my lips, my pleasure reaching its peak unbelievably fast. He was also moments away from ejaculating right into me. I could feel it. I could see it. His muscles budged, his whole body shuddering as he rammed into me, and three powerful thrusts later, we were both coming simultaneously, our mouths landing against each other in a rapturous moment.

  He pulled me against his chest and brought my head against his shoulder, resting his head on mine. We didn’t say anything, catching our breath in silence.

  “Now, that was something else.” He was the first to break the silence, and I smiled into his shoulder. I moved my index finger over his upper arm, watching the goosebumps appear on his skin.

  “I could say the same,” I muttered happily to him and leaned away to look at him. I was sure I had a dreamy gaze and that my lips were stretched in a silly smile. “You’re amazing, Merritt Dawson.”

  His lips formed a matching smile, and his dimples made an appearance. That was so, so cute.

  “Just like you, sweetheart.” He kissed my forehead and cupped my cheek. “Just like you.”

  13

  Merritt

  A newfound sense of peace took over me, and I pulled Camilla closer to me. We were lying in her bed, our limbs entangled together.

  Even now, I wanted to get back inside of her. I shook head at myself internally. What had she done to me?

  My mind kept returning to the moment I saw her in that gorgeous dress. It was ironic. I wanted to fuck her in it and rip it off her at the same time. In the end, we came to her bedroom and continued playing with each other with no clothes preventing us full access. My lips had covered each inch of her skin, my hands memorizing the feel of her curves.

  Before Camilla, I didn’t have a type of women I liked. Curvy, slim, tall, short, blonde, brunette… They were all the same to me. As long as she was pretty, that was all I needed to get it going. But now that I had met Camilla, I knew exactly what I liked. Her blue eyes and brown hair along with her sexy curves were the winning combination. She was perfect to me.

  My fingers moved on their own, tracing her soft frame on their way to her breast. I covered her soft, round flesh, and she let out a low moan. Jesus, I loved when she did that. She was so responsive, always welcoming my touch.

  I wanted her in my arms forever, no matter how cliché that sounded. With her, I didn’t care about being sappy. With her, all of that romantic shit I had never understood felt normal. It felt right.

  “Can you do something for me?” I asked her.

  “What?”

  “Tell me how you feel about me. About us.”

  She chuckled softly. “Why?”

  “Because I need to know what we’re doing here, what I’m going to tell Carter.”

  “Well, I like you.” My chest constricted at the words.

  “Since when did you start liking me?” I asked her, tipping her chin up so that I could look at her beautiful face. Her eyes were brighter now, but just a couple of minutes ago they were stormy and dark, showcasing her lust.

  Her nipple was hard underneath my fingers, and my mouth watered at the thought of licking it.

  “I’m not sure,” she replied, creating some random patterns on my chest with her finger. “Probably when I was eleven and had braces and you saw right through me. But this time around? I have to admit that I was attracted to you from the first moment I saw you.”

  I moved to look at her, taken aback by her admission. “You were?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You didn’t look that way.”

  “Well, I was attracted physically to you, but I thought you were a jerk.”

  “Ouch. This honesty is killing me.”

  She giggled. “I wouldn’t want to boost your ego.” She winked. “So I didn’t want to get involved with you then. Only later, I realized there is something about you that makes me want to be with you. For good.”

  “Is that why you have changed your mind? You realized you can’t stay away from me?”

  “Maybe. Actually, I felt miserable. I was supposed to be in control of my life and live it the way I’ve always wanted it… But instead of being happy with the choice I made, I felt empty. Suddenly, my choice didn’t feel like mine anymore. I made it for my job, for Carter. But I needed to make it for me.”

  “I said to myself that I wouldn’t look for you anymore, but it was so hard. That morning was a major let down because I’d finally figured out how I felt about you. It wasn’t and isn’t just about sex.” My fingers traced her neck. “I care about you.”

  “So what is our relationship, Merritt? I want us to figure it out together because I’m at a loss here. Are we lovers? Partners? Friends with benefits?”

  “We’re definitely not friends with benefits.”

  “Then what are we?”

  “I want to take you
out. Be a couple. Do you want that?”

  “Yes. I want to date you.” She frowned, sighing.

  “But…”

  “But?”

  “There is a but, right?”

  “Right. The thing is, I want us to be together, but I also know I don’t want our relationship to hurt either of our careers. I’m afraid that if we got together it would only complicate things more and one of us or both would suffer at work. And we have to own up to all of this with Carter.”

  I ran my finger across her lip, cheeks, and eyebrows, following the slow movement with my eyes. There was a faint flush on her cheeks that was left from our love making, which made her more desirable.

  “I know. I was thinking about the same thing. I wouldn’t want you to regret being with me. There is a big possibility that us being together would ruin your career. I wouldn’t want you to lose your job or have your name dragged across the newspapers. And don’t worry about Carter, I can handle him.”

  I sighed and continued. “The truth is that the relationships like ours are pretty damn hard considering the nature of our jobs. I’m a congressman and any wrong move can make my career spiral down. I have to be careful about what I say or do, especially with all that The Playboy of Washington bullshit.”

  She giggled and snuggled closer to me. “Well, your lifestyle certainly doesn’t help your reputation.”

  “My former lifestyle.”

  “Is it? Former, I mean.”

  “One hundred percent former.” I gazed into her eyes, wanting her to see the honesty of my words in mine. “Now that I have you I don’t need anyone else, Camilla. I don’t want anyone else.”

  “I trust you, I really do, but it’s a bit hard for me to believe it. I mean, you aren’t famous as a playboy for no reason.”

  “I know, but I’m changing. I’m not the same man as I was before you. And even then, I wanted to find someone who would mean more to me than just a one-night stand. Then I saw you and you made me go crazy.” I tapped her nose. “But you already know that.”

  “Yeah, I do.” Her smile ebbed into a frown. “So, what can we do? We obviously can’t go out in public and say we’re dating. At least, not for now.”

  “Then we’ll keep it a secret,” I proposed, and she sat up, facing me.

  My gaze flickered to her exposed breasts, and for a few moments my mind trailed off the topic at hand.

  “What do you think?” I asked her in an unusually raspy voice.

  “I think that’s a solid idea. That way we don’t have to worry about anything else.”

  “Then that means that we can’t appear together in public. We won’t have any dates outside of our apartments and at work we’ll have to keep it completely professional. I know that’s maybe too much to ask—”

  “No, it’s not,” she interrupted me, smiling reassuringly at me. “I’ve never been the one to hide something, especially not something as important as a relationship, but if that’s what it takes to be with you without the consequences, I’ll do it. Let’s keep it a secret.”

  She leaned toward me and moved her finger over my shoulder and down my chest. “Although, I have to admit that it will be difficult to keep my hands to myself at work. You’re irresistible.”

  I pulled her into my embrace. Her hair was silky underneath my fingertips, her citrusy scent increasing my desire.

  Yes. It was going to be very hard because we were falling for each other and staying away felt like a torture. Hiding, sneaking around, secret phone calls… This whole situation would probably take it out of us if it continued for a long time.

  “I know. Believe me, I feel the same. Just knowing that you’re close to me but I can’t do anything to get closer to you is driving me up the wall. I want nothing more than to shout to the whole world that you’re mine, but for now we can’t. Outside, we’ll have to stay away from each other.”

  I kissed the back of her head and caressed her hip. “For now, secret meetings at our places would have to suffice.”

  “Until when?” she voiced a question that was on repeat in the back of my mind.

  “We will see how it shakes out. I can’t set a time right now.”

  Her sigh was a clear representation of her feelings. She was conflicted about this as much as I was.

  “But you can be sure that I won’t give up on you. I won’t let you go that easily. I’ll fight for us no matter what it takes.”

  “I’ll fight for us too, Merritt. I want this to work. I’m just sad that life is so unfair. Why do we have to be in a position where we have to hide our feelings?”

  I felt the same. For the first time ever, I wished I wasn’t a Senator. I wished I was just a simple man who could love her with everything he has. It sucked that I couldn’t take her out or tell anyone she was mine. Except Carter, I had to own up to it with him. Eventually.

  I kissed her forehead and looked her in the eyes, stroking her hair. “You’re right. It’s not fair, but there’s nothing we can do about it. As I said, this is all for now. We’ll see what our future has in store for us.”

  She cupped my face and grazed my lips with hers. “When I’m with you I’m not afraid of anything.”

  Her lips returned to mine and her tongue darted out to separate my lips. I opened my mouth eagerly, giving her access, and our bodies connected in a tight embrace. I pulled her onto my lap, making her straddle me, which she used to grind herself against me.

  “I guess that means that tonight’s dinner is off?”

  That reminded me… “Yes. Wait a sec.” I reached for my phone on the nightstand and dialed the restaurant’s number. All the while, Camilla ground against me with a smirk on her face. “You’re so naughty,” I said right before the person on the other side answered the call.

  “Good evening.”

  “Good evening. I’m calling to cancel the dinner reservation under Merritt Dawson at nine.”

  The woman said something, but I could hardly focus on her words when all I could think about was how good it felt to have Camilla rub her sweet pussy against me. She didn’t stop, moving faster, and I was unable to stop myself from grabbing my dick and sliding into her—right in the middle of the call.

  “Yes. That would be all. Thank you,” I said in a strangled voice and ended the call, throwing my phone to the side. “I’ll fuck you so hard because of this.” I growled and grabbed her hips, ramming into her.

  Her scream made my cock even harder, and I drove into her wildly, ready for yet another intense round.

  “Maybe we can’t go outside together, but if we’re going to spend time like this inside, I don’t mind it at all,” she said huskily.

  “I don’t mind being inside. Being inside you, to be precise.” I winked and moved us to that she was on her back and her legs were placed over my shoulders. “Over and over again.”

  14

  Camilla

  Merritt and I continued seeing each other in secrecy. Several days had passed since the night at my place when we made the decision to keep our relationship secret, but it didn’t get any easier. I was seeing him at work all the time, and it hurt almost physically not being able to cross the distance between us and show the world that we were together.

  Then there were moments when he was surrounded with secretaries or female assistants. It was as clear as day they were attracted to him, their huge, lustful eyes following him wherever he went. The rumors around the office didn’t stop, saying he was seen making out with some girl in the bar or escorting them out of his place. Merritt was quick to reassure me that they were just that—rumors—and even though I believed him, hearing all those lies wasn’t any easier.

  A couple days ago, Megan was close to discovering our secret. Merritt came to my boss’s office, passing next to our office. My eyes glued to him and followed his every step, my lips parting when he returned my stare, which caused my heart to skip a few beats.

  I hadn’t even noticed Megan staring at me instead, noticing there was something unusu
al between us.

  “Do you like him?” she asked out of the blue, taking me completely by surprise.

  “No! Of course not.” That sounded so unconvincing that it was no wonder her eyes narrowed in response. The blush on my cheeks made things even more difficult for me.

  “Right,” she replied. “And the ‘fuck me’ look you had on your face now was also just my imagination, right?”

  I gaped at her. We were close, closer than I was with my other coworkers, but not close enough for this type of conversation. We didn’t talk about men. “Megan,” I said, my voice carrying a warning. “It’s not like that at all. I highly respect Senator Dawson and his work as a congressman, but there is nothing beyond that.”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry. It just seemed that way. I guess I was wrong.”

  She didn’t push this subject anymore, but I made sure not to look at Merritt on his way out of my boss’s office. I didn’t want to attract any more unnecessary attention.

  Yesterday, I was close to blowing up our cover again. One of the assistants was talking to him in the hall when she placed her hand on his shoulder. She leaned closer to him, pretending to inspect the documents he was showing to her, but he stepped away from her before I could react and remove her hand off his shoulder.

  We’d been seeing each other at our places, but it wasn’t as often as I’d hoped for since both of us were too busy with our jobs. Merritt had had to attend dinners with other congressmen these past few days, so we hadn’t been able to meet. And each time we met, I made sure to use the backdoor exit when leaving his place, wearing a hat and sunglasses that hid me, and the same went for him. It was a annoying, but it had to be done.

  A week after we started “dating”, Merritt said he was going to make me dinner. I was pretty much excited about it because men who cooked were my weakness, especially since I was a terrible cook. So I had dressed in a white flowery dress, put on high heel pumps, and braided my hair, counting minutes until I could finally see him.