Bryanna Stabler needs a diversion of the sexual persuasion. Worn out from months on the campaign trail, she’s willing to risk her reputation by hooking up with her boyfriend, Alexi Bolshenski, in an out of the way motel. A meeting that will rock her world in more ways than one.
Is it possible that Alexi Bolshenski, the last Maltese Tiger, has finally found his life mate? If the desire he feels for her is an indicator, yes. One man stands between him and performing the mating. Her influential father.
Bryanna Stabler checked her reflection in the mirrored elevator doors one last time. She shrugged at her ensemble of black a-line skirt that brushed the tops of her knees and conservative white blouse.
Not much I can do about it. It’s not like I planned on meeting Alexi for a tryst while on the campaign trail.
A small smile lifted the corners of her ruby-tinted lips. Beneath her clothes was her sexiest set of underwear—ivory on white floral print bra, matching panties, garter belt and hose. Alexi loved it when she wore a lacy garter, especially if the attached hose ended in a pair of red stiletto heels.
Her gaze lifted to the illuminated numbers while a throb pulsed deep in the pit of her belly. Wetness moistened her feminine folds.
God knows I need this. Worn out from the long days of stomping from coast to coast for her father, she blew out an exhausted sigh. Flipping over the key-card in her hand, her heart rate accelerated as the lift crept up floor by floor. I can’t wait to see what you have planned.
Although still somewhat stunned by Alexi Bolshenski’s surprise invitation to join him for dinner and a dessert of the sexual persuasion, she was glad for the respite. Their six-month long love affair was heating up. Alexi knew exactly what she liked—to play the bad girl to his bad boy persona.
And Alexi was bad through and through. Notorious womanizer was how her mother described Alexi. Unacceptable was her father’s opinion of her boyfriend.
Bryanna considered tall, dark, and absolutely yummy Alexi hot, hot, hot.
So, she’d hidden their dalliances with coy excuses and outright lies. What they don’t know won’t hurt them.
Well, considering her father’s plummeting ratings in the popularity polls right now, what the press discovered might just kill his chances at the presidency. She’d be in the thick of it then.
Luckily, there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d be seen by a member of her father’s entourage or the press corps tonight. Nope, they were well on their way to Iowa and the next big town hall meeting.
Dear old dad finally told me to take a break. A giggle bubbled up in her throat, but she managed to swallow it at the same moment the bell dinged. She drank in a deep lungful of air and slowly exhaled. Squaring her shoulders, she strode out of the elevator and walked down the burgundy-colored carpet to Alexi’s room.
She stopped in front of room 713, pursed her lips, and followed his directions to walk in. The key-card slipped cleanly into the slot. Hearing the lock open, she pushed down the latch with her free hand.
The ding of the second elevator reaching the floor forced her to dash into the room. It was a knee-jerk reaction, but a part of being a Senator’s daughter, too. Since before she could remember, the news hounds had been hot for her ass. Hell, her first-day-of kindergarten picture had been clipped from the local newspaper. Her mother thought the framed article sitting on the living room mantle was funny. Bryanna considered it mortifying.
“Hello, Bry.” Alexi’s resonant bass voice brought her around. “I’ve missed you.”
Gulping against the desert dryness choking her breath, she slashed her gaze across the room. She found him sitting in a companion chair near a run-of-the-mill desk. The etched planes of his face were accentuated by the low glow emitted from the bedside lamp.
God, you are sexy.
Her nipples tightened to hard buds. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you.”
Rather than race to where he sat and rip his clothes from his body, she braced her weight against the door and reveled in the moment. Damn, he looked good enough to eat tonight. Decked in a loose-fitting shirt that accentuated the width of his broad shoulders and jeans which showed off his muscular thighs, he ought to come with a warning label: ”Danger, this man will make you do things you never dreamed of.”
She checked herself and her thoughts. “You took an awfully big risk coming here,” she said.
“You mean you took the risk by accepting my invitation.”
A blush heated her cheeks. Aware she’d smacked his masculine ego when she told him they couldn’t be seen in public, she wondered for the fiftieth time if she shouldn’t have broken it off. Well, at least until the campaign was over. Whether or not her parents approved, there was no way she was giving him up for the long haul. She loved him and as soon as her father called it quits, she was going to let Alexi know. “Let’s not fight. Not tonight, Alexi.”
“Fine.” He rose to his impressive height. “The cable news stations are saying if your father doesn’t win Iowa, his run will be over,” he said as he strode toward her. A shiver raced the length of her spine when he leveled his palms on the door and leaned down. “Is this true?”
“I don’t want to talk about the campaign,” she whispered against his lips. “God, I need you to fuck me.”
“Your wish is my command, love.”
From the first touch of his lips on hers, she succumbed to his spell. Wanton desire flowed through her system. “Yes,” she murmured.
He planted her to his hard frame. Even through their clothes she felt his erection tightening his jeans. His grip slid down her arms to tighten around her wrists.
“I like it when you’re rough with me.”
A low growl rumbled in his chest. Pinning her wrists in one of his and above her head, he took her lips in another crushing kiss. He palmed her breast before caressing a hot path down her side to gather her skirt.
She sensed he held his desire and his strength in check. Licking his lips, she moaned when his hard grip shifted to her ass. Their tongues dueled. His tongue thrusting and retreating while he pushed her legs apart with his thick thigh. He ground his jean-clad leg against her crotch. Heat pooled in her panties.
“I want you so damn bad,” he rasped once he’d lifted his head. Plastered to his body, her pussy pulsing, she wanted him deep inside her, thrusting, driving all the stress from her life in the way only he could. And she needed him now.
“I can smell your heat.” His shoulders lifted and fell on his next breath. “Purr for me, Bry.”
She smiled. “I’d rather scream your name.”
His laughter only served to ratchet up the heat flowing between them. “Tonight, you’ll purr,” he told her. Waltzing her across the room, he eased her down on the bed.
The cheap comforter felt rough against her sensitive skin. Pulling his shirt up, her hands drifted across the ridged muscles of his chest. She gazed deeply into his fathomless sky-blue eyes. An apology sprang to her lips. She’d treated him badly and all for her father’s fucked up political aspirations.
I love you.
Her heart swelled in her chest when he laid a kiss to her forehead. “I’m sorry about what I said. My father can take a flying leap off the Capitol rotunda. You mean more to me than the stupid campaign,” she rambled.
“Shh,” he whispered. “No talking shop—remember?” He levered his body up until he stood staring at her.
“See something you like?” Stretching her arms over her head, she arched her back. Through the veil of her lashes, she shivered when he pulled his shirt over his head. The acre of tan skin he revealed made her gulp against the knot of lust growing in her throat. The tattoo on his left pec stared back at her. It was a wild cat surrounded by a frame of thorns. She recalled her mother’s reaction to learning about the ink; she went ballistic.
“Only all of you,” came his sultry response. “I’ll start by undressing you. Then, after I’ve explored your body with my hands, my lips, I’ll spread your gorgeous long legs and lick your sweet pussy.”
She sucked in a gasp, her heart pounding in her chest. “Oh God.” The words slipped from between her parted lips. She reached for him.
“Not yet,” he told her. “I’ve brought you a surprise.” He reached under the bed and pulled out two good-sized boxes. “Tonight, you’ll wear this.” His fingers drummed over the cardboard tops.
“Don’t do this to me, Alexi. I want you.” God, how I hate it when you do this to me.
She also knew this was a prelude to get her in ”bad girl” mode. Bad she could handle. As horny as she was, though, she needed him to get her over the proverbial hump. And there was a quick, easy way to achieve her goal. Tease him with a bit of self-satisfaction. Tempt him out of his omnipresent attitude. Give him a show meant to make him crazy for her.
“Master, I need you.” Without a blink, she fell into her role as his sex slave. A part he had introduced her to and which she found both intriguing and highly satisfying. She slid her panties down her hips and across her thighs then kicked them off. She spread her legs wide and allowed her fingers to roam across her disheveled clothes to find her feminine hot spot. Her finger flicked across her clit. She was about ready to thrust her forefinger into her channel when he stopped her with a growl.
“Enough, slave.” His hand went to his belt buckle.
She could sense he was at the end of his patience. A small, devilish smile twitched at the corners of her lips.
“You’ll do as you are told.”
“I thought you wanted me to be bad for you,” she cooed in a seductive voice.
“I want you on your knees, sucking my cock.”
That’s more like it.
“But not before you change into your new ensemble.” He reached over and rapped his knuckles on the wall.
Bryanna’s head jerked to the door leading to the adjoining suite. “What the fuck?” she muttered when Alexi’s friends walked in.
Donatello Melchior was a man who she could really get into. He had the face of an angel and, if gossip was to be believed, could fuck with the best of them.
By contrast, Simon Burke was a bit of a tawny haired enigma. She didn’t trust him, and his demeanor never failed to remind her of a grumpy bear who had awoken from his hibernation early.
More telling was the men’s nonchalant stances. The way they carried themselves informed her that her lover was about to push the limits of her bad girl persona to the extreme.
Am I game? Hell, yes.
“They were a part of the surprise.” Alexi nodded toward his friend. “Now, I want you to go into the bathroom and change your clothes. When you get back, we’re going to give you the ride of your life.”
She was having none of it. Her fingers slid easily into her pussy. A long, low moan burst from her throat. On the verge of telling him she didn’t need him or his friends to get off, Bryanna was stunned when Donatello pulled her hand away from her cunt and held both her wrists over her head.
“You know better than to disobey me,” Alexi stated crisply. “You’ll do as I say.”
“Jesus, Alexi.” Her hips bucked as Simon gripped her left leg and Alexi took her right. “What do you want from me?” She moaned when Alexi’s strong hand stroked down her thigh to tease her slick folds.
“Absolute compliance,” Donatello answered her.
Sliding her gaze to the chiseled planes of Alexi’s face, she saw him nod. “Masters?”
She’d never considered multiple partners before, but she didn’t want to reject the notion outright. Fuck, it might be nice to have one guy pummeling her pussy while another stroked her ass. Her pussy clenched with the first twinges of her orgasm. Alexi pulled his hand back. A scream of frustration gathered in her throat, but she managed to swallow it.
“Yes, Masters. Whatever you want.”
They released her. “Get changed,” Alexi ordered.