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licked his lips and smiled. “You make a very delicious appetizer, Miss Jacobs. Just wait till you see what I have planned for the main course.”
I called down to room service to have them send up the wine and fruit at nine p.m. instead then I took my time getting ready. When I was satisfied with my understated makeup, I dressed up in the black lingerie I’d purchased for myself yesterday with my “incidentals” money. Though it was plenty warm outside in Baltimore in late August, I brought a trench coat for just this occasion. I got dressed in a conservative pantsuit and grabbed a few files out of my briefcase before I draped the trench coat over my arm and made my way to the penthouse.
I tried hard not to glance around the elevator for surveillance cameras. Chase said he knew what he was doing. I had to stop worrying. If we got caught, it would be the end of his career, not mine. In fact, it would probably propel me to some kind of celebrity status, which may actually give me a leg up when trying to secure acting roles.
But I didn’t want it to be over.
I checked the time on my phone and noticed a message from Chase.
Chase:
I’ll be there in fifteen.
Wait for me in the bedroom.
I tried not to imagine what would be happening in this bed tomorrow night as I laid on the bed that appeared to be suspended in midair. The bed wobbled a bit under my weight as I removed my stuffy pantsuit and tossed it behind the bed. I decided against the trench coat and instead laid myself out on the bed, waiting for him.
The crotch of my panties was already wet with anticipation of his arrival. The coolness of the linen felt good against my skin. I ran my hands over the comforter then my feet. The friction built between my legs as my feet skated across the fabric until I finally slid my hand inside my panties.
I massaged my clit gently, the way Chase had, and I imagined it was his hand on me. I cupped my breast with my other hand and squeezed my nipple, imagining it was his lips tugging on me.
“Oh, Chase,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”
I feathered my clit with gentle pressure, easing up as soon as I was about to come. I opened my eyes and Chase was standing at the foot of the bed watching me.
“Don’t stop,” he commanded, and I obeyed.
I continued almost bringing myself to climax then stopping. I turned onto my belly to give him a better view from behind and he stood rapt with attention at the foot of bed, never moving, never making a move to join me, though I could see the bulge of his erection.
Finally, I stood from the bed and grabbed his tie. “I want you to take me all the way there.”
He smiled as I sat back on the bed and pulled him toward me by the tie. “What’s the magic word?”
“Make me come, please, Mr. President.”
He gazed into my eyes for a moment before he hung his head.
“Wrong magic word? Should I have said ‘Sir’?” I asked, as I attempted to pull him on top of me, but he resisted.
“No. This is all wrong.” He sat up on his knees between my legs.
“Is the lingerie too much?”
He chuckled as he looked me over. “No, it’s this whole thing. Having you here the night before Katherine arrives.”
My heart dropped into my stomach as I realized I was about to get dumped.
“No, it’s not you,” he insisted, as he noticed the hurt expression on my face. “It’s me. I need….”
“To focus on the campaign. I understand.” I sat up, but he grabbed my arm to stop me.
“Please let me finish.” He waited a moment before he let go of my arm and continued. “I need to tell you something. I think… I’m falling in love with you.”
I closed my eyes for a moment as I processed these words. When I reopened them I expected to find myself back in my hotel room, waking from some crazy dream, but it wasn’t a dream. This was my life. The senator of California, and almost certain future president, was falling in love with me.
“Please say something.”
I stared at him for a moment, taking