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  Seduced by the Congressman

  By Roxie Rivera

  Copyright © 2012 by Roxie Rivera

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Tease Excerpt

  Backlist

  About Roxie

  Chapter One

  The second I ducked into the small room, I realized my mistake. I spotted the impeccably dressed man with his back to me and the phone he held to his ear. It took me only a heartbeat to realize it was Jack Richmond, the conservative politician headlining the night's fundraiser and one of my father's good friends. Apparently, this room, a sort of staging area for the ballroom, wasn't a safe hideout after all.

  I started to retreat but Jack turned just in time to see me. The glimmer of recognition in his pale brown eyes fixed me in place. With a crook of his finger, he beckoned me to stay. Reluctantly, I stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind me. He made a locking gesture with his hand. I thought it odd but didn't hesitate to do as he'd asked. He probably didn't want anyone else barging in on his private call.

  When he finished his call, he slipped his phone into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. "So, Bee, what are you running from?"

  He'd known me long enough to feel comfortable using my father's nickname for me. I shrugged and leaned back against the door. "I've heard enough speeches about health care and family values to last me a lifetime."

  His smile surprised me. It wasn't the cheesy politician smile plastered on his campaign materials. This was a real, warm smile that momentarily disarmed me. "We're in Texas, Bee. You're in the wrong state for hearing speeches on the liberal agenda."

  I rolled my eyes. "I'm not a liberal."

  "No?" His eyes glinted with amusement. "I'm pretty sure that protest where you got picked up for disorderly conduct had some rather liberal roots."

  I sighed. "It wasn't like that."

  "Your father would disagree."

  "My father is out of bounds tonight." The last thing I wanted to do was talk about my father's disappointment in me.

  His smile faded and he took a step toward me. "I'm sorry, Bee. I didn't mean to upset you."

  "It's fine."

  "It's not. I know things are tense between the two of you. I shouldn't have gone there with the protest arrest."

  "No," I agreed. "But it is what it is, Jack."

  "He'll come around. You'll see. You're his baby girl and he loves you."

  I bit my tongue instead of pointing out that my father loved the person he wanted me to be not the person I actually was. Desperate to change the subject, I asked, "So what's your keynote speech about?"

  Jack chuckled. "Family values. Fiscal policy. Health care reform."

  I groaned and tipped my head back against the door. "I like you, Jack, but I don't think I can sit through another speech like that."

  He feigned an injury and touched a hand to his chest. "I'm hurt, Bee."

  That teasing grin of his warmed me. Not for the first time, I was forced to admit that Jack had that sexy, clean-cut thing going for him. He had classic good looks with his square jaw and dark hair. I liked that he didn't do that shellac hairstyle so many male politicians favored. He had that All-American boyishness about him.

  There was something intriguing about the congressman. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I had a feeling that behind that squeaky clean, conservative façade, Jack Richmond was a very naughty boy.

  He took two more steps, closing the short distance between us. His scent, something woodsy and masculine, enveloped me. My lower belly quivered as Jack's searing gaze raked my body. I'd worn the most conservative cocktail dress I could find but still showed just enough skin to keep it interesting. Jack's expression displayed his appreciation for the small peek of tanned flesh.

  "Why don't you hide out here while I give my speech?"

  I liked his suggestion but shook my head. "I barely managed to escape Daddy's watchful eye during the applause between speakers. He'll probably send one of my handlers out to look for me any second. I may as well head back to our table."

  "No one will know you're here." He slipped off his glasses and tucked them into the front pocket of his jacket.

  "You know I'm here." I licked my lips and wondered why he'd removed his glasses. For better pictures during his speech?

  "I won't tell if you won't."

  "If I won't tell about what?"

  "This."

  I inhaled a sharp breath of surprise as Jack's lips touched mine. Jack Richmond kissing me? It was the most unexpected thing in the world!

  His lips teased across mine in a gentle glide. He cupped the back of my neck with one hand and caressed my cheek with the other. When he playfully nibbled my lower lip, I clutched at him, my fingers fisting the expensive wool gabardine fabric. He coaxed my lips apart and darted his tongue inside.

  Our tongues dueled but he mastered me. In my twenty-one years, I'd never once been kissed like this. Jack skillfully plundered my mouth. His tongue stabbed and twirled until I shuddered and clung to him in a desperate attempt to stay on my feet. My wobbly knees threatened to buckle at any moment.

  When our lips broke apart, I swallowed hard and gazed into his lust-darkened eyes. "Jack…"

  "Tell me to stop right now, Bee."

  I knew that I should. I knew this wasn't right. The congressman was just this side of forty and I was still in college. The scandal that would come from him fucking me in this hotel anteroom would ruin him. And there was no doubt in my mind that he was going to fuck me. His rock-hard cock jutted against the front of his trousers and poked my lower belly. He wanted me. He wanted me so much his fingers shook as he trailed them along the curve of my neck.

  "I can't," I said finally. "I don't want you to stop."

  Jack smiled. "Thank Christ."

  I touched a finger to his lips. "Thou shalt not take the Lord's name in vain, Congressman."

  He laughed and captured my mouth in a kiss that left me dizzy and trembling. "He's a forgiving God. I'll make sure to do my penance come Sunday. But first…"

  I gasped as his hand slipped beneath the flimsy fabric of my black cocktail dress. His palm slid along my outer thigh to clasp my ass. He used his knee to shove my legs wide apart. I tottered in my heels and used the door behind me for support. The knowledge that we were separated from hundreds of people, from reporters, fundraiser attendees and hotel employees, by just the wooden slab at my back heightened my excitement.

  His hand moved between my thighs. He cupped my pussy through the thin lace of my panties. I sucked in a ragged breath. Jack's lips brushed my ear. His Southern twang left me shivering. "Sugar, you're burning up."

  I was on fire. In a matter of minutes, Jack had taken me from cool and relaxed to hot and needy. I couldn't remember ever getting this aroused so quickly. Granted, I could count the number of times I'd had sex on one hand but none of those trysts had left me shaking and on the verge of begging for cock.

  Jack's tongue plunged into my mouth. He roughly yanked aside the crotch of my panties and bared my
pussy to his searching fingers. My lips tore away from his when his fingertips traced the seam of my cunt. "Oh!"

  "Sh," he said with a soft chuckle. "I don't want security beating down this door."

  I giggled and then gasped again as his fingers explored my pussy. He parted my folds and encountered the slick wetness seeping from my core. Groaning lightly, he touched his forehead to mine. "You're so fucking wet, Bee."

  To hear such dirty words, such profanity, falling from his lips stunned me. This was nothing like the Jack Richmond he portrayed to the world. To know that he was showing this private side of himself thrilled me.

  "Jack!" I hissed his name when his thick fingers penetrated me. His thumb rolled across my clit and I nearly died. My pussy clenched his thrusting fingers. He rubbed that swollen pearl hidden there and grazed his lips across my neck.

  "Baby, you're so tight." He seemed in awe of his discovery. "So fucking slick and hot." His fingers thrust into me a bit faster now. "Let's see how fast I can make you come."

  "Ah!" I groaned against his neck. Impaled on his hand, I gripped his arms and let him have his way with me. My clit pulsed as desire curled low in my belly. My pussy became so wet I could hear his fingers gliding in and out my slippery channel. He nipped at my shoulder and sucked hard on my neck. That sensitive spot he teased sent shivers racing up and down my limbs. "Oh! Jack! Jack! Please!"

  "Come for me, sugar." His gruffly spoken order sent me over the edge. I'd never been one to do as told but I realized I couldn't refuse Jack. When he spoke, I had to obey.

  Rocked with pleasure, I came hard but quietly. I buried my face against his neck and inhaled the familiar scent of him. The spasms of ecstasy left me trembling and sagging against the door. His fingers stopped tormenting me finally.

  I expected him to unzip his pants and fuck me but he shocked me by dropping to his knees. He pushed my skirt up around my hips and jerked my panties down around my knees. Stunned by his actions, I gaped at him. He used his thumbs to part the petals of my sex. My clit, still pink and swollen, peeked out from between my nether lips. Jack leaned forward and licked me.

  "Oh!" Seeing stars, I threaded my fingers through his dark, thick hair and held on for dear life as he lashed me with his tongue. He moaned hungrily and ate my pussy like no one ever had. Always before the experience had been tentative and unenthusiastic. Not so with Jack. He slurped my clit between his lips and fluttered his tongue across the pink kernel. He expertly worked my pussy with his tongue and showed me everything I'd been missing.

  "Jack," I whispered, my tone desperate and needy. "Jack. Jack!"

  His tongue swirled around my clit in slow, tight circles. My toes curled in my pumps. I scratched at his scalp and prayed I wouldn't scream when I came. Ecstasy simmered in my lower belly. He lapped my clit and slipped a finger inside me again. The sensation of his tongue fluttering across my clit and his finger thrusting up into me drove me crazy.

  When he hummed against my clit, I lost it. I clapped my hand across my mouth to stifle my scream and managed to merely squeak as my orgasm slammed into me. The waves of ecstasy engulfed me and I nearly drowned in sheer bliss.

  Overcome, I started to slide down the door. Jack held me up as he slowly rose and embraced me. Our mouths met in a passionate kiss. The spicy musk of my pussy infiltrated my nose. I couldn't believe how wild this was. Ten minutes ago, Jack had been a friend of my father's that I tolerated during hunting season and at various society functions. Now he'd just given me the two best orgasms of my life.

  Our kisses began to soften and grow easy and gentle. Jack pulled back just enough to gaze down into my eyes. He started to speak but someone knocked on the door. "Jack? It's time. You've got five minutes or so."

  He frowned and cleared his throat. "I'll be out in a second."

  The reality of what we'd done hit me. I had the decency to blush and look embarrassed. Had I really just let a sitting member of the House of Representatives go down on me during a fundraiser? What the hell was wrong with me?

  "Don't," Jack warned and tipped my chin. "Don't you dare feel ashamed, Phoebe."

  His use of my real name pulled me from my stupor. "I shouldn't have let this happen."

  He snorted with amusement. "Bee, I'm the older and wiser of the two of us. If anyone is at fault here, it's me." He kissed me again, this time with possession clear in his intent. "I don't regret it one bit." With a grin, he added, "Well I regret not having time to finish this."

  Feeling a bit brave, I said, "You're staying at our house. I'm sure we can pick this up later."

  His eyebrows arched. "You asking me on a date?"

  I laughed. "I think they call this kind of thing an assignation."

  "Assignation?" He chuckled. "Boy, that makes it sound so elegant."

  "I think it sounds better than a booty call."

  He grimaced. "Don't ever use that term in my presence. I hate it."

  Smiling, I asked, "Does that mean we'll be having an assignation later?"

  He leaned forward and pecked my forehead. "Sugar, it's a date."

  I stood still as he tugged my panties back into place. He backed away from me and darted into the small attached bathroom. He came out looking decidedly more put-together and like his usual polished self. I couldn't believe that just moments ago he'd been on his knees worshipping my pussy. In a few minutes, he'd be on the main stage wowing the crowd with his talk of conservative values.

  Oddly, I didn't think it made him a hypocrite. If anything, it made him more normal. Sure, he had definite views on fiscal policy and big government but that didn't mean he wasn't passionate or sexual or even the slightest bit kinky. He could be all those things and more, it seemed.

  Jack's hand brushed my face. "You be a good girl and get back to your seat. We don't want the tongues wagging."

  "Yes, Jack." I nodded dutifully and retrieved his glasses from the pocket where he'd tucked them. I slid them into place and fixed his tie. He wore the strangest expression when I finished tidying him up. "What?"

  "Nothing," he whispered. "I'll see you later."

  I smiled and stepped aside to let him leave. The door closed behind him. I put a hand to my throat and swallowed hard. Had that really just happened? It seemed almost dream-like now.

  Still trembling with the aftershocks of our illicit tryst, I slipped into the bathroom and made myself look presentable again. When I left the room, I was sure everyone would recognize that I'd just had a congressman lapping at my pussy but no one seemed the wiser. My legs shook slightly as I carefully made my way down the back corridors of the hotel and through the side entrance of the ballroom. I found my father's table and took my seat.

  As usual, he shot me a look of consternation but I just smiled sweetly and reached for my glass of watered-down iced tea. The emcee for the night, a conservative news host, gave Jack a glowing intro. Moments later, Jack walked onstage to the cheers of the crowd. He was, after all, one of the darlings of the party. With his charismatic speeches and good looks, I couldn't blame them all for being so smitten with him.

  I knew I'd never agree with Jack on some of his political positions but damn if I wasn't just as smitten as the folks in the audience. Two mind-blowing orgasms and the man had me wrapped around his finger!

  When our gazes met across the room, we shared a secret smile. I quickly dropped my gaze and sipped my iced tea. He might have me wrapped around his finger but he sure as hell wasn't getting my vote!

  Chapter Two

  When my cellphone chirped hours later, I rushed to grab it. I tucked the damp strands of my just-washed hair behind my ear and brushed my thumb over the touch screen. I didn't recognize the number but knew the message could only be from one person.

  I'm coming to see you.

  That was so Jack. He didn't bother to ask if I was busy or if my earlier invitation still stood. Nope. He was coming to see me. End of story.

  Still in my robe, I hurried to my bathroom and the attached walk-in closet. I considered
my options and picked a simple camisole and cotton boyshorts. I wasn't quite sure about the fashion rules for this kind of thing. I figured the sweetly innocent but slightly sexy look was safe. Not overly slut-tastic but just suggestive enough to let him know I was still interested in finishing what we'd started.

  The light rap of knuckles at my bedroom door interrupted my last minute primping. I inhaled a steadying breath and crossed my room. I hesitated a moment before opening my door. Jack loomed in the doorway. He'd left his jacket somewhere, probably in the guest house out back, and had rolled up his sleeves to reveal thick, corded forearms. That surprised me a little. For a man who'd always had white collar jobs before going into politics, he was built like someone who worked with his hands.

  "Jack."

  He flashed that trademark grin. "Bee."

  I stepped aside and motioned him into my room. "You took a risk."

  "Coming to your room this late at night? What? Are you afraid your father saw me?" He seemed almost amused by the idea of being caught sneaking into my room like some kind of horny teenager.

  "After Daddy kicks back his meds with that bourbon chaser, he's out until morning. You could drive a freight train through this house and he wouldn't know it." I shook my head. "No, I meant the text message. That's evidence that can't be erased."

  He frowned. "You're an adult. I'm an adult. This is consensual."

  "It would still be a scandal. You know how rabid the papers and the political bloggers can be. The conservative party's hotshot fucking the barely legal daughter of a defense contractor tycoon?" I sighed heavily. "They would eat that up."

  He shrugged and kept his expression cool. "I'm not concerned."

  I studied his face. "No, I don't think you are."

  "I'm entitled to a life. Who I sleep with is no one's business but my own."

  "I'm not sure your constituents would agree."

  "You let me worry about that." Jack extended his hand. "Now come here."

  "Not yet," I said and crossed my arms. "What are we doing, Jack? I mean, what is this?"