“There was so much power in that room. Those men and women write laws and policies, and help our country.” Her eyes wide, she said, “Someone like me doesn’t see that very often.”
“You think men who deal in policies have power?” I asked, and she nodded. “You do realize I’ve helped turn policies into laws, right?” Another nod. “And I’m a man.” This time she bit her lower lip when she nodded. “So, since you’ve conceded that I’m a powerful man who can write policies, then I have one right now that I’d like to enforce.”
“What’s that?” she asked, her words a mere fraction above a whisper.
“That you’ll stay here tonight—with me. In my bed.”
“Is that a law?”
Her pupils dilated, making her eyes look even darker, and it was a miracle my pants zipper was able to contain my shaft, which was now as hard as stone.
“It is now,” I said, but didn’t wait for a response.
Instead I took her hand and led her into my bedroom, where moonlight streamed through my window, creating soft mood lighting. There I stopped and kissed her as my fingers found the hook that latched the dress around her neck. Our kiss broke long enough for me to slowly slide the fabric down her arms, exposing her naked breasts. I stepped back and took a moment to appreciate the beauty softly illuminated in front of me.
“Drake . . .” Her voice evaporated when my mouth covered hers once more.
Heat engulfed me as I caressed her bare skin. With a slow tempo, I skimmed the top of her beautifully formed breasts with my fingertips, starting at the top and circling them down the sides and back around. Her rose-colored nipples pebbled and my tongue was screaming for a taste, but that would come in time. When she tipped her head back and let out a sigh, I was sure I was about to lose it.
“Turn around.”
Ever so slowly, she turned until her back was to me. I pulled the tab of the zipper that started in the small of her back, crouched on one knee, and placed my hands on her hips. Her body quivered at my touch. With my eyes in line with her ass, I tugged her dress down until it pooled at her feet.
It was a good thing I was already on the floor, because I might have ended up there when I saw the tiny black lace thong, and the garter belt that was fastened to a sexy pair of sheer stockings. Top that erotic sight off with the killer red stilettos she was still wearing, and I was a goner.
Trying not to groan, I gently kissed the lower curve of one butt cheek and gave it a little nibble. When Lucy gasped, I told her, “You’re absolutely stunning.”
She didn’t speak, but her legs shifted as she clenched her thighs together.
My palms were having the time of their lives as they continued to explore and touch her. When they landed on her ankles, I lifted her feet one at a time so I could cast the gown aside, supporting her so she didn’t fall.
I rose from the floor and was finally back in front of her. Desire filled her eyes as I tipped her chin up and said, “I want to be with you, Lucy, and truly make you mine.”
Her lashes fanned her cheeks as she glanced down. “I want that too.”
Thank God she did, because I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. Lucy stood at the foot of my bed and bent over to take her shoes off.
“Let me do that,” I said, and she swallowed so hard it was slightly audible.
Crouching in front of her, I removed each stiletto one at a time. Her toned legs shifted, drawing my eyes to the point where her stockings were attached to the garter belt. After I slid the fasteners open on each side, I gingerly rolled each stocking down, first her left leg and then her right, and slipped them off her feet.
That done, I placed my lips on her thigh and gently sucked her soft skin at the same time I gripped the lace garter belt and unfastened it. Small goose bumps covered her body when I ran my knuckles down her legs.
“Drake.” She said my name in a breathless whisper that made my dick harden even more than it was.