a phone call with Greg. He hated being in the car with her when he hashed out campaign events, particularly when difficult topics were being discussed. Most of his discussions with his campaign manager seemed to involve negative press coverage. Greg couldn’t look her in the eye ever since he’d thoroughly examined (as Jack had put it) the footage from the hotel in Pittsburgh. Caroline had the sinking feeling that Greg now pictured her naked every time he saw her. She had yet to share this theory with Jack.
Her husband slid his phone into his jacket pocket and motioned for the driver to open the door. “Let’s go.”
She climbed into the back seat as delicately as possible. “Is everything okay?”
His voice was clipped. “Fine.”
Jack sat down beside her, loosening his tie. His good mood teetered on the edge. One phone call and her passionate speech to the press had been forgotten. She needed to get him to lighten up, and quickly. The security screen slid up as they pulled away from the hotel.
“What’s that for?” He gestured at the screen.
Caroline brushed back his hair and smiled at him. “Told the driver to take the long way home.”
He cleared his throat. “Why?”
Her smile grew wider. “Have you ever seen No Way Out?”
Jack slid a finger under his shirt collar. “Uh, a long time ago.”
She unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. “Is that better?”
He let out a slow breath. “Yes.” Whatever had temporarily driven him to anger faded away, replaced by curiosity.
“That’s so cute that you’re nervous,” she said. “The King of Seduction, worried about what would happen if he banged his wife in a limo.”
“You caught me off guard, sweetheart.”
“I thought you needed to relax a little. You seemed so stressed out a minute ago.”
“That moment has passed,” Jack said.
Caroline let her fingers drift from button to button. She would take her time with this part. “While I’m doing this, why don’t you check and see what’s in my purse?”
Jack unzipped the small black bag, pulling out a pair of panties. “Are these-?”
“No, Jack.” She tried not to laugh. “They’re someone else’s.”
“Is this why you took so long in the bathroom before we left?”
“Kind of.”
He tucked the underwear into an interior jacket pocket. “You gave that impassioned, serious, downright self-righteous statement to those reporters while you weren’t wearing any panties?”
She batted his hands down when he tried to reach around and unzip her dress. “Yup.”
She slid a hand beneath his undershirt and raked her fingernails down his bare chest. Jack groaned. “Jesus, woman.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I do, I do. I just – you never cease to amaze me.”
Caroline lifted up the shirt and kissed his chest. “I like to keep you on your toes.”
“You were incredible with them. You know that, right?”
“I was just being myself.”
Jack kissed her. “You’re so much more than that. I love you.”
“I love you too.” He still seemed preoccupied. “What did Greg want to talk to you about?”
“My campaign manager took issue with my assessment of your statement.”
Caroline smiled. Though he was a fantastic operative, Greg got too hung up on the small stuff sometimes. “You know what I think of that. Fuck him.”
Jack laughed. “I couldn’t agree more.”
She let one hand drift down his stomach, toward his belt. She loved his suspenders but on some occasions the belt was much more practical. She unbuckled it slowly, never breaking eye contact with him. She didn’t need him to take off his pants for this, but there was something about an undone belt and a disheveled dress shirt. Especially on her husband. So fucking sexy.
She slid to her knees on the floor. “There are other things I can do that are just as incredible. Do you know what I’ve always wanted to do to you in the back of a limo?”
He groaned as she started teasing his legs with her fingers, inching her way up his thighs. “I can take a haphazard guess.”
Caroline laughed softly and unzipped his pants. “I bet you’d be right.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to-”
“I want to.” She nuzzled his abs with her nose. “You look so sexy in this tuxedo. You should really wear it more often.”
Jack gripped the edge of the backseat as she tongued the area around his belly button. “I may sleep in it from now on.”
“Sometimes I love fundraisers,” she whispered, taking him in her mouth. She finally started to feel the effects of the shots she’d done with Tom. Christine would be less than pleased. Not only