The bathroom, as expensively appointed as the rest of thisplace, is empty, thank God.I can collect my frazzled thoughts in quiet.I’malso wet and uncomfortable.As I turn to head into a stall,hewalks in.
“Ethan!”I exclaim.
I can’t believe he followed me in here!He turns the lock onthe door, staring into my eyes.As he walks toward me, he brings his fingers upto his nose—the same two fingers he just had inside me.He backs me up againstthe counter, and his proximity increases my heart rate.I look up into hisintense chocolate eyes, my breathing shallow.How the hell does he do this tome?
“You smell so good.I decided I just have to get a taste.”Grabbingmy waist, he deposits me on the sink, stepping between my legs.“This dressturned out to be a good thing after all,” he says with a smile.
Slipping his hand beneath it, he pushes the sides apart andkneels before me.Over his shoulder goes my leg and between my legs goes hishead.When his tongue touches my clit, it rips a moan from my throat.Heanswers with one of his own, the sound sending little bursts of pleasurethrough my body.I press my palm into the mirror as he sucks on my clit.
“Ethan….”
His fingers sink into my thigh, and I cover his hand withmine.He interlaces our fingers, doing terribly sinful things with his tongue.Catchingmy lips between his, he pulls gently then releases them.He moves down, his stifftongue sliding inside me as he pulls me forward.
“Oh, my God!”
“Not God,” he growls.
I moan, squeezing his fingers between mine.“Ethan!”
“That’s right.”
I feel that familiar, heavy feeling in the pit of my stomachand thrust my hips toward him.He intensifies his movements, licking harder,faster.
“Fuck!”
He swirls his tongue, prolonging my orgasm.Giving in to thetenderness of my clit, I slide back on the counter, retreating from his tongue.Breathing heavily, I stare at him in astonishment as he rises, wiping his lips.He stands before the mirror, smooths his hair, and straightens his bow tie.
“That’s two.”
He walks out, leaving me staring at the door in disbelief.Whatthe hell did I get myself into?
***Ethan***
“Ethan, great job on the capture of Croger the other day,”Mayor Burton says.“How did you do it?”
“Just followed up on a good lead.”
“I think it pretty much cements your place in the nextelection.”
“Well, I hope I won’t be judged on that single act but on mywork throughout the years.”
“Absolutely, but it doesn’t hurt.”
I think most men would envy my position—rubbing elbows withthree mayors and various members of the so-called social elite.Me?All I wantto do is take my woman home and fuck her all night.Is there something wrongwith that?I glance in the direction of the bathroom, and I see her standingthere, searching the faces of the crowd.Our eyes meet and her smile answers myquestion with a resounding “no.”There is absolutely nothing wrong with that.Iwatch her as she makes her way to me, walking as if she glides on the wings of angels.She takes my arm, flashing her dazzling smile to my companions.
“Hello.”
“Well, hello there,” Max says.“Ethan, who’s this?”
Here we go.I wrap a possessive arm around her waistand pull her close.“Max Ramos, Stan Finch, Mike Dresden, Mayor Whitley, andMayor Chandler… Meet Casey Bryan.Casey, you already know Mayor Burton.”
“Pleasure to meet you, gentlemen.”
“I think I speak for all when I say the pleasure is ours.”
I shoot Max a look of warning.He smiles and elbows Stan inthe side.So they mean to tease me?
“Where did you find this enchanting young lady?”Stan joinsin.
