AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I whimper, having never felt so safe and secure. I feel like I am floating.
“Yes, you do,” a voice says from close by, and we pull apart suddenly to find Eddie standing in the hallway a few feet away with a wicked smirk on his face.
I gasp in surprise and Harrison growls in warning, the sound traveling up my chest and making my nipples peak.
“I thought you left already?” he grumbles, his hold on me loosening, and I want to bury my head in my hands, knowing that I have embarrassment written all over my cheeks. I look around, not seeing anyone else and again looking at Eddie eyeing us both, his gaze dancing in delight before he says his goodbyes and struts away.
The realization of what we just did now filters in my mind. There was a line. We both knew it and we crossed it. There is no going back now. The understanding of what my life is now going to be like sits heavy. It is going to be increasingly hard to try to remain strictly professional around him until the elections. It might be the hardest job I have ever had to do. But I will. I made my choice, and I don’t regret it.
Harrison’s hands drop from my body, the two of us aware that if the gossip websites got wind of Harrison being romantic with one of his staff members, it would not only make headline news, but could jeopardize his chances of him becoming governor, regardless of if I am a temporary secondment or not.
Were we stupid to kiss? Absolutely. Would I do it again? Without hesitation.
“You ready?” he asks, looking down at me like he wants to devour me whole, his gaze making me feel giddy with excitement.
“I’m ready,” I say, smiling, and his own lips quirk as his eyes glisten in delight.
My heart skips as his hand takes position at my lower back, and we walk out of the venue behind Eddie through a back entrance, where no one can see us.
16
HARRISON
Holding her hand in the lift is pure torture. But I remind myself that I am a fucking gentleman, despite the desire swirling in my body that makes me want to rip her clothes off right here, right now.
My commitment for no distractions during this campaign flew out the window weeks ago, because my mind has been consumed by the beautiful woman whose hand I am holding for almost every minute of every day since I saw her again in D.C. I clench and unclench my other hand, pulling on my restraint like never before to ensure I do this right with her. When, really, all I want to do is push her up against the lift wall, get on my knees, lift her dress, and put my face between her fucking outstanding legs. I crack my neck to keep myself standing still, as I see the lights in the lift move up to my penthouse at what feels like a snail’s pace.
If I am honest with myself, bringing her onto my team was an impulse. I saw her, I wanted her, and I had to have her. But seeing how well we work together, it is like she is an extension of me, and when I saw her tonight, all bets were off. There was no way I could keep my hands to myself any longer. PH lights up on the wall, and when the lift opens to my penthouse floor, I barely have her inside my private residence before my lips find hers again.
“Harrison,” she says breathily as I capture her lips in mine, tasting her, my tongue swirling with hers. I can’t get enough.
“You look fucking incredible in this dress,” I groan against her lips, my hands running up and down her perfect body, wanting to memorize her curves.
“All thanks to you,” she murmurs, as my lips leave hers momentarily, and I dive into the crook of her neck, licking and savoring her skin, her signature rose aroma now my favorite scent. Her head falls back, opening herself to me, as her hands reach up and dive into my hair, gripping and pulling, massaging my scalp, and I fucking love it.
“I feel like I have been waiting forever for you,” I say honestly. The last few weeks have felt like years, waiting for the moment I’d finally get to kiss her. Oscar was right. She has been a distraction, and now I am diving headfirst into her.
“But what about the campaign…” she says, bringing it back to reality. “I don’t want us to be an issue.” My lips find hers again, and she whimpers against me, kissing me back with just as much passion. Pulling away, I take a breath and try to ease her worries.
“We will keep us private, until we know what this is. But, to be honest, Beth, I don’t know how I am going to work with you and not touch you. I already need a medal for my self-control up to this point.” I huff a laugh and smile, which she returns.
“Okay, we will keep it between us...” she says as she lifts on her tippy toes and puts her lips on mine again, and that is all the invitation I need.
“I want to rip this dress from your body,” I groan. I have waited so long to make her mine. I still remember that first time I saw her, mopping up the spilled champagne from my shoes. I must have looked like a total asshole watching her do it, but I was mesmerized. Trying to erase the memories of her eyes has been a daily activity for me since then, and now that I have her in my arms, I am not going to let her go.
“Don’t you dare!” she scolds me. “The zipper is at the back, it is too beautiful to rip.” And I don’t hesitate. My hands move around the back of her dress, where I find the zipper and I pull it down, feeling the soft skin of her back and her ass as much as I can with the action.
I step back and see her swallow, and I don’t know how, but I wait, patiently, for her to do the rest.
“Let me look at you,” I say, my voice pained. I am rock hard and still fully clothed, but I want to see what is underneath this dress more than anything else. She is a little tentative at first, but slowly, she shows me. She lowers the dress from her shoulders and lets it fall from her voluptuous figure, the material skimming her skin before falling to the floor, puddling at her feet.
“Fucking beautiful.” Her cheeks pinken at my compliment, and I step forward and pick her up.
“Harrison!” she squeals in my arms as I carry her bridal style, and I walk her down the hall to my bedroom, leaving her dress on the floor near my front door.
“Harrison! Put me down!” She laughs, wriggling in my arms.
“Fine!” I say as I throw her onto my bed before I rip my tie off and pull my jacket from my shoulders.
