“Some asshole will say something,” Reagan says. “You know how these rich pricks are, Jude.”
“I’ll handle them, but I’m not giving an official statement.”
“Try to keep the conversation moving. Any moment of silence and it’ll be their chance to slip it in.” Tyson pulls out his phone, typing feverishly with his tongue peeking out from between his lips.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, knowing Tyson better than almost everyone else in my life. The man has so many tells, and I’ve made sure to study them all.
“We may have a lead,” he tells me but doesn’t look up. “But nothing solid.”
“Who?” Reagan asks, shifting in her seat.
Tucking his phone into his jacket pocket, Tyson finally makes eye contact. “Wasn’t given a name yet. Just told to stand by for more information soon.”
“I want to know as soon as you do,” I say, trying to remove all anger from my voice. My pulse is jumping, my temper flaring, and somehow, I have to walk into the hotel event room with a smile on my face.
Reagan places her hand over mine, stroking my skin softly. “I won’t leave your side tonight,” she reassures me.
I’ve always felt like anything was possible as long as Reagan was by my side. I’ve never fought a campaign without her. “Tyson,” I say to get his attention as the car pulls up along the sidewalk in front of the hotel. “Why don’t you get out and give us a few minutes alone?” My hand tightens on Reagan’s leg as she opens her mouth and starts to speak. “We’ll be quick, but I need some time with my wife.”
Tyson nods before he opens the door. He has one foot out when he turns and says, “Don’t be too long. People will be asking about you.”
I nod, but I don’t bother to speak to him. “Sir,” I call out, and the driver looks at me in the rearview mirror, “drive around until I tell you to stop.”
“Anything you’d like, Mr. Titan. Would you like some privacy, sir?”
“Yes, please.”
“Jude,” Reagan whispers as the black glass slides up, giving us complete privacy. “I don’t know…”
I place my finger against her lips. “I need some time with you and only you, Reagan. Don’t deny me this.”
She nods slowly and doesn’t put up much of a fight as I grab her around the waist and lift her into my lap. “I want to touch you,” I say, staring into my wife’s eyes. “I need to touch you.”
She squirms as I slide my hand up her leg, moving past her knee and inner thigh before finding the edge of her panties. “Jude,” she whispers again, but it’s not for me to stop.
I know that burning in her eyes and the longing in her voice. She wants my touch as much as I need to give it to her. I lean in, sealing my lips over hers and soak in her moans as my fingertips slip underneath the lace.
She turns her upper body toward me, giving me more of her mouth and slides her legs apart as I push her panties to the side. My cock hardens underneath her ass, and I’d love more than anything to bury myself inside of her, but there’s not time for that with the crowd waiting for us at the hotel. I just needed her mouth, her pleasure, to get me through the next couple hours of political games.
Her tongue swirls around mine, greedy and sure, as she melts into me. My touch is light, sweeping over her soft skin, making her groan because Reagan has never been one to take anything slow. But I won’t let her control my speed. No amount of complaining is going to make me move faster.
Her kiss grows more demanding as my fingers circle around her clit. She shivers in my arms with every passing sweep over her sensitive skin. She’s already wet, wanting every bit of this as much as I do.
I slide my fingers down, pushing two slowly inside her, and stroke her clit. She moans into my mouth, feeding me air, and I take it. Her pussy contracts around my fingers, begging for more each time I pull them out before thrusting them in a little deeper.
She breaks the kiss and stares at me with her lips parted. “Jude,” she says softly as her eyes roll back. “I need your cock.”
“There’s no time,” I tell her, keeping my rhythm steady, finger-fucking her just how she likes it.
“We can be quick. I’ll get on top.” She smirks. “Undo your pants,” she says as she slides off me and pulls her panties off from underneath her dress.
I’m not going to argue with that. I lift my ass, unzipping my pants before pulling them down to my ankles. Before I’ve even eased back into the seat, Reagan’s already straddling me with my hard cock in her hands.
“Just relax,” she says, rubbing the tip of my dick through her wetness. “Let me make you feel good.”
I grab her hips, holding her dress around her waist as she eases herself down my shaft. I groan, blowing out a breath as her warmth envelops me and sends a shiver down my spine. The jostling of the car adds to the sensations as she rises up and lowers herself again.
Over and over, she fucks me, bucking in my lap before crashing her lips down on mine. My fingertips dig into her hips as I try to control her speed, but Reagan’s too amped up to control. In this position, riding my cock, she’s dominating me, and I’m strangely okay with it. More than okay. I’m loving it.
