I pull her down against me, and her face comes within inches of mine. “It would mean nothing without you, Reagan.”
She smiles and rubs her nose against mine. “You would’ve been just fine without me. Don’t kid yourself.”
“But it wouldn’t have been any fun.” I smirk. “Who would’ve been a complete tease and a pain in my ass?”
“Oh, I’m sure there are hundreds of women who would like to fill my shoes.”
Gripping the back of her neck, I bring her face closer to where our lips are barely touching. “I don’t want them, only you.”
Her eyes light up. “You have me.”
“Are you ready to tell the world you’re mine?”
“Yes,” she says in an airy, wanton tone.
My lips crush against hers, pouring my emotions and excitement into the kiss. When I joined the race, I expected a fight to the death and for her to be a prissy, stuck-up brat. I hadn’t expected her to be the exact opposite. She kept me sane on the road and gave me something to look forward to each night. Our stolen moments, secret phone calls, dirty texts, and even racier video calls had me too distracted to worry about poll numbers and political fodder in the newspapers.
My phone’s ringing on the table beside us, but I ignore it. In this moment, nothing is more important than the two of us. Our time together has always been fleeting, and now that I have her, I want her by my side always. I don’t want to live our relationship through technology. Life’s too short to be apart any more than we have to be.
“Do you want to get that?” she whispers against my lips.
I grunt, pulling her into my lap and answering her questions by kissing her deeper than before. As soon as the ringing stops, there’s three seconds of silence before it starts again, but I still don’t answer.
She pulls back and glances toward my phone. “It may be important.”
I grip her ass, squeezing her cheeks in my hands. “The only important thing is here with me. Nothing else matters.”
She slides forward, grinding on my erection. “Mr. Titan, I think I need convincing to vote for you on Election Day,” she teases, tipping her head back in laughter.
I use the opportunity to kiss her neck, loving the feel of her softness and her scent surrounding me. I’m kissing a trail down her neck to her chest when there’s a knock at the door. We both freeze, and our gazes lock on to each other.
“You better get that. I’ll be in your room waiting for you.”
She starts to climb off my lap, when I grab her wrist. “No. Stay here with me. I don’t care who it is.”
There’s only one person the doorman lets up without calling first. Reagan walks with me to the door, walking hand in hand, and I finally answer it.
“I’ve been calling you,” Carl says as I crack open the door. Reagan’s still out of view. “What the fuck are you doing that you didn’t pick up?”
“Carl,” I say, giving Reagan’s hand a quick squeeze. “I already told you that you’re fired. There’s absolutely no reason for you to be here.”
“Please,” he scoffs and pushes open the door, trying to enter my apartment. “You need me.”
“I don’t,” I tell him, opening the door far enough that he finally sees Reagan.
His eyes widen, and there’s a flash of anger that crosses his face. “What’s she doing here?” He pushes past both of us and turns to face us once he’s inside.
I close the door and pull Reagan to my side. “I don’t need to explain anything to you, Carl. You’re no longer a member of my campaign.”
His eyes narrow, bouncing between us. “How long have you been fucking her?”
“Don’t be so crude.”
He drags his hand through his perfectly styled hair. “I can’t believe you’re risking everything for a piece of ass, Jude. I thought you were smarter than that.”
I step forward, releasing Reagan’s hand, and get in his face. “Get the fuck out.”
He shakes his head and laughs. “Wait until the press gets a hold of this story.”
