“Yes! Please, harder!” she screamed.
“Whatever you say, beautiful.”
I rammed into her. The friction was amazing. Without breaking contact, I brought us to the floor and pulled her legs over my shoulders.
We were both panting and sweating, she was approaching another orgasm, and I was so near my own as well.
“Brady!” she screamed, thrashing against the floor as pleasure rushed through her.
Close to exploding myself, I pounded into her and orgasmed hard, every muscle in me growing rigid. I stopped before the last spurt came out and lowered her legs to the floor, choosing to stay inside a bit longer.
“You’re amazing,” I murmured into her lips before kissing her, moving my lips slowly until the kiss grew deeper.
She moaned and bit my lower lip, sending a shot of pleasure through me and making me grow hard all over again.
“That was mind-blowing,” she said.
I chuckled, my eyes raking over her bombshell body as I pulled out of her. I got rid of the used condom, planning to take things to the bedroom next. Pulling her to her feet, I led the way. “I think we need to repeat this.” I grinned cockily at her.
She smiled. “Okay. Then show me.”
CHAPTER 4
Autumn
I was beyond tired, considering I had left Brady’s apartment at an ungodly hour. However, I had still managed to catch a cab back to my hotel in time to get some brief sleep, shower, and get myself ready to accompany my father for the day.
It was a beautiful day, the sun shining brightly without a single cloud in the sky. Unfortunately, we would be spending most of our time indoors; our agenda consisted of meetings discussing the political climate my father would possibly be embarking on if he became the vice-presidential candidate, as well as the embassy and their plans for expansion.
“Are you all right?” Dad asked in the hotel lobby, which had been serving as our designated meeting spot all week.
“Yeah,” I said, rubbing a self-conscious hand through my hair.
I actually felt better than all right, but I wasn’t sure my appearance told the same tale. After leaving Brady’s apartment, I’d only had about two hours to crash in my hotel room before I had to start getting ready. My hair wasn’t as polished as I would have liked it because I hadn’t had time to thoroughly wash off the hairspray I’d used for my curls the previous night. And as time kept ticking by a little too quickly for my liking, I hadn’t been able to apply my makeup as carefully as I would have liked either. So I probably had bags under my eyes and looked a wreck despite the pleasurable glow I felt from the amazingly passionate night I’d spent with Brady.
“Why do you ask?”
; Dad shrugged. “Something just seems a little different about you this morning. Did you have fun last night?”
Awkwardly, I turned my back to him to approach the refreshment table, where I started making myself a cup of coffee. “Yeah. Last night was all right.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing much.”
“Oh,” Dad said, sounding surprised. “I thought you and Elise hung out?”
“We did!” I said, wanting to slap myself. My mind was so preoccupied with Brady that I had almost forgotten about Elise. “We uhm…Just went for a walk. Watched a movie. Girl-talked. That sort of thing.”
“That’s nice,” Dad said. “What—”
“Do you want some more coffee, Dad?” I asked, cutting him off before he could ask what movie we watched.
“Sure, sweetie. I could use a refill.” He handed over his coffee mug and I proceeded to fix him a cup. Just as I finished, footsteps sounded down a nearby hall and an important-looking businessman in a pin-striped suit appeared.
“Speaker Harper!” he said, enthusiastically. With a wide grin, he took several long strides toward my father, his hand outstretched.