“No, but I’m guessing it means we’re the needle and this building is a haystack?” Wearing only my designer heels, I help him undress.
Closer to the same height, we embrace. and his long, hard shaft, slides between my open thighs.
“Mmm. I love your full Monty, Montclair.” I tilt my head, our lips connect, and he chuckles.
“He loves you, too.” His tongue dances in and out with the same movement as his pelvis, and I pant.
Barely able to breathe, I clutch his butt cheeks and squeeze my legs. Moaning, he backs me to the mattress, lays me down, and climbs on top.
“Babe, I need to be inside you.” His hand slides across my wet sex, I spread wide for more, and when he thrusts inside, I gasp as our cores connect.
“Oh, yes. Right there.” I arch up and he tortures me by pulling out and in, grinding in small circles.
I raise my knees for better contact and dig my nails into his taut forearms. “I, ah…Oh God. I’m…”
Heel to the mattress, he flips me on top. “Fly me to oblivion, babe.”
With his fingers pinching my nipples, my eyes roll back in my head. I’m so close to coming but want him with me when I do. The more I clench, the greater the need, the faster we connect. Addicted to the movement, I place my palms below his collar bones. I slide down, he arches up, and my body quakes all over.
Gripping my hips, he takes me higher, and shouts as he comes. “Fuuuck!”
His masculine cry shorts out my nervous system. In orgasmic delirium, I fall on his chest with my ear to his racing heart. When I float back to reality, I drift into a dreamless sleep.
~Chapter 25~
Dash
Yesterday, I woke with her in my arms. Taking my time, I adored her body and touched her all the ways I’ve imagined since Seattle. I had to show her how much I care. As we watched the morning news, my public relations guru called, his voice brimming with excitement. “CNN has a cancellation and wants to move her interview, to tomorrow.”
After twenty-four hours spent convincing Landy this is the right thing for her career, Dad and I now watch her conversation from the green room. Oliver’s with the engineers in a control area. The president gave him orders to pull the feed if she says anything about the Chinese, but he needn’t have worried. She handles all the questions like a pro.
During the commercial break, I turn to my father. “I have a favor to ask you.”
“Shoot.” His intelligent eyes study me, no doubt wondering why I hesitate.
I take a deep breath, and commit. “The Committee of One Hundred is having their annual fundraiser. I want us to go.”
Once I show him the website on my phone, his right brow tics up. “Two thousand dollars a plate? That’s pretty steep for Chinese food considering we’ll be hungry an hour later.”
“I promise, it will be well worth the cost of admission.” Appreciating his dry wit, I review what I know so far of the guest list.
When I flick to an image of the ambassador’s wife wearing an ancient jade necklace, he smiles. “Lovely.”
I wait until one of the interns leave before asking, “So, can you steal it?”
“I can, but why would I?”
“I need leverage.”
“You mean I can’t keep it?” His disappointment is so palpable, I have to laugh.
“Sorry, Pops. If my plan works, Jian Zhang will no longer be a threat to me or those I love.”
“Have you told her how you feel?” Emotional topics taboo, I do a doubletake, take a deep breath, and take a stab at honesty.
“I can’t, not until he’s gone.”
Lips pursed, he eyes me for some time. “Don’t wait too long, son. The good ones are snatched up real fast.”
