Seduced By the Congressman

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."