Ambition: A Dark Billionaire Romance Anthology (27 page)

"Flawless," he whispered to himself, almost too low for me to hear as he looked at me. Lowering his head, he kissed my right nipple, sucking it between his teeth and rolling it around with his tongue. I was in pure heaven as he stroked and sucked, his hand not letting my other breast feel neglected at all. His right knee shifted, demanding access between my legs and I submitted, the strong muscles of his thigh pressing against my mound as he nibbled and sucked.

I'd told him he could come quickly, and here I was, not even nude yet and fully ready to explode. "Patrick, you're going to....."

"Not yet," he said, pulling his lips away. "I'm not ready for you to come yet."

There was a tone of command in his voice, not harsh, but undeniable. He wasn't going to tease me, or deny me. Instead, his command was for my benefit I could tell, and he wanted to bring me to a climax that would make me see stars. It was a loving command, not a greedy one. I took a deep shaky breath and nodded. "Yes.... sir."

"Maybe another time we can explore that more," he replied, looking me up and down. "But never Master. I'm not your Master, Tabby."

"No, not Master, but my husband... that you will be," I said, running my fingers over his face, tracing the contours of the face I loved so much. "I promise you my heart and soul."

"You have mine already," he answered, kissing my left breast over my heart, claiming it for his own.

With a raised eyebrow, he asked his question and I answered it, nodding and pushing down as I spread my legs more. Patrick paused once in a silly display of humor as he tickled my bellybutton with his tongue until I was nearly out of control, giggling and trying to roll away from him before he kissed me lower, finding my panties. “Mmm….very nice."

"I feel sexy in them, when you're around," I replied.

"Then wear them as often as you want," he said, rolling them down my hips. I'd carefully trimmed the hair that I had, leaving just a light patch of my natural red, darker than my colored flame red, more of a rich auburn. "I do have one request though."

"What's that?" I asked, shivering when he touched and circled my lower stomach. "You want me to change down here?" I'd had some laser treatments, so the hair was fine and not too thick at all, but I'd never taken it all the way to bald, except through waxes or razors. However, I thought Patrick would like the color, so I had kept it. I was worried, until he shook his head and smiled.

"No, I love it. It's beautiful. Actually, I was hoping for our wedding, you could maybe have your natural red up top too? It's such a beautiful auburn, like burning coals, embers of passion and love. I dream of it."

"Then we can let it grow out, or something like that," I said, not really knowing. I'd need to make a hair appointment, but if Patrick asked me to be bowling ball bald, I'd have gotten a razor two minutes later.

"Thank you," he replied, lowering his mouth. Just before he made contact, he looked up at me. "And you can come any time you want now."

"Yes sir," I grinned in reply, my words drawing out when he kissed my lower lips. With feather light caresses of his lips against mine, he teased me open, cupping my ass when my hips lifted up, needy and demanding, wanting his tongue to reach deeper, fulfilling my dreams.

The first time we'd make love, I had marveled when Patrick licked me to an intense orgasm. This time though, I was blown away as I watched him stroke and lick my soft folds before teasing my clit and alternating between licking my pussy and higher. I grabbed his hair, pulling hard as my first orgasm ripped through me, but still he didn't stop. Knowing I was multi-orgasmic, he kept up his loving oral assault, his tongue lashing my clit over and over, broad strokes followed by rapid strumming with the tip. I was soon on the edge of another orgasm, when my eyes caught sight of something I wanted even more. His cock was barely visible when he adjusted himself on his knees from my angle, but I could see it was already hard and ready. "Patrick, stop."

"What?" he asked, looking up at me with worry in his face. "Did I go too fast?"

"No, but I need something," I said. I lifted my leg up over his head and got on my hands and knees, my ass pointed at him. "I need you inside me.”

I felt a moment of worry as his strong hands grabbed my waist, and his thick cock pushed inside me. Nothing was as good as feeling his warm, hard cock spearing me open, filling me up and making me his. He was huge, masculine, and powerful, maybe even more so than last time.

Throwing my hair back, I moaned when he wrapped it in his right hand, his cock pulling out to thrust hard inside me again, driving me face first into the mattress. He pulled back and pushed, his hand never yanking on my hair but at the same time letting me know who was in control, and I lowered my face, putting my hands behind my back for him to take me if he wanted. He held my wrists in one hand as his hips pounded into me, hard and fast, my body quaking with every powerful stroke of his amazing cock. I didn't hold back, letting my voice cry out whenever I needed, until I lost all sense of where I was or even who I was. All I knew was that it was pure pleasure, and that Patrick's cock was the instrument of my deliverance. He filled me over and over, my body, heart and soul, until I screamed, burying my face in the mattress. In the throes of my climax I could hear him bellow again, and the warm feeling of his come flooding my inside followed. I blanked out for a moment, coming to later to find him holding me from behind, his cock still nestled inside me.

"Don't tell me you're done yet?" I teased him as he panted lightly in my ear.

"Don't worry about that,
my wife
," he replied, his last two words filling me with newfound energy and emotion. "Just let me get my breath, we still have hours until morning."

T
he New Year's
holidays was capped off by me and Tabby going back to the jewelers she'd gotten my ring from for its partner in her size, this time in black and ruby to match her hair. We'd toasted the New Year in with all four of us enjoying the scenery from the front steps, along with five snowmen that a New Year's Eve storm had allowed Mark, Tabby and myself to build quickly, working together in the fading light to get one for every member of our family. We'd decorated all of them with something to denote who the each was supposed to be, with the cutest being Andrea's little snow girl decorated with a blanket and a pacifier in place of a mouth. It was the perfect end to a perfect vacation.

Coming into work on the fifth of January, I surprised Gwen when I came in chipper and smiling. "Morning boss," she said. "How was your vacation?"

She saw the ring on my left hand and smiled. "I see."

I glanced down, feeling my face flush, partially with happiness and partially with embarrassment. "Yeah, political scandal of the new year already. City council member gets engaged to ultra-hot company president. Think we can get our political consultant in on it?"

"You still haven't hired one," Gwen reminded me. "You told me you'd do that after the holidays."

I slapped my forehead, wincing somewhat when my ring bounced off my skin. I had to remember about that from now on. "Oh yeah. Okay, well, first things first, we've got a council meeting tonight. You think we still have the votes on the Union issue?" I asked, heading towards my office door. "Give me a head count."

"You've still got the votes on the Council, including Northrup's, last I knew. Is Mayor Joe still on board?"

I nodded. "Pretty sure about it, but I'll confirm it this afternoon. Any last minute advice?"

Gwen chuckled and nodded. "Make sure your car and house insurance is paid up. Although if you’re engaged, I guess you won't have to worry about that. I'd heard you two moved in together, but that's pretty awesome. Congratulations."

"Thanks, Gwen. Let me get some work done before the political-horse trading begins," I said, opening my office door.

"That is your job," Gwen shot after me as my door closed. She was right, and after the conversation I'd had with Mark on Christmas day, I was more than ready to get right to it.

By the time my lunch meeting with the Mayor came around, the black and green ring on my finger was the talk of the entire building. I'd even had two of my political opponents, Dennis Fernandez and Maxine Carter, drop by. "Hey, just wanted to say congratulations," Dennis told me as he stuck his head in the door. "We might not agree on anything else, but you've got yourself one beautiful fiancée."

Dennis was a Tea Party Republican, and in a lot of issues he was pretty repugnant. The only thing he and I agreed on was that corruption was one of the most important issues facing the city. Unfortunately he disagreed with me on how to go about it, favoring a slash n' burn mantra while preaching about the common good of the regular citizens. Perhaps he was right, for certain parts of the city. Dennis represented the area next to the Heights, another pretty affluent area. Maybe there, where the average income started in the high five figures and rocketed up into the six figures quickly, and children could play in the streets or the playgrounds all the time without their parents worrying themselves sick, maybe those people were more honest.

I'd grown up on the other side of town however, where the average man had a criminal's boot on his neck and an exploitative boss's fist up his ass. I came from where getting home safely at night meant being meaner than an alley cat, and where the
Golden Rule
was modified into "fuck them before they fuck you."

Then again, perhaps Dennis wasn't as high and mighty as he seemed. After all, he was taking sides against me on this Union issue, and if there was one thing Republicans were supposed to agree with me on, it was being anti-Union. Roberta and Jack, the other two votes I had besides Shawn Northrup's, were both Republicans.

But Dennis was trying to at least be civil. "Thanks, Dennis. Hey, you got a minute?"

"Sure," he said, coming in and closing the door behind him. "If you're going to try and get me to change my vote tonight, you're wasting your breath though.”

"No, I figured that much," I said as he took a seat. I shivered, and wished I had been wearing my thermal tops. It was true, the City Council offices were cold as all hell, and being the junior most, I got the crappiest office. I reminded myself to get two electric space heaters, one for me and one for Gwen, before one of us got frostbite. "I just wanted to ask you, if you don't mind, why? I mean, you of all people should be as anti-Union as they get. Yet you're opposing me on this. Come to think of it, since I won the election you've been against me. I swear Dennis, if I say the sky is blue, you're going to oppose me until the sun sets and you can declare the sky is red. What's up?"

Dennis shrugged, and thought about it. "Want the truth?"

"Why not? I doubt I could do much with it anyway if you’re offering it to me." I leaned back in my office chair, waiting for Dennis to speak. Finally he chuckled, as if he made an internal decision.

"Pretty simple really. Joe's going to be gone at the end of his term. This city, well, it's ran pretty blue for the past generation or so. Most bigger cities are. I intend to change that. I plan on tossing my hat into the ring come election time."

"Then why not side with me?" I countered. "Being seen as pro-Union can't be winning you any favors in the party primary. Hell, the State Repubs have got to be sweating your ass about it even."

Dennis nodded. "They are. But, I have it very well planned out. You see, my appeal will pick up the Republicans without a problem. Roberta and Jack, they're happy where they are, they don't want the big chair. I'm sure I can win the primary even if someone else throws their name in. But, come election time, I'm going to be facing a Democrat, one that has traditionally counted on Union votes. They've put more than one Dem in office around here for quite a few decades. But, the Dems have a big problem right now. They've got no superstar to replace Joe. Shawn's got troubles of his own, and Maxine's never going to win enough of the Heights vote to carry the city. That leaves you, maybe."

I think I play poker pretty well, and my face was impassive. "So?"

"So, you're an independent that might get the Dem nomination if you go that way, but can easily get onto the main ballot just as you are. You have the sort of appeal that will take some of my Heights voters, especially with your association with MJT and Tabby Williams. Pro-business, but at the same time you've come from The Playground, so you're going to get a big chunk of their votes and the Filmore votes as well. My best chance is to not only position myself to counter you, but to make sure that all those Union voters out there know that you were the guy who fucked them, while I was the guy sticking up for them."

"Even though they're as corrupt as anything you rail against?"

Dennis nodded. “Sometimes you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do."

I shook my head. "I understand. All right Dennis, thanks for the honesty. I'll see you tonight. In the meantime, I have to have a meeting with Mayor Joe."

I
n the end
, the vote on the measure itself was anti-climatic. While there was some debate, the fact was everyone had their positions set well in stone beforehand. Francine Berkowitz even made an appearance at the meeting, giving us an impassioned plea for a good fifteen minutes before sitting down and glaring at me. If looks could kill, I'd have been dead and buried before we even had the vote.

It fell just like I had predicted, five to four with the motion carrying. A few of the other motions that were brought up were in fact more contentious, but those fell into the normal system of Republican and Democrat.

As the meeting wore on, I realized that while I may have been the most junior member of the council, I was in a unique position. For the most part, the people who belonged to one party or another tended to be very party line, if for no other reason than as I mentioned to Dennis earlier in the day, to survive the primary season that was upcoming soon. I was an undeclared independent however, on a divided council. More often than not I was the swing vote, sometimes siding with one side, sometimes with the other. I pondered as the meeting wore on if there was a way I could use that position without endangering my conscience. To get some of the big issues I felt were important voted on, I'd have to do politicking. But to get a big vote, I'd have to give a big vote too, or at least a big vote in the eyes of the other person.

I didn't think I could get dirt on each and every member of the council. Maxine Carter was overwhelmingly boring, and although we didn't always agree on political issues, she wasn't a bad person. She had gotten her seat after her first husband died in a plane crash, and had sat on the council for going on twenty five years, happily representing the most liberal area of the city, centered around the arts and university district. She looked like everyone's hippie aunt, or maybe a young grandmother who'd spent a bit too much time in her teen years following the Grateful Dead around.

Jack Park was also clean, a moderate Republican who'd started off in the banking world before running for city council. Big business to the core, he lived in the Financial District, and had in fact been Mark's former councilman when he was Mark Snow living near the Park. While I was happy to have his vote on the Union issue, he and I tended to oppose each other on a regular basis. But Mark had investigated him long ago, the man was as clean as a whistle, with his greatest crime being he spent far too much time out at the Airport Country Club working on his golf game rather than doing his job. He had enough money and enough security that he didn't need to be dirty, and he was comfortable with the business voters who lived around the Financial District.

As I went back to my office after the meeting to drop off the papers I'd gathered, thoughts kept swirling in my head. The only two people I had real leverage on was Dennis Fernandez and Shawn Northrup. Dennis I could predict to try and stymie me at any turn, he'd made that clear enough already. While he might have put it in polite terms, he could have been slavering and growling earlier in my office. Shawn, I wasn't sure about. I could depend on my dirt on him to continue to possibly have some influence, but with Melinda Pressman's death, there wasn't as much influence as before. An affair with a woman who was now dead and a young looking but still over eighteen teenage girl wasn't quite as powerful as an actual living affair.

I was slightly surprised when Francine Berkowitz was waiting for me in my office, Gwen sitting at her desk with a frustrated look on her face. I could tell she wasn't happy Francine was there, but couldn't do anything about it. "Ms. Berkowitz, it's late. Think it can wait until morning?"

Francine smiled at me, a predatory smile that I knew from my time in The Playground. "Oh, I only needed a moment, Mr. McCaffery," she said, walking towards me. "Trust me when I say this. Your days in office are numbered. You've got just over a year before the next election, and mark my words, it will be your last. By this time next year, you're going to be looking for a new job slinging beers again."

She didn't wait for me to reply but stormed out, slamming the door to my office behind her. Gwen watched her go, then started laughing. I turned and looked at my assistant, perplexed. "What's so funny?"

"You're engaged to Tabby Williams," Gwen reminded me. "I doubt you're ever going to need a job slinging beers again. Unless she wants to put you to work doing that, of course."