Reagan
Tonight,there are no worries about the accusations against my husband. I’m not thinking about the loss of my job or Andrea’s offer.
There’s nothing on my mind right now but pleasure. Jude’s mouth is making its second pass up and down my legs, a nip on my inner thigh causing me to moan in response.
We haven’t spoken since falling into this bed together. Unless my fragmented cries of pleasure count, that is. Jude spent at least thirty minutes bringing me to the edge of release with his mouth between my legs, deliberately slowing when I was almost there.
When he finally let me come, tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the intensity.
He only gave me a minute to recover before he pinned my hands to the mattress over my head, one of his hands easily trapping both of mine. He cupped my ass and fucked me fast and hard, his groan vibrating against my skin as he came.
We lay with our legs wrapped around each other for a while after that, just tracing invisible lines on each other’s sweaty skin, basking in the quiet and calm.
Jude and I get very little peaceful time together. Our schedules are usually frenzied, and lately, we’ve both been exhausted as soon as it’s time to sleep.
Tonight is reminding me what matters most in my life—not politics or parties, not jobs or poll numbers—my husband.
We never got a blissful, storybook beginning to our marriage. With Jude being a senator, we only took enough time to get married and escape for a quick honeymoon.
After that, we both got to work proving to voters and supporters that we weren’t crazy for falling in love. We felt an obligation to prove ourselves, and I don’t know that we’ve ever really stopped.
“Mmm, I don’t think I can handle any more of that,” I murmur as Jude’s warm breath brushes across the apex of my thighs.
He lets out a deep note of amusement before running the tip of his tongue between my lips, opening them just enough to elicit a ragged moan from me.
“Sure you can,” he says, his dark eyes meeting mine.
The sight of him staring intensely at me from between my thighs sends a tingle of arousal from the top to the base of my spine.
“Um…maybe,” I manage.
Jude bites the sensitive skin of my inner thigh gently. “I’ll hold you down if I have to, Mrs. Titan.”
His tongue delves deeper, and I sigh with pleasure as he explores every spot still sensitive from the last freight train orgasm he gave me.
This night is turning out to be everything I didn’t even know I needed. Jude knew, though. It’s heaven having a man who sometimes knows me better than I know myself.
A couple hours later,we slip out of bed to order room service. While we’re waiting, Jude cracks open the curtains, and we look out over the small city, many of the night lights already dark.
I slip on a white silk robe and wrap my arms around his waist, closing my eyes as I soak in his warm, solid presence.
“I love you,” I say, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.
“I love you too.” He wraps his arms around me. “Thanks for being my rock through all of this.”
“Anytime. For better or worse, right?”
He kisses the top of my head. “You really think it’s all gonna be worth it? All the time apart? Not having a regular life in our home? That’s all I ever wanted when I was in the service, you know. A person and a place to be my home.”
“Well, you have the person.” I kiss his chest again. “And we have the place. We’re just away from it right now.”
“Yeah, but…” He sighs softly. “If I win, we’ll have to move in to the governor’s mansion. Chicago’s our home, though.”
“We’ll split our time.”
He leans back and looks down into my eyes.
“Tell me you’ll be content being a governor’s wife. Is that enough for you?”
