stretched out on the mattress below him as he unzipped his pants and toed off his shoes. His gaze settled on her naked breasts, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. There it was, the sure sign that his erection was slowly coming on. For all the time he spent in the gym honing his body, the senator did need the little blue pills and plenty of visual stimulation on her part.
Her nipples tightened. She needed stimulation, too.
The mattress shifted as he came down on the bed with her, and his mouth went straight to her breast. Once he got it up, Samuel moved fast. The lash of his tongue was strong and wet, and her nipple poked up further. Heat radiated from her breast down to her core, and she felt her body warming up well. She raked her hands down her lover’s back, letting her nails score his skin lightly. His teeth nipped at her, and her back arched.
‘Oh, my dar—’
She pulled him up for another hot kiss. Rolling them onto their sides, she flung a leg over his hip and ground against him suggestively. He kicked the covers down the bed, and his pillow smacked against the floor.
His mouth wasn’t as good when it came to kissing, but she could make do. She boldly stroked her tongue across his and his fingers sank deep into her bare bottom.
‘Ooo,’ she cooed. The hold was tight, and her hips rolled forward. He was breathing harder as his erection bumped against her. He wasn’t hard yet.
‘So greedy,’ he murmured into her ear.
Not greedy. She was trying to help him along. It was her job, after all. She was his escort. They had a contract that said she’d do exactly what she was doing, and in return, she’d be compensated nicely.
And there was a nice little tech stock she had her eye on…
She deliberately slid her hand down his chest and along his stomach. He didn’t have a six-pack, but his belly was flat. He also had a very sensitive belly button. She dipped her finger into the indentation and felt him jerk. His erection bumped up against her, nice and stiff, and she smiled at him.
Thank goodness it wasn’t going to be too much work tonight.
He rolled her onto her back as he reached for the nightstand. There was the sound of foil tearing, and he shifted against her as he readied himself. Genieve parted her legs as he stroked his hands up her inner thighs. His gaze went to her breasts as she played with them, plumping them up and pinching at her nipples, but the foreplay wasn’t for him. For as serviceable as the senator was at the warm-up, the actual act of screwing was his downfall.
The man had no swing.
His mouth came down on hers, and she closed her eyes when she felt him start to push into her. He wasn’t too big, nor was he small…she just needed help when it came to this part. Automatically, she began mentally sorting through potential partners: Ryan Reynolds, Theo James, her pal tennis player Salvatore Paul…To her consternation, her brain went directly to a man she didn’t even particularly like.
But he did the trick for her, in a major way.
She creamed hard as the senator ground into her with an uneven stroke. Her neck arched as Samuel’s mouth once again settled on her breast. Her nipple bloomed under the strong tugs, but as her fingers wove through his silver hair, it was a dark-haired man whose weight pressed her into the mattress.
‘Ahhh,’ she panted.
Her heels dug into the bed as she accepted uneven, wimpy thrusts. They didn’t matter. In her mind, they were long and hard. Hot breaths hit her neck as their stomachs rubbed together. The body against hers was young and vital, full of hunger and an overwhelming, driving need to fuck.
‘Oh!’ she gasped. ‘Oh, God. Yes.’
She felt a strong, confident hand at her breast, and her nipple poked against a warm palm. She wiggled lower under her lover, trying to get his thrusts to hit where she needed them most. Her fingers dug into a muscled ass, and she felt him buck into her.
‘My God, Genieve!’
‘Br—’ She recognised the voice just in time. ‘Bring it,’ she panted.
The fantasy had been broken, but she was nearly there. Samuel was thrusting into her eagerly now, and she encouraged him by rubbing the spot at the base of his spine. His neck reared back at the caress, the tendons in his throat stretching.
His thrusts began hitching, and Genieve closed her eyes to try to sink back into the fantasy. She pictured dark hair and a hard body. Blue eyes tending to violet and a mouth that never smiled.
She nearly had him back when she heard a clicking sound that wasn’t the air conditioner. The man in her head disappeared as she rolled her head on the pillow towards the door. Was that something out in the front room of the suite?
‘Samuel,’ she said.
He didn’t hear the warning in her voice.
She heard it again, only this time it sounded more like voices. Was it the people in the suite next door? The television upstairs?
She lifted herself up onto her elbows as Samuel pumped into her frenetically down below. His thrusts were jagged and too shallow, but he wasn’t too far gone to understand when she pushed at his shoulders.
‘Samuel!’
There was light shining under the bedroom door that wasn’t from the moon. It was from the seating area of the suite, one that nobody should be in.
Someone was in their hotel room.
Before either of them could react there was a crash and suddenly strangers burst into the bedroom. The door bounced off the wall and back into the intruders.
‘Ow.’
‘Damn it!’
They were momentarily stunned, but they didn’t stop. Two men pushed their way inside. A light glared across the room, and it was blinding after the darkness. Genieve’s heart nearly leaped from her chest, and a scream raked through her throat. The cry was loud enough that the spotlight on her bounced and the headboard in the next room banged against the wall.
‘Holy shit, are you getting this, Lance? He’s doing her. He’s doing her right now.’
‘I got it. I got it. Senator Gunderson, this is TMI News.’
News? They were being filmed? Oh, dear God.
Genieve scrambled away from Samuel and their bodies disconnected. She yanked the covers over herself and turned her face away. Panic rose inside her as she felt the man with the camera step closer.
‘We received information that you were here with a prostitute. What do you have to say to that, Senator? What’s her name? Where did you pick her up?’
Genieve’s stomach turned. Oh, God. No. This couldn’t be happening. She lifted the blanket higher over her head and scrunched down further.
‘Senator? Do you have any comments?’
Her mind raced. What could she do? She was trapped. Her lungs worked hard as she stared at Samuel. He’d scrambled off the bed and was hiding between it and the wall. The two intruders moved further into the room, their tiny camera with the bright light glowing.
‘What do you have to say to your constituents, Gunderson? They voted you into office to do good, not whores.’
Genieve flinched, but her gaze landed on the nightstand. She grabbed the clock off the table and hurled it across the room. One of the reporters let out a squeal when it hit.
‘Hey, that hurt.’
She was already looking for more ammo, but she found the phone instead. She jabbed at the 0 button and begged for help when the main desk answered.
‘Do you think you’ll stand a chance at re-election now that everyone sees what you truly stand for, Gunderson?’ one reporter asked.
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