Loving the Candidate (Capitol Affairs #2) (7 page)

“So perfect. Jesus, what you do to me is sick. Don’t move, baby. You’re right the way I want you.”

He slid down the bed, leaving feathery kisses all over me, brushing my hot skin with his mouth. I rose when his tongue moved over my ass. I needed him inside me.

“You like this? Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes, please.” I lifted my hips, gripping the sheets.

“Not yet. Are you wet and throbbing, Prudence?” Two wet fingers penetrated me deliciously slow before I answered.

“Yes.” The air rushed out of me. His thumb danced across my clit, which was swollen and pulsing for his touch.

“I thought about your wet cunt all day.” He kissed my thighs and ass while he teased me with his fingers. His tongue traced the line he made with his kisses. His fingers slipped deeper inside me with each stroke.

“Alex, please,” I begged.

“Spread your legs, baby, as far as you can.”

I held onto the sheets not knowing what to expect. His body t lay between my legs, and his hair tickled my inner thighs. My body was so awake from the heavenly torture; I felt flushed. His lips trailed up and down my spine to the crack of my ass, licking me, working his tongue to my wet cunt. Nestling between my legs, he moaned and rubbed his stubble along my skin, the way he knew I loved. His tongue, so wet and soft, sent my body into a heated frenzy of desire. The leathery scent of his cologne made it worse. Lips brushed my neck and my ear.

Stay on your stomach.” He held me down as I tried to move. “I hope you’re prepared for a long night with me. I’m going to lick and play with you until you come, over and over. You are the only one who can satisfy me, the only one I want, and I’m not stopping until I prove that.”

My mouth went dry, and my clit pulsated against the palm of his hand. It was too intense.

“I’m going to make you feel so good. I love you.”

I held onto the pillow as I waited for him to work his way down my body. Slower, softer, and wetter, his tongue retraced the still burning trail he had left behind.

“My Prudence. Nothing will ever compare to you.”

“Alex.” I moaned into my pillow.

“I know, baby. I need you to lift up your perfect ass for me.”

His dirty talk, along with his tongue, left my clit sore with need. Moans vibrated against me, making it even more intense. If I moved I would come, and I didn’t want to come yet. This seduction needed to last a little longer. For some reason, he was home, and I wanted to enjoy every single second of it. His head went between my legs, and he pushed me down onto his full, wet mouth. If I had thought I was dreaming, I woke up completely. He took his tongue and circled my clit in a figure eight until my legs shook. His fingers were inside my cunt and my ass, his favorite new place. I cried out before I came the first time, trying to prolong it as tears filled my eyes.

“Alex.”

“Let it go, baby.” He stopped for a second and started up again. I tried not to put my weight on him, but he pushed me down on his face. He wanted his face inside me. I wanted him inside me.

“Not yet,” he whispered. He kept me pushed down on him. An orgasm took over my body. I screamed into the pillow. The wave of utter ecstasy traveled down me, pulsating in my veins, in my whole being. I started to lift off his face. I needed his cock inside me.

“Alex I want you. I want you inside me.” Tears streamed down my face.

“Soon, relax. I want to give you an Australian kiss.” His hands reached up and caressed my butt and hips as he thrust his tongue into me. His tongue touched my clit, dancing over it. The powerful ache built inside me. I listened to him moaning and kissing my aching cunt. His thumb grazed my wetness, and he slid it in my ass. He pressed two fingers inside me.

“Come, baby. The tip of my cock is wet, and begging to be in you. Come for your Alex and make my face wetter.”

He pushed his face deeper against me. I came hard and long, rocking back and forth on him. I grabbed onto the headboard. The wave of an orgasm took over my soul as I arched my back and threw my head back. The whole room spun. Finally, he took his head out from between my legs and I collapsed on the bed.

“You taste like candy. I need to be inside you. I can’t be away from you for so long. Do you want to feel me deep inside you, Prudence? His thick cock rested between the crack of my ass, teasing me.

“Alex, yes. I want to be on top of you.” I wanted to sheathe him and to take all of him into me. To look down at his beautiful face and let him see what he did to me. The fire lit up the room enough for me to see his perfect body and gorgeous face. Straddling him, I pulled his cock upright and lowered myself onto him, enjoying every inch of his velvety thickness until all of him was buried deep inside me. His eyes were closed, and his head burrowed into the pillows as his hands went to my hard nipples. He caressed them with his palms.

“Oh fuck, Prudence. You’re so wet and tight. You’re throbbing. Is this what I do to you?” He squeezed my breasts, rubbing his fingertips over my nipples.

“This is what you do to me, Alex. This is what you do to me all the time.” I reached behind me and cupped his balls. He was so close. I knew how his cock responded and when it was ready. He lifted his hips, forcing himself deeper into me. His eyes were dark and intense.

“Do you love me, Prudence?” He sounded raspy and strained.

“I love you more than anything.”

“I can’t hold out any longer. I’m going to … Oh, fuck. Oh, God.” He came hard, pushing deeper and filling me, his gaze never leaving mine.

I was inside his soul as I watched him come. I was lost in him; I didn’t know what part of me was me, and what was him. We couldn’t be any closer than we were. He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my face down to him. He kissed me long and soft. Over and over, he pumped me, filling me with him. He was right; it was a long night. When I didn’t think he could get hard, he took me two more times. Each time was more wonderful than the last.

“Why are you here?” I finally asked. I lay across his chest and enjoyed being in his arms.

“I missed you. I needed you,” he whispered.

“By the way, what is an Australian kiss? You mentioned you were giving me one.” I looked up at him.

“That, my Prudence, is a French kiss, but down under. Did you like it?” He smiled.

“I would say yes. I left my body when I came. Where did you learn how to do that, dare I ask?”

“I forgot about it. You make me forget about a lot of things. Your pussy was made for Australian kisses, and I plan on giving you a lot more of them.”

The next morning we said goodbye. But first, he stalled and lingered around the house. For a man who follows his schedule to the letter, he made every excuse to stay home. He took a plane back to Denver where they were campaigning, and I would see him in Atlanta in a couple of days.

What had made him take his private jet home to be with me for a few hours? I would not find out until months later.

Chapter 6

Thomas hounded me all week to go out with him. He said I needed to let loose a little and enjoy life. I was apprehensive, but I needed to take my mind off my family’s past and how much I missed Alex. After I reluctantly agreed, we took a limo to the hip part of town. The beat of the latest Lady Gaga song pounded in my chest when I walked into the new gay club. I was dressed nothing like a senator’s wife. Thomas had picked out a pair of tight ripped jeans, sky-high Louboutins, and a shredded Madonna t-shirt for me. He also had done my hair like a pinup girl.

Knobber Jobbers was a club specializing in male pole dancing. Thomas was practically giddy when we walked into what looked like an old warehouse. A large muscular man in assless chaps, a cowboy hat, and boots carded me, singing every word of the song. He was evidently popular with all the guys, and winked at me when he handed back my driver’s license. Stripper poles lined the dance floor by the tables. Bright pink and green lights flashed around us. Well-oiled muscular men danced on the stripper poles dressed in nothing but thongs. They were attractive men, my age and younger. Handing me a fluorescent pink drink with a penis straw, Thomas pulled me on the dance floor.

I hadn’t been out with Thomas since becoming serious with Alex. It was a well deserved, “girls’ night out” and I intended to have fun. The lights and music were like a dream, along with the constant stream of drinks. Someone handed me one after the other, each one stronger than the next. We danced the night away, and I was drunk by the end of the evening. I had no memory of getting home, or what happened when we walked out the door.

I woke up the next morning to find Veena in my bed. She had a key, and when Alex wasn’t home, she liked to pop over. I had no problem with it, but I was surprised she was there so early. I looked down at my bra and underwear and noticed through my one open eye that my clothes were strewn across the floor. My head pounded, and I didn’t remember how long Thomas had stayed or when we had gotten home. Thank God, Thomas insisted on a limo or we may not have made it home.

“Hey sweet cheeks,” she said as I rolled over, facing her.

“What are you doing here?” I moaned.

“Yes, I took my shoes off and even let Beckett out for you. How wonderful am I?”

“You are a prize. Again, what are you doing here? ” I sat up and she handed me a cup of coffee. My head felt like it was in a vise. My eyes hurt, and my body ached like I had been in a fistfight.

“I made you one of those around the world coffees you like. This is a dark Italian. You look like shit and you may be in for some big trouble. You’re all over YouTube, Instagram and Twitter. Oh wait, and there’s a Vine of you.”

“What’re you talking about? What’s a Vine?”

“Sweetie, someone recorded you dancing with Thomas last night. I hate to break this to you, but it’s all over everything. Here, listen to this, ‘Senator Conrad’s wife drunk at a gay bar.’ ‘Senator Conrad’s young wife, sowing her wild oats.’ Listen to this one, it’s kind of funny, ‘Dear Prudence, boy did you come out to play.’ Ha. Seriously, Prude, it’s everywhere and we’d better do something fast. Alex already knows, because I looked at your cell phone, he’s called fifty times. He had me come over here right away. He said he’s flying home sometime today, and he sounded pissed, Prude. You’d better call him.” What the hell was happening?

“What are you talking about? I remember someone taking my picture and nothing else. How did they take a video of me without me noticing?”

“It’s easy, Prude. Everyone can record a video with their phones and upload it in seconds. You’re hot in it. I love your moves. I didn’t know you danced like a stripper. You must have gotten those moves from your mom.”

Ignoring her comment about my mom, I put my coffee down and reached for my phone. Not knowing what I had done started to hit me hard. Before I called Alex, I wanted to see the video for myself. “Let me have my phone. How do I find this video?” She had to be making too much out of it.

“Google Prudence Conrad and it’s the first item that comes up.”

She had to be kidding, right?

Thumping techno music blared from the phone. A six-second video of me grinding my ass against Thomas as he grabbed my hips glared at me from the screen. A penis straw hung from my lips while liquor sloshed from my cup before I stumbled off-camera. That wasn’t how a senator’s wife should behave, especially not in public. That wasn’t me; I didn’t dress like that, didn’t dance like that. How would I explain this to Alex?

“Holy shit. This will ruin him, Veena. How could I do something like this two days before his speech? I’m so stupid.”

“I highly doubt it will ruin him. I’m sure his crew of men, especially Mark, is working on something. What was Thomas thinking, letting you get that drunk? He should’ve known better. If I had been with you, none of this would have happened.”

“He looks as wasted as me. I can’t believe I let this to happen. Has Beulah called?” I asked, letting the video play on a loop.

“Let me see your phone.”

I handed Veena my phone and covered my eyes with my arm. The familiar feeling of panic set in. Alex would be home any time now. There was no hiding from the shame and humiliation.

“Yep, she called about ten times in between Alex’s calls. Oh, boy. Prudence, this is a real shitstorm. We’d better do some quick thinking.”

“Call Thomas for me,” I demanded. I was sure Alex would divorce me. His political career was about to come under fire. Again. Because of our relationship. It was too much to bear. A cramped feeling gripped my gut, and I felt some of the alcohol making its way up my throat. I ran to the bathroom and threw up . Resting my forehead on the seat, I groaned and wiped my mouth. How could I have made such a careless mistake?

A knock echoed up from the front door.

“Oh, no. It has begun. Stay here. I’ll see who’s at the door,” Veena yelled into the bathroom.

“Beulah. Hi. You are looking exceptionally beautiful today. Are you here to see Prudence? Do you want me to go get her?” Veena spoke loudly, trying to warn me, I supposed.

“Get out of my way, Veena. Prudence Jude, where are you?” my grandmother shouted. I heard the door slam and the sound of her shoes slamming against the wooden stairs. The only time Beulah called me Prudence Jude was when she was upset.

To my surprise, my grandmother threw the bathroom door open and stormed inside. Not a hair on her head stood out of place. Her casual Sunday jogging suit lay flawlessly against her body and her diamonds earrings glinted against her porcelain skin. That was the look of a woman who was not afraid to face a controversy. I, on the other hand, was hanging my head into a toilet.

“Prudence Jude Romaine Conrad. I will kick your ass across this house. What the hell were you doing last night? Didn’t you think there wasn’t a chance this would come out? Get your damn clothes on.” I stood up, practically naked.

I didn’t answer. I feared what was going to happen when Alex arrived home. Beulah, I could handle. Alex was a different story. Beulah walked out, ranting and raving at the maid who tried to hide from her. She slammed drawers around and threw things around my room. She was trying to find clothes for me to put on. I had never seen her so angry.