in his arms, spinning her around on the floor before unzipping the back of her skirt. “Remember what I told you about talking too much?”
“Not really. I try not to let you get in a word edgewise.”
He let the skirt fall to the floor and patted her ass gently. “Maybe this powerful man needs to remind you that sometimes you need to hush and let him do his job.”
“Do I have to call you Mr. Governor in bed?”
He turned her around. “Not unless you want to. And I bet you want to.”
“Maybe after the inaugural.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “I meant what I said tonight, Jack. I am so proud to be your wife.”
One of the many things she whispered into his ear while she was trying not to get too weepy. She was proud, she was happy, she would follow him anywhere, she was so goddamn glad that the campaign was finally over. He laughed at the last one. Caroline hoped that would be the image on the front of all the papers tomorrow morning: photographic confirmation of John McIntyre reveling in a hard-fought, joyous victory.
Jack smiled. “I know. But I still like when you tell me.”
Caroline yanked his suspenders down and unbuttoned his shirt. “It’s been a good night, huh?”
He undid his cufflinks and let the shirt slide down his arms, then removed the white t-shirt underneath. “Indeed it has. About to get better, I hope.”
She knelt down to work on his pants. “You bet it will.”
“I haven’t taken off all your clothes yet.” Jack preferred that she get naked first so that he could take advantage of her. She generally wasn’t one to complain.
“Plenty of time for that,” she said absently, unzipping his fly.
“Caroline-”
She sighed, tugging his pants and boxers down. “What’s the problem now?”
“I don’t think-”
Her aggressiveness wasn’t ramped up nearly enough. If she was going to maximize the experience tonight, she’d have to up her game. She rose to her feet. “Get on the bed.”
“What?”
She shoved him in the chest, gently. For now. She’d get rougher if she had to. “Lie down. Arms above your head.”
He sucked in a breath, his abs tightening. A glorious sight. She’d aroused his curiosity. Good. It pleased her even more when he actually did what she said, stretching out naked and magnificent on top of the sheets. Except he was still wearing his socks. Jack had the habit of wearing disgustingly old socks, and she hassled him constantly for it.
She took each sock off one by one. “Now that you’re a big important governor, will you finally wear those new dress socks I got you?”
“My socks are fine,” he said, eyeing her breasts.
He said that every time she brought it up. “They’re gross.”
He reached for her and she leapt off the bed. “No one sees them,” he said. “I could have left them on.”
“Not if you want to get laid. I’m all for acting out notable porn scenes but I’m not fucking a man wearing holey socks.” Caroline scanned the room. So many possibilities. What a time to leave the handcuffs at home. Inspired, she grabbed his suspenders off the floor and straddled him on the bed, grabbing his wrists. “Are you up for something different?”
He had to know what was coming. And he was curious, but not necessarily eager. “Fucking try me,” he rumbled.
Caroline weaved the suspenders in and out of the wooden slats of the headboard, securing his wrists to the bed. “You’re going to learn what it’s like to lose control.” She rocked back against his cock, which was half erect. She’d remedy that situation soon enough.
He closed his eyes. Jack would never admit whether he enjoyed himself in this sort of situation, but any questions on that topic would soon be rendered moot. She kissed her way down his abdomen until she reached his erection, full and exquisite. That hadn’t taken long.
“Do you like being tied up?” she asked.
Jack shifted in his restraints. “Not particularly.”
“Your body tells a different story.”
“My dick was like that before you lashed me to the bed.”
She ran her tongue around the head of his penis, stroking his shaft with her hand. “You’re a liar,” she whispered.
He pushed his hips up in what proved to be a fruitless thrust, and she sat back on her knees.
“Did you want something?” she asked sweetly.
“Untie me.”
“No.”
He was practically growling at her. “Untie me so I can fuck you.”
Caroline ran her tongue up and down his cock, kissing the head. “So impatient,”