Marx Girl

“Well, fuck me.” He laughs in shock. “I’d never thought I’d see the day.”

I laugh. “It happens to the best of us. “

“Big turn-out.” He smiles as he looks around the room.

“Yeah, have you seen John or Sam?” I ask. “I need to speak to them.”

He frowns as he looks around. “No. I haven’t, and I haven’t been able to reach them all week.” He frowns. “It’s weird. They had a job on in Europe, and I know they landed back in Washington because Sam called me from the airport. But nobody has seen them since.”

Hmm, interesting. “Did you call their homes?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No, I didn’t want to worry their wives prematurely, but I do know that they both said they were coming here tonight.” He shrugs. “But I haven’t seen them yet.”

“Right.” I nod as I think. What’s going on here? “Well, good to see you.” I smile as I shake his hand. “How are Kerry and the kids?”

“Good, good, she’s over there.” He gestures to the far corner. “Kids are sending me broke.”

“I’ll come over and introduce Bridget later,” I tell him.

He points to me as he starts to walk backwards to the bar. “You make sure of that, and congratulations, hey?”

A fuss of people and cameras flash in a rush towards the door. I know that the president has just arrived with his secretary of state. All eyes turn to them and I glance over to see Bridget, who is watching on in awe. She smiles sexily up at me, and I take her hand in mine.

“Are you holding my hand in public, Mr. Statham?” she asks as she raises her eyebrow in question.

“No.” I smirk. “I’m holding you back from giving the president a champagne-fuelled lap dance.”

She laughs out loud and I feel myself melt.

I inhale deeply.

God, I love this woman.

* * *

BRIDGET

I stand in the ballroom, watching every move he makes. He’s constantly involved in conversations, and yet he’s hardly speaking a word.

This is him. This is the Ben I know. It isn’t only me who feels his power; it seems everyone around him does, too. He omits strength. When he does speak, everyone listens.

He’s with his four friends, nine feet away from me while I talk to Ally.

But his eyes are fixed firmly on me. Occasionally, he drops them to my feet and slowly raises them back up my body. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip and I feel my sex clench deep inside.

God, I’ve never known a man so sexual.

He has that look in his eyes tonight, the one that I love.

I fucking own you.

He calls to my body in a way no other man ever has. There’s this raw, animalistic, physical attraction. The fact that I like the person inside that perfect body is just a bonus.

He gestures to the doorway with his chin, and I nod.

Finally, I get him alone.

He shakes his friend’s hand and then walks over, and I smile and kiss the girls I met on the cheek. “Lovely meeting you.”

With his hand on the small of my back, we walk out in silence and get into a hire car that’s waiting for us. Then we drive back to his home.

He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t have to.

I know.

It’s on.

Ben Statham is here in all his fucking glory, and hell, I can hardly wait to get him naked.

He opens his apartment door and I wait for his instruction. He gestures for me to walk in and my heart starts to race. I walk to the living room and turn to him.

“Get in the bedroom, Bridget,” he commands.

Fuck…

Seriously, I’m so turned on right now by him ordering me around in that uniform, he’ll only have to blow on me and I’ll orgasm.

I turn and walk up the hall, into the bedroom.

He walks in behind me and holds his hand up for me to stop, and I freeze at the end of the bed.

He circles me, his eyes burning holes through my dress. My heart is hammering in my chest. He slowly slides down the zipper and takes my dress down over my hips, holding my hand as I step out of it.

His eyes drop to the tiny, lacy black G-string I am wearing, and he hisses in approval before sliding them down. He takes my bra off and I stand before him in black, thigh-high sheer stockings… nothing else.

“You were the most beautiful woman in the room tonight,” he whispers as he continues to circle me.

I smile.

“And you’re all mine.”

God, just fuck me.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Kiss me,” he whispers.

I step forward to kiss his lips and his eyes close in pleasure. I think this is the hottest I’ve ever been for it in my life. He’s in full uniform and I’m naked. I want him so badly.