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swallowed hard. If this was Kelly’s strategy, that would be just fine. “She’s always right about things like this. You leave the outreach to me. I do the groundwork. She always does the magic.” John threw his hands up.

    “Fine. Just fine. It’ll piss Janice Howell off, Kelly. Are you sure we want that?” She nodded, a gleam in her eye. She had her master plan. “Okay, okay. Kelly, if you’ll get the team ready for the speech this afternoon, I’d appreciate it. You can go. And, dammit, I guess, keep me informed about whatever woman it is you want me to be seen with.” Kelly stood up to go, and I followed her, looking down at my shoes.  

    “All right, boss.”

    “Sonia, you stay,” John said, reaching out and brushing me on the sleeve. The gesture was tender, awkward. “Please,” he added. Kelly looked back at us for a moment and then closed the door behind her. My pulse quickened, and I tugged at the bottom of my jacket, pulling it down over the waistband of my skirt. “You can sit down. Please.” I sank down into the chair where Kelly had been sitting, crossing my legs and leaning over my stomach. A wave of nausea hit me; I hadn’t been this close to John since the day he’d accused me of being a spy. I looked up at him.  

    “What? What do you want?”  

    “Why the tone? What is all this, Sonia? I thought we’d at least be… friends.”

    “You knew exactly what we were all along, John. I told you that what we had… it was just for one night. And when we discussed what I’d be doing with the campaign, I told you it was strictly professional.”

    “So you won’t mind when I start dating some woman Kelly picks out?”

    “No, why would I mind?” I glanced up at him. Those blue eyes were boring into me.  

    “I don’t know. Maybe I was hoping you would.” I rose from the chair, ready to bolt from the door as soon as he let me go. After all, I have an election to win. I don’t have time for this funny business.  

    “I don’t mind at all, John. In fact, I think it’s a marvelous idea.”

    “Really? A marvelous idea?” John rose and stood between me and the door.  

    “Absolutely,” I said, pressing my lips together and stepping to the side.

    “Then why do I want you so much?” He stepped toward me, and I backed up, my ass pushing into the wall behind me.  

    “That… that has nothing do with me,” I stammered. He lifted his hand to my cheek, brushing a stray curl behind my ear. My breath stopped in my throat, heat pouring through my core. Tilting my face toward his, he pressed his lips to mine, gently at first, and then harder, surer. His tongue glanced against mine, and I melted into him. He moved his hands down to my hips, squeezing hard before hiking up my skirt and running his fingers along the outside of my panties. My body responded with a quick rush of wetness. My center—the part of me that screamed to be loved and taken like a woman —screamed out, pulling for his body like a drug. I moaned, my legs parting as he hooked one thumb in the waistline and pulled my panties all the way off. They fell over my legs and down to my feet, and all at once my sex was throbbing, wet.

    “Doesn’t it?” he asked, moving his fingers to my clit and making one small circle over my sensitive flesh. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Your taste. The look on your face when you came.” He teased my clit again and then moved his fingers lower, slipping one inside and then pulling away. “Tell me you want me to stop thinking about you… and I’ll try, I swear.”

    “Don’t… stop,” I panted, taking his hand in mine and pushing his fingers deeper inside. His palm pressed against my clit, and he hooked his fingers, working my pussy slowly. I gasped as he pressed hard against my clit, moving his hand so that he could circle the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb.  

    “Maybe it’s best, best that you’re out of sight… Because whenever I see you, this is