Tasha spun around to face him, her hands on her hips, anger making it hard to catch her breath. “You’re an arrogant ass. Ken knows me and now he’ll never believe our story. Why? Because I don’t date assholes.”

Stephen, who’d changed into another pair of khaki pants and a polo shirt for the pool, started to strip in silence.

When his shirt landed on the floor she shook her head. “We’re not doing this, Senator. Not until we…get this sorted…out.”

He’d slipped off his pants and straightened, giving her the perfect view of his impressive body. He was still aroused. Extremely aroused. The tip of his hard shaft was glistening with pre-cum. She had the sudden urge to lick it.

Stephen walked toward her, gripping the base of his erection in one fist. He reached her, slid his hand into her hair and tilted her head back, kissing her with the kind of intensity that turned a girl’s bones to pudding.

When he finally lifted his mouth so they could both gasp for breath, Tasha complained, “This isn’t fair. Kissing me like that isn’t fair. I’m mad at you.”

“I don’t care,” he rasped, bending his head to scrape his teeth along her jaw. Her neck. “I couldn’t wait. Not long enough for you to find someone else to kiss in front of me, or to introduce me to one of your play partners. I need you.”

“It isn’t like—”

Stephen whirled her around and pressed her back against the wall, sliding the hand in her hair around to clasp her throat. She moaned in surprise and arousal.

“I don’t care,” he repeated in a low, dangerous tone. “Right now I only want to hear you saying ‘Yes, sir’ and ‘Please.’”

“Yes, Sir.”

Please.

Chapter Eight

Stephen kept his hand on her throat, kissing her resistance away as he swiftly undid the knots of her bikini top and let it drift to the floor. He reached for the breast Wendi had touched, pinching her nipple hard enough to send her to her tiptoes.

“Ahh, Stephen—”

“Yes, sir or please,” he reminded her, replacing his fingers with his mouth.

Tasha’s hands fluttered up to land on his shoulders as he sucked her nipple against the roof of his mouth, then opened wider to take more. She could feel every tug in her core, everything inside her focused on his touch, his mouth on her. “Please.”

His other hand dipped into her bikini bottom again, fingers sliding easily through the slick arousal soaking her sex. He groaned his approval, gently pulsing his grip on her throat. The conflicting sensations made her tremble. “Please.”

He lifted his head long enough make a demand. “Push your breasts together for me.”

She swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”

When she obeyed with shaking hands, Stephen rewarded her with a low groan against her breasts and a finger sliding into her sex.

“Jesus, I love hearing that. Maybe too much.” He thrust inside and traced both nipples with his tongue. “Did you like it, angel? Everyone watching while you kissed her? While she touched you?”

I liked you watching. “Yes, sir.”

“I’m not sure I did. It made me crazy. There I was, trying so hard to be careful, to remember why we’re here, then you kissed her and the next thing I knew, my hand was between your legs and all I could think about was tearing your mouth away from hers and filling it with my cock.”

She shuddered against him. “Please.”

“Fuck!” Stephen broke away from her and she felt his absence like an ache. “Take that off and get on your knees, Natasha.”

“Yes, sir.” She stepped out of her bikini bottoms and dropped to her knees without hesitation. She couldn’t think about anything but giving him what he wanted. What she wanted.

When she licked her lips, he groaned and tangled his hands in her curls. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Pleasure warmed her like a shot of whiskey, heating her limbs, and she smiled up at him.

He shook his head. “So beautiful.”

Letting her go again, he walked toward the bed, leaving her shaking on the floor.

She frowned. Wasn’t he impatient for her? God knew she was impatient for him. Where was he going?

He opened the small chest in the corner and chuckled as he pulled out one package after another. “I saw all this earlier. The Burkes are thoughtful hosts, you have to give them that.”

Tasha watched curiously. She’d been to enough of these parties to know there could be just about anything in that chest.

“I think these will do.” He walked behind her, and when she started to turn, he said, “Don’t move until I tell you.”

He dropped to his knees behind her and tore open the packages. What kind of toys had he chosen?

As if he’d heard her, Stephen said, “This plug promises hours of enjoyment. We’re expected downstairs soon, but I’d rather test this out on you. What do you think?”

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