It Had To Be You

'We're Italian. He's with the mob, but nobody's supposed to know. Do you want to see one of his guns?'

'I'll pass on that.'

She shrugged and led him into another room, which was dark until she flicked the switch on a small desk lamp with a black paper shade. The light revealed that she'd chosen the study instead of a bedroom. A sleek black desk sat at one end in front of a set of bookcases. More pricey art hung on the walls, and plantation shutters covered the windows. She stopped between a mulberry leather sofa and matching club chair.

'You sure you don't want something to drink, Mr. Calebow?'

'I'm sure.'

She gazed at him for a moment, and then her hands went to the row of buttons on the front of her white blouse. One by one, she unfastened them.

'How 'bout you get rid of that gum for me.'

She walked over to the desk, her expression sulky, and removed the large pink wad from her mouth. Reaching past a stack of papers, she stuck it in a carved alabaster ashtray. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he saw her breasts as she leaned forward. The glow from the. desk lamp gilded her small nipples.

'Sit up on the desk, darlin'.'

The Spandex skirt rode high on her thighs as she eased her hips onto the front edge. She parted her legs, keeping the balls of her feet resting on the carpet.

He walked toward her, discarding the cummerbund of his tux. 'You're a pretty wild kid, aren't you?'

'Uh-huh. I get into a lot of trouble.'

'I'll just bet you do.' He slipped his hands beneath the school jacket and then under her blouse, pulling it from the waistband of her skirt. His big hand traveled upward along her spine and moved to the front. He cupped her small breasts and brushed her nipples with his thumbs.

Her hands moved to the slide on his zipper. For a moment she did nothing, and then she shivered. 'Tell me what you want me to do.'

'You seem to be doing real fine all by yourself.'

'Tell me, dammit!'

'All right, darlin'. Open my zipper.'

'Like this?'

'Just like that.'

'Now what?'

'Reach around a little bit and see if you can find anything that catches your interest.'

His breathing quickened as she followed his instructions to the letter.

'You're real big.' She cradled him in her hands as she arched her back so that her breasts were pressed deeper into his palms. 'I'm getting scared.'

'Oh, I'll take it real easy on you.'

'You will?'

'I promise.'

'It's okay if it hurts a little.'

'I wouldn't want to hurt you.'

'It's okay. Really.'

'If you say so.' He smelled bubble gum on her breath as he caught her by the knees and drew them upward, then braced her heels on the desk top. The skirt bunched across her stomach. He moved between her open thighs and slipped a finger inside her.

'Does that hurt?'

'Oh, yes. Yes! What are you going to do to me?'

He told her. Roughly. Explicitly.

Her breathing grew heavier and he could feel the heat of her skin. He pushed off her school jacket and, slipping his hands beneath her bare buttocks, lifted her from the desk. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ground her breasts against the tucks of his shirt front as he carried her to the big leather club chair. He settled into it and positioned her knees on each side of his hips so that she straddled him.

Her blouse hung open displaying breasts that were rosy from the abrasion of his shirt. Her splayed legs revealed the glistening thicket of curls between her thighs. He was throbbing, and he began to pull her down so she could take him, but she resisted.

'You're not going to spank me first, are you?'

He groaned.

'Are you?' she repeated.

He surrendered to the inevitable. 'Did you do something wrong?'

'I'm not supposed to let anyone in the house when my parents are gone.'

'I guess I'll have to whale you, then, won't I?'

'No, don't!' Her eyelids drifted closed with excitement.

He was ready to explode and no longer in the mood to play games. Making up his mind not to take long with this, he pushed her down over his lap and shoved her skirt all the way to her waist. With her buttocks bared to his gaze, he smacked the flat of his hand on her soft, round flesh.

He was a powerful man, but he carefully leashed his strength, giving her only a bit more than she wanted. She gasped and writhed beneath his blows, growing increasingly more excited.

As her buttocks took on a faintly rosy hue, he thought of all the trouble his ex-wife was causing him. The late- night phone calls when she ripped his character to shreds, the legal hassles, that newspaper interview.

'Ouch! That's too hard!'

Once again the flat of his hand connected with her tender flesh. 'Are you going to be good, darlin'?'

'Yes!'

'How good?'

'Ouch! Stop!'

'Tell me how good you're going to be.'

'Good! I'll be good, dammit!'

He spanked her again. 'No nasty little digs in the newspapers.'

'All right. Stop!'

'No more late-night harangues on the telephone.'

'You're ruining everything!'

He slipped his hand between her legs. 'I don't think so.' And then he lifted her.

She immediately impaled herself on him. 'You son of a bitch.'

He drove deep. 'That's right, I'm a son of a bitch.'

She rode him viciously. The phone on the desk began to ring, but they both ignored it. Harsh moans slipped from her throat as she grabbed his dark blond hair in her fists. He buried his face in her breasts while his fingers dug into her buttocks.

The ringing stopped and the answering machine clicked on.

She threw back her head and yelled as she shattered.

This is Valerie Calebow. I can't come to the phone right now. If you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

The machine beeped and then spoke. 'Congresswoman, it's Stu Blake. I'm sorry to be calling so late, but…'

The voice droned on.

With a groan, Dan spilled himself inside her. She slumped against him as the message came to an end.

Beep.

Chapter 4

Dan opened the refrigerator door, pulled out a quart of milk, and unscrewed the cap. Behind him he heard