Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
“Texas. Texas College of Arts and Design to start with,” he says surprising me. “This is going to be a nonstop whirlwind. Neither of you has any scandals, except for Chase. The one thing that you share. We think we can use this to our advantage.
“We aren’t using our son to garner votes,” I finally say.
“Exactly,” Malcolm says.
“Then we have to come up with something.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know yet, let me think on it.”
“You do that. What’s next?”
“Houston.”
We run through the entire itinerary for the next seven days. Tonight the Baltimore Chamber of Commerce is hosting a dinner in our honor. I worked with them a lot when I was the mayor. The $10,000 a plate dinner is for charity. We couldn’t say no. Not that I would have.
“Thanks, everyone. That’ll be all for today. I have to get ready for this dinner. Malcolm, the car will pick you up at seven-thirty,” I say before grabbing my purse and leaving the room.
I stand outside of my townhouse in Wyndhurst, the neighborhood I grew up in. My Secret Service agent, Collins, advised against waiting out here for the car, but I insisted. I need the air. Within a few minutes, the car pulls up. Malcolm gets out. He looks so good in his grey suit. His tie is crooked, so I take it upon myself to straighten it.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he says and I laugh.
“Ma’am? That’s a bit formal for us, don’t you think?”
“Not at all. You are essentially my boss,” he says.
“I don’t want to be your boss, Malcolm.”
“Then you shouldn’t have asked me to be your VP,” he says, taking my hand to help me into the car. He climbs in beside me and then we are off. We are alone in the backseat of the limo. Collins climbed in front with the driver. I know two SUVs are following us, as well as the one in front. All three are full of agents. “You look beautiful.” He’s staring straight ahead.
“Is that any way to talk to your boss?” I ask, reaching out to touch his knee.
“Larissa, I am trying to be a good man, but I am hanging on by a thread.” His hand reaches out and grips mine. He drags my hand to his cock and I can feel how hard he is.
“Oh, my,” I say.
“This is what you do to me. Every time I see you or think about you, this is what happens.” His lips are against my ear, his voice raspy and I feel it over every inch, every nerve in my body.”
“Kiss me, Malcolm,” I demand. He growls and takes my lips.
“I read your letters,” he says, breaking the kiss.
“Yeah?” I pant.
“Every single one of them. You didn’t share my pussy with anyone else. Ever. Do you know what that does to me?”
“No. Tell me.”
“It sets my soul on fire, Larissa.” My gasp turns to a moan as he touches my pushes my dress up then runs circles over my thigh with his calloused fingertips.
“Did you give my cock to another woman? Did you make her feel what I still feel?” I ask, needing to know. I won’t fault him if he did, but I don’t have to like it.
“No, my queen, I did not. There was none before or after you. My cock only has one home and it’s this cunt. This cunt right here,” he says running his fingers over my panty-covered pussy after roughing spreading my thighs apart.
“Malcolm,” I moan, as I come hard and fast. He didn’t even touch me, not really. His fingers over my panties shouldn't have made me come so much, but it did. “More.” My demand is not met. He removes his hand from between my legs and kisses me again.
“The car has stopped. We are here, but rest assured once this dinner is over, our night will have just begun.”
I nod because that’s all I can do. Then helps me out of the car. He doesn’t touch me again, as there are cameras everywhere, but he never leaves my side. I can’t wait for this to be over. I definitely can’t wait to see where the night takes us.
four
Malcolm
Somehow, I manage to make it through that dinner. It was tedious. Every time I looked over at her she was schmoozing some old man, but then she’d look at me and all I could think about was finding some dark closet to drag her off to, but that wouldn’t have been enough. It’ll never be enough.
Back in the limo, she sits stiffly beside me, but that doesn’t last long. The partition rolls down, silently, filling the car with the sound of her agent Collins talking through his headset.
“Where to ma’am?” the driver asks, interrupting the tension-filled silence in the back.
“Please take me home, Aaron,” she says.