planned to say during her time at the podium. “You and Daniel have fun finding tasteful gifs on Tumblr,” she told him.
He just laughed.
* * * * *
They behaved themselves when it came to alcohol, with only three drinks between them by the end of the night. Caroline spoke to as many younger men as possible, hoping that Jack was keeping an eye on her. The men all laughed at her jokes and enjoyed her sports small talk. Several of them appeared to be quite pleased that her husband was on the other side of the room while they were chatting. Fools, the lot of them. She’d never cross the line, and Jack knew that.
Half of the attendees at this sort of thing were concerned more about snapping a photo or indulging in the cult of personality, and nothing beyond that. Not the issues. Not the ideals. Caroline tried not to dwell on it because part of her did enjoy the superficiality, much as she hated to admit it. She liked working a crowd and knew that people were drawn to her charisma. A nice gift to have, though it sometimes made her feel a little frivolous. But she always made it clear through her body language and tone of voice that she was a harmless flirt. And Jack made it clear that he was fun but possessive. Caroline chatted up a number of random young men anyway, with the knowledge that Jack was watching her every move.
They rode the elevator up to their room in silence, although Jack’s firm hand on the back of Caroline’s neck and his harsh breath in her ear made it clear where the rest of the night was headed. She wanted to beg him to start touching her in the elevator but she knew he wouldn’t do it. It was hard to stay quiet but verbalizing her demands would only make it worse for her later.
As soon as they got into the suite Jack pulled Caroline into the bedroom and forced her up against the wall.
“How many men did you flirt with tonight?” he asked, his hands roaming under the bottom of her dress. He forced her legs apart with his knee and started teasing her through her underwear with his fingers. It was unbearable.
“I don’t know,” Caroline gasped. “Maybe five?”
Jack bit her earlobe and continued to stroke her. She couldn’t hide the evidence of her desire. Her underwear was soaked through and he smiled against her ear. “What could you have possibly been thinking about during that elevator ride? You spoiled your panties,” he whispered roughly. “And it was much more than five. Try again.”
“Eight?” She moved her hips toward his hand.
He pulled back, ever so slightly. “Your math skills are seriously lacking. And you’ve been very, very naughty.”
The game was off to an intense start. He slid his finger back and forth over her wet underwear, smiling at her the entire time.
“Please, Jack,” Caroline stammered. “I can’t – how many?”
He squeezed her ass with his hands, letting her feel his cock against her hip. “Twelve. Maybe more. Those were just the ones I kept track of. I’m sure there were many more than that.”
“It couldn’t have been that many,” she said, as he pushed her back up against the wall.
He wrapped his hands around the back of her head. “Are you calling me a liar?”
“No,” she said urgently. “No, I’m not.”
“Why do you throw yourself at all those men, baby?” He gripped her hair in his hands, and she winced in pain.
Oh, fuck. Part of her wanted him to pull back a little but a larger part wanted to see where this was going. “I don’t know.”
“You do know. Why?” He started teasing her through her underwear again. “Tell me,” he ordered.
“I-” She started grinding her hips against him, clinging to his shirt, wanting more. Much, much more. “Oh, Jack. Please.”
He pulled his hand back and grinned. “I like when you beg.” He grabbed her jaw between his thumb and forefinger, pushing her back against the wall. “Why do you spend all that time at fundraisers trying to disgrace me?”
She could barely speak. “Because-”
“Because what?” He shoved his hand down her panties and rubbed her clit.
Because of this. Because she could. Because he’d fucking do whatever he wanted to her and she to him, and they’d both always come back for more.
“Because I like pissing you off,” she choked out.
“And why is that?” He tore at the top of her dress and