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even the soft cashmere felt scratchy against my raw nipples. “Spread your legs and lift your ass.”
I followed his orders, laying my face against the blanket as he positioned himself between my legs. He poured a fat stream of wax across my ass cheeks and I gasped.
“Oh, god!” I cried, as the wax dribbled down my ass and the backs of my thighs.
I could feel him moving behind me and suddenly his tongue was in my crease as his finger worked my clit. His tongue licked and massaged my opening and I tried not to squirm. The sensation of both areas being stimulated at once was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
“Oh, Chase,” I whispered, trying not to raise my voice as I was still conscious of the open door leading to the balcony.
“Louder.”
“Oh, Chase!” I cried into the blanket bunched up beneath my head. “Don’t stop!”
“Louder!” he shouted, as my body quaked beneath him.
“Oh, Chase! CHASE! ” I screamed, as he stimulated me beyond orgasm. “Please stop.”
He didn’t stop. He continued stroking my clit until I came again, even harder. When he finally drew away, I collapsed onto the blanket shaky and exhausted. He laid his body over mine, brushed my hair aside, and kissed the back of my neck as I attempted to catch my breath.
“What if someone heard me?” I whispered, as his fingers traced the curve of my hip.
He kissed me behind my ear before he replied. “It was worth it.”
3
The knock on the door came just as I was slipping on my heels.
“Coming!” I shouted, and my heart raced as I approached the door of my hotel room.
I pushed the door open and found Teddy Holt standing before me in a crisp gray suit and no tie holding a copy of the L.A. Times . The headline read: UNDERWOOD’S TORRID AFFAIR WITH ESCORT.
“It’s show time,” he said, as he pushed his way past me into the hotel room.
He took a look around at the dozens of melted candles and wilted rose petals and didn’t even flinch. Teddy was only a few months younger than Chase. From what Chase had told me, they had shared a dorm together at Yale and had been best friends since. Teddy had handled all of Chase’s campaigns since he became Senator ten years ago at the age of thirty-two. It was no secret that Teddy intimidated everyone, but I’d been harboring a special kind of fear for him these past weeks. To see him standing before me as an ally brought forth a whole new set of emotions.
“Larissa,” he said, as he held the paper out to me. “It’s time to get this story straight, so it’s time for you to start paying attention.”
“I thought we were going to lunch to discuss this.”
“I said pay attention, Larissa. We’re getting our shit straight right now. There’s a pack of reporters at every hotel entrance. We’re not leaving here until you’re ready. You got it, sweetheart? This all hangs on you. It’s time to see if your acting skills are up to snuff. Can you handle that or am I wasting my fucking time?”
Fuck! I’m supposed to pretend I’m in love with this guy.
“Yeah, I can handle that,” I replied, as I snatched the paper out of his hand.
“Good. Now, you don’t have to read that shit because none of it’s true. The truth is Chase ordered you from Black Tie Escorts as a birthday present for me and you and I fell in love. You got it?”
I wanted to punch him in his perfectly chiseled, condescending face.
“You can stop asking me that. I’m not a fucking child,” I replied, and his mouth curled into an impressed half-smile.
“That’s good to hear because I hate kids,” he replied with a wink, and for a brief moment I could see what Katherine saw in him. “Are you taking mental notes? You’d better be taking mental notes, kid, because they’re going to be asking you these kinds of questions.”
And the moment passed. For the next two hours, Teddy grilled me on my past, present, and future. He wanted to know everything from my favorite color and food as a child to what I had for breakfast
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