“You want it like that?” he asks, his tongue tracing beneath the waistband of my pants where he just unbuttoned them. “Would you like a hair-pulling, mind-numbing, sweaty fucking from me, Ms. Preston?”
“I don’t know…I might,” I say in a teasing tone.
“You might?” He moves to a kneeling position and slides my pants down past my hips. His grin is downright wicked. “Only if you say, ‘Fuck me hard, Senator Titan.’”
I playfully smack him. “You asshole.”
“Say it.”
I press my lips closed.
“Your nipples are so hard I can see them through your bra, Reagan. You know you like it. Say it.”
“Say you’re hard for me first,” I say softly.
Jude slides off the bed and unbuttons his jeans. When he pulls them down with his boxer briefs and steps out, his rock-hard erection is pointing at me. He strips off his T-shirt, and I take a second just to admire his incredible body.
“You see?” He wraps a hand around his cock. “I’m hard for you, Reagan Preston.”
I slide my pants the rest of the way off, watching his eyes as he watches me. I make a slow show of getting fully naked, then toss my bra at his face.
“Fuck mehard, Senator Titan.”
He’s on me in an instant, filling me so full I gasp. We grind our hips together until we’re both on the verge of coming, but then he pulls out and I moan sadly. He flips me over with his hands around my hips and fucks me from behind until I’m on the verge again.
It goes on like this until I’m a moaning, panting, sweaty mess. Jude fucks me in positions I’ve never even heard of, and every time, it’s mind-blowing.
“Let me come,” I beg him. “I need to come, Jude.”
The wicked smile is back, and I’m sure he’s going to keep torturing me. But instead, he gives me the last several deep, hard thrusts I need to get off, and when I do, I scream his name. I see stars. It’s the longest, most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had.
He comes right behind me, groaning deeply as he buries himself in me. We’re both panting as he kisses me gently and lies next to me, pulling my body against his.
“You really know how to turn around a shitty day, Titan,” I murmur.
He kisses my temple. “Trust me, I’m just getting started.”
Chapter 27
Reagan’s curledagainst me on the couch as we watch the interview with my fellow Marines who were with me that fateful day. They’re helping dispel the lies Salizar had tried to spread about me to ruin my Senate race.
“They love you,” she whispers and snuggles closer.
I laugh softly and kiss the top of her head. “They’re loyal and honorable men.” The love part is always there, unspoken, but true.
“Salizar has been spreading lies about that day for years now. The Marine Corps conducted an investigation when he originally made the claim, but we found it to be unsubstantiated,” Mr. Jones, the US Marines spokesperson tells the reporter. “Mr. Titan was the only man in the platoon to fight off the forces to ensure the rescue of the injured soldiers. We did not get the details wrong, Ms. Parsons. Jude Titan is an American hero.”
The interview cuts away to Ms. Parsons sitting at a desk with my picture in the upper left corner from the day I received the medal, and I can’t help but smile with pride. “Mr. Titan not only has the respect of his fellow soldiers but also that of the American public. Earlier today, the President of the United States sent us a letter in response to this interview, and it states, ‘Mr. Titan is not only an American hero, but he is an upstanding citizen and would be an asset to the US Senate. We’ve never doubted his loyalty, honor, and dedication to our great nation.’”
She places the paper down on the desk, and the camera zooms in on her face. “It looks like Jude Titan gets the endorsement of even the President of the United States. Even though his opponent, Reagan Preston, has dropped out of the race for the Democratic Party, Mr. Titan’s victory isn’t a given. New opposition has started a grassroots campaign on behalf of the Democratic Party.
But can anyone defeat the Titan powerhouse this late in the game? With the endorsement of the President and every veterans’ group in the state, he’ll be almost impossible to beat. Election Day is just around the corner, and then we’ll know for sure if Titan will be the new voice for Illinois voters in the US Senate.”
Election Day can’t come quick enough. Although the campaign isn’t as grueling as being in battle, I’m ready to get to Washington where the real work begins.
“Well, I think you have it in the bag, Mr. Titan.” Reagan pushes herself up with her hand that’s resting against my chest. “I’m proud of you.”
She dropped out of the race days ago and seems even lighter than before. It’s like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders that she never knew was there.
