I sipped champagne.
“I’m not above begging,” he groaned against my ear.
I threaded my fingers through his. One foot in front of the other, I pushed through the room full of champagne flutes. My legs didn’t stop moving until I reached Ishmael’s bedroom. I pushed my haltered dress toward the floor. It slid from my body with ease. Range had done well. She’d chosen a beautiful gown for the night. I was reminded to thank her again once we were alone.
I turned to find Ishmael’s eyes on me. I unbuttoned his suit jacket and pushed it from his shoulders.
“A dream?” He asked, finishing the champagne in his flute. I handed him mine.
“Drink up, baby.”
I wanted him nice and tipsy. The difficult part was over. He was mayor.
“A dream, my baby?” He asked again after sitting the empty glasses on the nightstand.
I shoved his pants down his legs. I fell to my knees as they hit the floor.
Ishmael’s dick was warm to the touch. Hesitancy wasn’t an issue of mine. I consumed him. As much of him as I could, eyes still on him. Once his shaft was wet from my saliva, I removed him from my mouth.
“My dream.”
I shoved him in my mouth again. He touched the back of my throat, initiating my gag reflex. My pussy salivated. Intoxication was in our favor. It wasn’t the champagne that had driven us to the point of inebriation. It was each other.
SEVENTEEN
“To the city of Berkeley,I am honored to serve you. I will continue to hold the citizens near to my heart. You’ve given me the chance of a lifetime. I am forever indebted. My gratitude exceeds me. It is immeasurable. So is my love for this great city. There’s no place like home.
“To everyone who went out to the polls, whether you voted for me or my opponents, thank you for exercising your right. Your voice matters. To my team… we fought a good fight and were victorious. Thank you. To my family, your support hasn’t gone unnoticed. To the beautiful woman beside me–”
I paused. All eyes were on me. My eyes were on her. Royce was stunning in the black dress and long black boots thatreached her thighs. She didn’t attempt to conceal her personality with boring ass fashion often displayed in political spaces.
“I couldn’t have done this without you, my baby. Thank you for believing in me. For being the stability I needed when the ship started rocking. Thank you for your thoughtfulness. Your will. Your dedication. Your drive. And, your unwavering spirit. We did it, love.”
A gentle squeeze from Royce was all the reassurance I needed.
“Have a blessed day, Berkeley.”
I took off toward the exit. Royce’s grip on my hand tightened as I slowed near the stairs, helping her down. I placed a hand on her waist once she’d made it on leveled ground. Together, we made our way out of the door.
The doors of the Rolls Royce parted. Royce slid inside. I settled beside her, leaving the cameras and questions behind. When the doors closed, the noise toned down.
“Ish.”
When Royce opened her mouth, it disappeared completely.
“Yes, my baby?”
“That was good. Really good.”
“I could spend the next three months without speaking another word.”
“I know, but it’s all been worth it.”
“I need something stiff. Is the plane stocked?”
She nodded. “Without question. The libations are waiting.”
I rested my left hand on her thigh as the wheels began to turn. It was the first week of November. In twenty-six days, Royce would be a year older. The election was behind me. I was ready to show Royce why she’d agreed to give me pieces of her that had never belonged to anyone else.
