“You want me to spank you?” His voice was so deep she had a hard time hearing him. “In front of people?”
“I’m a bad girl, Stephen. Everyone knows that and a few people at the party will know me. Which means they’ll be as surprised as I was to find out we’re an item. They wouldn’t believe you were really my lover if you didn’t know how to keep me satisfied. Keep me in line.”
His fingers were digging into her skin now, and she knew her words had hit their target. “Which part turned you on, Senator? The idea of spanking me or the thought of making me come in front of an audience?”
“Both. All of it. So much it should be disturbing,” he growled.
She was right there with him. “New plan. We’ll just have to find out the fun way what your turn-ons and limits are.”
“I’m close to my limit right now, Natasha Kathleen.”
His low warning went straight to her sex, made her edgy, craving the release only he could give her. “This is for a good cause, remember? Truth, justice and the American way?”
His fingers were underneath the slender strap of her thong and slipping through the wet lips of her sex before she could say another word. Her thighs tightened on his hand and she gasped. “What are you doing?’
“Spread your legs for the cause,” he ordered gruffly. “Or no more questions.”
Was he turning this around on her? She did as he said, moaning when he slid one thick finger inside. Oh damn, that felt good.
Wait, questions. She needed to ask him more questions. “When was the last time you had a woman spend the night here?”
“Two years ago,” he muttered. “She showed up on my doorstep, rode me like I was a carnival attraction and then slipped away while I was sleeping.”
She lifted her hips to meet his hand, her concentration fading fast. She was the last woman he’d had in his bed? It had been six months since he kissed her. Longer since he touched her like this. Not since last Christmas.
Maybe he met his other women at discreet hotels or in the bathroom stalls at the capitol building. There was no way to know. Just like there was no way for him to know how long it had been for her.
Despite her regular weekends at the club, she hadn’t had sex with anyone in more than seven months—not since the party where Owen had walked in on her, Jeremy and one of the coworkers from her annual catering gig for the LGBT parade brigade. That little blond could make a mean chutney, but she hadn’t realized until it was too late that he was a screamer…and that she hadn’t locked the door. Other than that? She didn’t want to think about how long it had been since she’d had sex with someone she wanted as much as she wanted Stephen.
Last Christmas.
She’d like to forget everything else and just enjoy what he was doing to her, but their mission was why she was here. He’d asked for her help. She had to remember that. Even when he was touching her like this.
“One more dating question,” she groaned. “Is there anyone I would be jealous of as your lover? Someone I should know about if her name is mentioned to test me?”
Stephen added a second finger to the first and she cried out in surprise at the stretch.
“Senator Lark has been pushing his daughter Veronica in my direction.” He spoke softly, his voice deep and husky with need as he focused on exploring her. “Those two have been showing up for photo ops everywhere I go and giving coy hints about a secret romance in interviews. God, you feel like hot silk on my fingers. Squeeze them again.”
Tasha pressed her forehead into the couch cushions. “We shouldn’t do this here. Brady should be back soon and we need to plan our—Stephen!”
He moved out from under her and got to his feet. When she looked up she could see his erection tenting his khaki pants. “I thought this was the plan. You’re supposed to be mine now, aren’t you? Someone I can have whenever I want.”
Despite his words, he grabbed her purse and then her wrist, pulling her roughly to her feet. “We’ll finish this where we won’t be disturbed.”
Chapter Five
His fingers were bruising and his pace was so swift she practically had to jog to keep up as they climbed the stairs. She wanted to smile at his impatience but she was too turned on to do more than struggle to keep up.
He tugged her into the room and slammed the door shut behind him, stalking her until she felt the back of the bed against her thighs.
Reaching out, Stephen closed both his fists around the fabric of her old, stretched-out top. She narrowed her eyes in warning. “Stephen…”