Say Yes, Senator: A Best Friend's Little Sister Political Romance Page 9

  His lips met mine the moment he opened the door. I wrapped my hands around his neck and let him pick me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He closed the door with his leg and pressed me against it, kissing me like he hadn’t done it in ages.

  “I missed you so much,” he said into my lips.

  “I missed you too. You’re one busy man, Mr. Congressman.”

  “The ‘perk’ of being a congressman,” his words were heavy with sarcasm. “It’s been three days, but it feels like so much longer.” Our mouths connected again, but this time the kiss was sweet and languid, and it filled me with euphoria.

  “When I saw you in that skirt today… You were walking down the hallway in front of me and I couldn’t stop staring at your ass.” His hand stroked my butt, coming so close to my pulsating mound. “And I wasn’t the only one doing that. I’ve noticed my colleagues gawk at you as if they haven’t seen a woman in a while.”

  I chuckled and bit his lower lip. “Maybe they actually haven’t. They are all up to their neck in work.”

  “Tell me about it.” He let me down. “I’m so busy these days that I could barely catch a few hours of sleep altogether.”

  “I’m sorry.” I rubbed his upper arm and went to my tip-toes to kiss his forehead. This explained the dark circles underneath his eyes and other visible signs of exhaustion on his face. “Try to take it easy and make sure you don’t overdo it.”

  He smirked.

  “What?”

  “I like to see you this worried.”

  I rolled my eyes at him and followed him into the kitchen. “Mmm, it smells delicious! I already know it’s going to be great.”

  He’d made pastas with various sauces and salads, which was a mouth-watering sight. My stomach rumbled in response, my legs quick to carry me to the table. Merritt was casting me an amused smile, following me with his glimmering eyes.

  “It’s not going to run away, you know?” he teased me.

  “I know, but I’m impatient.”

  He pulled the chair for me to sit and kissed me on the back of my head when I took a seat.

  “You look gorgeous,” he said into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

  “Why, thank you.”

  “You always do.” He poured us wine and sat across from me. “To many more moments like this.”

  “Cheers.”

  We clinked our glasses, never looking away from each other. I put pasta with marinara sauce into my plate, salivating at how good it all looked and smelled. I took a huge swallow.

  “Mmm.” Closing my eyes, I reveled in the rich taste. “It’s so good.”

  He didn’t say anything, and when I opened my eyes, I found him staring at me like enchanted.

  “You have no idea how sexy you look right now. As if you’re having an orgasm.”

  I winked at him. “More like a food orgasm. But now stop staring at me and eat!”

  He snorted and filled his plate with pasta with mushrooms. “Yes, boss.”

  I continued moaning as I munched, enjoying his meal too much. “This is amazing. So delicious. Your cooking skills put mine to shame.”

  “You don’t cook well?”

  “Not at all. My cooking is a disaster. Actually, it’s perfect if you want to poison someone.” He laughed loudly, shaking his head at me.

  “You don’t say.”

  “True. My mother teases me all the time, saying I’m never going to get married if I don’t learn how to cook. But I’m hopeless since whenever I try to get serious and cook something other than a plain soup, I manage to mess something up. So I gave up and accepted that it’s better for me to be as far away from the stove as possible.”

  “So how do you manage to survive? Don’t tell me, you only drink water?”

  My laughed matched his. “I usually zap ready-made dishes or go to a restaurant. These days, our cafeteria at work does the job at keeping me well-fed. How about you? You learned from your mom, right? I remember her having a book or something when you moved to town.”

  “It’s a bit more than that. My mother is a famous chef.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. She even has her own cooking show that is broadcasted on cable TV each week.”

  “Wow. That’s so cool.”

  “So it was a must for me to learn how to cook too. She kept saying that I can’t rely on my wife to cook for me and that I have to do it on my own.” He rolled his eyes. “She drilled this into me during my junior high years until I gave in to her and finally learned how to cook. That was before we moved.”

  “Sorry. It’s sounds like you didn’t like it at all.

  “Don’t be. And yes, at first I was like, this is boring, blah, blah, blah, but I grew to love it. Now it’s my favorite pastime.”

  “Cooking?”

  “Yes. I like experimenting and creating new dishes.”

  “What are your favorite dishes? Italian?”

  “Yes. I love everything about Italian cuisine. And you?”

  “I love seafood. We didn’t eat seafood much when I was a teenager since my mom is allergic to it, but as I grew older, I made sure to eat it as often as I can.”

  I took a sip of my wine before I took another bite of my pasta. “I guess I’m lucky that my mother didn’t pressure me to learn to cook. She probably didn’t want my poisoning people on her conscious.”

  “And here I was, actually planning to suggest I teach you how to cook.”

  “Thanks, but no. As much as I appreciate it, it would only be a waste of your time. Sorry.”

  He shrugged his shoulders and reached for my hand across the table. “It doesn’t matter, because I’m going to be cooking for us both, right?”

  I gasped, his words stealing the air out of my lungs. The way he worded it sounded like we were in for a long ride here, and I felt conflicted. A part of me was elated. Another part of me was scared.

  It seemed that he understood my struggle since he was quick to reassure me. “We’re making baby steps, Camilla. We won’t rush this.”

  “And what about Carter, when are you going to talk to him?” I felt like I should be the one to tell my brother the truth.

  “I need to handle it. And soon. I don’t want this to be on you, I don’t want you to hurt your relationship with your brother.”

  I tilted my head to the side, returning his smile. “You’re so sweet, you know that?”

  “Of course I am.”

  “And there it is. His huge ego.”

  “That’s not the only thing that is huge.”

  My cheeks reddened. I remembered the last time we were under the sheets. I was still amazed at his skills in bed.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “You know exactly what I’m thinking about, Merritt Dawson.”

  His devilish smile grew big. “I know. But I want to hear it.”

  I raised my eyebrow. “Oh, so you want to play that game?”

  “I’m ready for it.”

  “Are you, now?” I leaned against the table and ran my finger over the edge of my glass. I licked my lips and narrowed my gaze. “I’m thinking about you fucking me right on this table. Your fingers are deep in my pussy, and I’m so wet that I’m making a mess out of your table.”

  His gaze was instantly darkened, his lips parting as his breathing grew faster. This was working.

  “I grab your head and press it against my pussy. I’m so damn wet.” I moved my chair backward and spread my legs, bringing my hand underneath my dress and over my mound. I moaned when my fingers connected with my swollen lips over my panties, which were already wet from my juices. I threw my head backward and moaned, closing my eyes.

  “I’m grinding against your face and I’m coming so hard that you can’t take it anymore. You—”

  He interrupted me when he pulled me suddenly off the chair and into the air, bringing me to the table. He dropped me on the hard surface and smashed his lips against mine, grinding against me. He felt hot, just like my own body,
and I succumbed to our desire.

  “I guess we won’t be eating more of your delicious food.”

  “Fuck that now.” He didn’t let me reply, kissing me fervently again as his hand worked its way under my dress and undies. “I’m going to eat you.”

  Well then, I was perfectly fine with skipping dinner.

  15

  Merritt

  These last few days felt like a nightmare since I was stuck at work and couldn’t see Camilla. I was acting like a lovesick teenager because I was thinking about Camilla all the time. During meetings, sessions, important lunches and dinners with various congressmen… She was always on my mind.

  We had been texting each other, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I kept wondering where she was, what she was doing, or who she was with. Then there were those jerks at my work who just couldn’t stop ogling at her. Seriously, half of them had wives or girlfriends, so what the fuck were they doing gawking at Camilla?

  Those moments were the hardest since I couldn’t do anything to put them to their place and show them that she was mine. I couldn’t grab her, like I wanted, and kiss her right there, in the middle of the fucking hall where everyone could see us.

  Instead, I had to be satisfied with keeping a low profile and late-night calls.

  Tonight, I finally found some time to be with her, so when she appeared on my doorstep, I was overjoyed. A rush of euphoria spread through me, my body moving to meet hers before I could even process what was happening.

  I was hard during the whole dinner. As she spoke about cooking, all I could think about was removing her clothes and burying myself into her to the hilt.

  So when she started speaking about her fantasy, it was all I needed to completely lose control.

  She licked her lips. Fuck me. That was so sexy.

  “I’m thinking about you fucking me right on this table. Your fingers are deep in my pussy, and I’m so wet that I’m making a mess out of your table.”

  I can’t believe this. My cock hardened beyond limits, threatening to explode without me even touching it.

  “I grab your head and press it against my pussy. I’m so damn wet.” She moved her chair backward and pulled her legs apart. Holy fuck. She was touching herself.

  My mouth turned dry as I looked at her. She started moaning, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I jumped to my feet.

  “I’m grinding against your face and I’m coming so hard that you can’t take it anymore. You—”

  I pulled her to her feet and picked her up. I brought her to the table and kissed her, mad with desire.

  “I guess we won’t be eating more of your delicious food.”

  I couldn’t care less about that. “Fuck that now.” I continued kissing her, moving my hand underneath her dress. I found the edge of her panties and pulled it aside, wanting nothing more than to have her come underneath my fingers, mouth, and then, with my cock inside of her.

  “I’m going to eat you.”

  She was soaking wet. I thrust two digits into her warm hole and pushed the straps of her dress to the side so I could reach her tits. I unclasped her bra on the front and kneaded her breast, pressing my lips against the spot beneath her ear. Her hands clutched my shoulders and pulled me closer to her, her hips moving to meet my fingers.

  The possessive side of me wanted me to be the best for her in any aspect. I wanted to ruin her so that she wouldn’t be able to forget about me when she was with other men.

  Not that I wanted her to be with others in the future because just the thought itself created an ugly jealousy that grew stronger the more I thought about losing her.

  Her wet walls closed in around my fingers too tightly, inviting me to enter her even deeper. I focused on her G-spot, rubbing it for the maximum pleasure. Her moans turned louder and more frequent, her cheeks rosy, and for a moment, I stared mesmerized at her face. She had no idea how good she looked when she was like this.

  Just like in her fantasy a few minutes ago, she was making a mess out of my table now. Being out of her pussy now felt like a pure torture.

  “Yes. Like that. Ah! I’m coming! I’m—” A scream tore from her lips, her whole body convulsing, and I leaned away to observe her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she bit into her lips, her eyebrows scrunched together in the most erotic image of ecstasy.

  I wrapped my fingers around my cock and pumped it over my pants, willing myself to stay put. I wasn’t done pleasuring her, so I would have to be patient a bit more.

  “I’m not done playing with you,” I said when her shuddering stopped, and her gaze met mine, continuing her fantasy, and placed my hands on her thighs to keep them separated.

  My head in between her thighs, I slid my tongue over her swollen folds and clit, picking up her sweet nectar.

  “Damn. Your taste is amazing. I can never get enough of you.”

  She brought her hands to my head and left them there, pressing me against her sensitive flesh. Her scent was intoxicating. I pushed my tongue around her clit and down her vulva before I probed her entrance with the tip of my tongue.

  “Ah, yes…” Her fingers dug in the back of my head, keeping me in place as I fucked her with my tongue. She was growing more restless by minute. “You’re so good… If you keep doing that, I’m going to come again… Yes.”

  I returned her fiery gaze. “This is nothing. You have no idea what I am going to do to you tonight.”

  She bit into her lower lip, her eyes glazing in response to my promise. I returned to her clit and sucked it into my mouth, inserting two fingers into her tight pussy, and moved faster. I could sense her build-up, her body tensing as it approached her next orgasm, and I added another finger into her.

  A few quick thrusts later, she was coming all over my face, my name a scream upon her lips. In seconds, I got rid of my pants and boxers and positioned myself in between her legs, helping her get rid of her dress before I wrapped her legs around my waist.

  “Ah, fuck, you feel amazing,” I growled when I finally plunged into her.

  “Merritt, yes…”

  Our lips met and our tongues clashed against each other. I was boiling from the inside, her kiss throwing me into a frenzy, and I rammed into her wildly. The table creaked beneath us, the loud sounds of our bodies smashing together blending with our guttural groans. I pulled her closer to the edge and leaned toward her, entering her at a deeper angle, and continued pounding her like possessed.

  Unable to keep up much longer, I increased my speed, letting out a string of expletives. When I finally reached my climax, I pulled out of her and moved so that my cock was right in front of her breasts. With a groan, I started ejaculating, covering her gorgeous tits with my sticky, warm seed, feeling like I was on the top of the world.

  Leaving our dinner unfinished, we went to take a shower. I took my time soaping her, paying extra attention to her intimate parts. The more time I spent with her, the crazier I was about her, and I wished I had all the time of this world to make love to her.

  At the moment, these fleeting meetings would have to be enough.

  I took her to my bedroom and made her sit on the chair.

  “What are you doing?” she asked me with a grin on her face.

  “Making things more interesting,” I replied mysteriously and went to my closet.

  I picked up my duffel bag with sex toys and put it next to the chair.

  “I’m going to blindfold you first.”

  I pulled a blindfold out of the bag and covered her eyes. I didn’t miss the opportunity to run my hands over her naked body, smirking when I saw a shiver pass through her. She was already breathing more quickly.

  “Now that you aren’t able to see anything, you’re going to feel everything.”

  I picked up a bullet vibrator next, but I didn’t use it right away. I went down to my knees in front of her and started kissing her neck, going ever so slowly.

  “Oh God...” She moved her neck to the side, her hands reaching out to grab my shoulde
rs.

  “No. Don’t touch me. You can’t touch me now,” I ordered. “If you don’t obey me, I’ll tie your hands together.”

  “Yes.” She returned her hands to her sides, a low moan escaping her lips.

  I lowered my hand over her chest and stomach, moving it in circles on my way to her mound. But instead of covering it, my hand got around it and continued to her thighs that were now wide open.

  “Merritt!” she complained. “Touch me.”

  “Not so fast.”

  I ran my hand up and down her thighs, always coming too close to her pussy but never actually touching it. I smiled when I saw juices overflowing out of her glistening pussy.

  “You need to beg me first.”

  “Please, Merritt, please. Touch me.” She moved her hand to catch mine, but I pushed it away.

  “I already told you not to touch me, but you aren’t listening. If you disobey me one more time, I won’t touch you at all.” A shudder rocked her body, her breaths coming out even more quickly. She liked this. She liked being under my control.

  I wrapped my mouth over her nipple and tugged at it once, twice. I saw her fist her hands in order not to touch me, and the sight brought a smile to my face. I did the same thing to her other nipple, torturing her slowly.

  “How does this feel?”

  “So good… But please, do something…”

  “Like what? You have to tell me precisely what you want, Cami.”

  “I want your fingers on my pussy. I want you to rub me.”

  “Only fingers? How about this?”

  I turned on the vibrator and put it directly on her clit.

  “Merritt!” She screamed, jerking up from the chair, but I pushed her back down.

  “Don’t move if you want me to continue this.”

  I moved the vibrator over her clit and vulva, bringing my mouth back to her left nipple.

  “Jesus. That feels amazing.” She started writhing, and I removed the vibrator from her pussy. “What? Why did you do that?”

  “I told you not to move, but you disobeyed me.”

  “I’m sorry. Please. Bring it back. I won’t move anymore. I promise.”

  “Too late for that, sweetheart.”