a sheet.
Their hips continued to rock back and forth together, two bodies acting with one motion, even as her eyelids fluttered and she cried out.
With one final burst of energy, she began thrusting her hips upward uncontrollably, moving what little she could, feeling her consciousness slowly fading as the pleasure became almost unbearably intense.
“Oh, God.” Her voice was but the murmur of a whisper. “Oh, Godddddd…”
He pounded all the harder, faster, with a rhythmic insistence. She relinquished herself to it, letting her body melt into his, feeling the warm press of his hands on her throat.
“Oh, Godddddd…”
She kicked him, her secret signal to him that the time was now upon her. He accelerated one final time, thrusting against her with a growing urgency until he felt the arch of her back and the trembling of her body that told him that she had climaxed. A second later, he released her throat.
After it was all over, he untied her hands and she tumbled into his arms, coughing and gasping and crying all at once.
“Oh my God, Jason. That was…that was like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”
“Good, baby. I’m glad.”
“How-” she said breathlessly, still gulping for air. “How do you do it? Time and time again.”
He pressed her head against his chest. “I know my lady.”
“You do?”
“Oh, yes. My Belinda likes a bit of danger. A lot of danger. Parking garages where anyone might walk in. Spankings that you can’t control and can’t stop. Erotic asphyxiation.”
“That felt so…intense.”
“People feel the most powerful orgasms when they’re on the brink of death. Asphyxiation stimulates sexual excitement. It’s a scientific fact. That’s why hanged men often die with a hard-on.”
“How do you know these things?”
“Call it a hobby.” He brushed his hand softly against her raven hair. “Are you going to be all right?”
“Oh, God yes. God. Yes.”
He took her head in his hand and gently raised her chin. “You seem as if you have something on your mind. Any regrets?”
“The only thing on my mind is-how long before we can do it again?”
They lay in bed together, naked, Belinda drifting gently in and out of sleep. “My God,” she murmured. “If the girls at Bryn Mawr could see me now.”
“They’d probably want to join you for a menage a trois.”
She slapped him on the shoulder. “You are so naughty.”
“And you love it.”
“Yes,” she said, rubbing her naked leg against his thigh. “I do.”
“Don’t start anything,” Jason said, still staring at the papers in his lap.
“You like your work more than you like me.”
“Obviously not. Since I’m not only not doing what my boss told me to do, but screwing his wife.” He kissed the top of her head. “Give a guy fifteen minutes to recharge, okay?”
“Fifteen minutes? You’re getting old.”
“Compared to whom? Your husband?”
“Mmm. Good point. Speaking of whom-is there any chance he might make a surprise early trip home?”
“None. I set his schedule, remember? He’ll be at Homeland Security all day.”
“Doing what?”
“Don’t ask me. It’s very hush-hush. Even before the Oklahoma City attack, he was spending an inordinate amount of time up there. And now with this amendment in the air, they have even more to talk about.”
She snuggled closer, glancing with blurry eyes at the papers he was reading. “Whatcha reading?”
“This is some fascinating research I found on the Internet.”
“About the amendment?”
“About how to make ricin poison.”
Her spine suddenly stiffened. “You were serious.”
“Damn right I was serious. Do you know how easy this stuff is to concoct? You can buy the ingredients at the grocery store. The chemistry isn’t that complex, either.”
“And you learned this on the Internet?”
“Hey-it’s not just for terrorists anymore.”
They both laughed over that one.
“Jason,” she said quietly, after the merriment faded. “I’m-I’m not sure I really want you to do this.”
He put his papers aside and stared at her with an expression that indicated little patience for this conversation. “Well, there are two problems with that. First, you do want it-you just don’t want the guilt attendant to admitting that you want it.”
“That’s not true.”
“Of course it is. Are you seriously suggesting that you want to go back to a sexless, loveless life with that old codger? Living off the paltry allowance he gives you? No, you don’t. And secondly-this is not something I’m going to do. It’s something we’re going to do.”
“I-I wouldn’t know how.”
“It’s simple enough. I’ll mix up the ricin. You get it on your husband’s mail and make sure he’s the one who opens it.”
“Isn’t there a simpler way?”
“Of course there is. There are a million simpler ways to kill someone. But anytime a married person gets murdered, the police immediately suspect the spouse. And nothing personal, but I’m not sure that blue-blooded etiquette-school training prepared you for third-degree questioning by the D.C. cops. So we need to do it in a way that looks like something you couldn’t possibly do, something that will be attributed to the same terrorists who took out Senator Hammond.” He smiled. “Ricin-laced letters. It’s a classic.”
She stared at him long and hard. “You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?”
“Haven’t you?”
“Well…”
“You haven’t considered how nice it would be to have a young lover without worrying about your rich and powerful husband finding out? You haven’t contemplated the pleasure of having all that money you’ll inherit to yourself, of being able to spend it as you wish?”
“Won’t you be out of a job?”
“Not unless I want to be. At least half a dozen of your hubby’s colleagues have tried to steal me away. But I really don’t plan to be a chief of staff all my life.”
She placed her hand on his hairy chest. “You want to run for office, don’t you?”
“Doesn’t everyone in this town? And with your money-I’ll be able to do it.”
“You think you could win.”
“I think I’ll be invincible. I know the Senate better than anyone. Know all the right people. Know what I have to say and do to get the big contributions from the PACs and the lobbyists. And I’ll have a really hot ex-senator’s wife who’s willing to do anything for me.”
She pushed herself up on her elbows. “You presume a good deal! Maybe I don’t want to play a part in this twisted scheme.”
“Or maybe you do. Maybe you’re just playing hard to get in the hopes that I’ll go down on you.”
“Jason!”
He laid his papers on the floor and rolled over. “Don’t bother. I know what you want.” He sighed. “Back to the salt mines.”
“Jason!”
He dove under the covers and went to work.
“Jason. Jason, listen to me. I just don’t know if…” But a second later he made contact and she lost whatever objection she had considered lodging. She liked the way he made her feel. She never got enough of it. She would do
