EMDS - #1 - A Congressman's Temptation (MxM)

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  It’s been a month of the consistent long night and early mornings. It’s been a long month of three to five business meetings a day. It’s been a long month of reading through all of these heartwarming letters of aspiring writers. It’s been a long month of reading some really bad rough drafts and some really good stories. It’s just been a long month and I wouldn’t trade a thing. Putting in that time and giving everything allowed me to be where I am now. All of my books are now also published in Europe. I was able to acquire shelf space in local stores and markets, not just for my material, but for clients as well. I’ve been blessed with the best staff in the world, from the head of the company to the important greeter and receptionist. I’ve been on television, in magazines, doing book signings, on billboards, and I have God to thank for everything I have. Today was the very first day I was able to relax and truly enjoy the time to myself. 

  “ You deserve this week off, Elijah, you have worked your ass off, literally. “ Erica pointed. 

  “ In a good way or a bad way? “ I looked back at it, not being able to notice a difference. 

  “ Have your pants gotten’ tighter, because it seems like it to me. “ she looked me up and down. 

  “ Oh, whatever. “ we both laughed. “ Any plans for today? “ 

  “ I may have to go in tonight, but I’m not sure yet. This campaign is killing me. “ she rolled her eyes. 

  “ Just keep going, the results are already there. You just need to make sure you stay consistent. “ I told her and she smiled. 

  “ Look at you sounding like a boss. “ 

  “ It takes one to know one. “ I complimented her as she pointed at me. 

  “ What about you? Finally going out into the town to explore? “ 

  “ Yes, I’ll finally do that. If you’re not busy, you should join me. “ 

  “ I would be delighted. “ 

  After leaving Erica’s place, I headed for the market. It was such a beautiful place and something that was so different for me and what I was used to. Carlos, my driver, parked the car and I thanked him before getting out and entering the busy place. I browsed the many booths of fresh foods and vegetables. I grabbed a few things I knew would last a while, and then some healthy snacks. I was leaving one of the small stores just as someone bumped into me, knocking the bags away from my hands. 

  “ I am so sorry! “ he spoke, that French tinge in his words. 

  “ It’s fine, really. “ I brushed it off until he stood up and I looked at him. Boy, did I look at him. That heated caramel skin, tinted with shades of blacks, blues, and reds in different pictures and fonts. Those green eyes and that trimmed facial hair. His pink lips were so plump and throbbing. His smile took my breath away and I didn’t care. His muscular body could suffocate me any day. 

  “ Well if it isn’t the incredible Elijah Dexter. “ he bit his bottom lip. “ To what do I owe the pleasure. “ 

  “ Your presence is the real pleasure. “ I mumbled before mentally slapping myself. “ I’m sorry. “ 

  “ No, no. “ he shook his head. “ Especially when the feeling is mutual. “ he looked me up and down before looking around. “ I don’t see my friend, so I’ll walk your groceries to the car. “ 

  “ Oh no, that’s fine. “ I reached for the grocery bags. 

  “ Come on. “ he smiled, nudging his head and walking towards the entrance of the market as I followed alongside him. “ I didn’t know you shopped here. “ 

  “ I’ve been hooked since the very first time. The people are always so nice and the quality is great. “ I told him. 

  “ Definitely. “ he nodded in agreement. “ Finally a day off, huh? “ 

  “ A whole week to myself and I plan to use it for adventure. “ his face lit up with excitement. 

  “ Maybe I can contribute to that adventure? “ 

  “ I would like that very much. “ I shrugged. 

  “ Good. We’ll begin at one of the most popular discothèques in Paris. “ once we reached the car, I opened the door for him to drop the groceries into the passenger seat. “ May I ask for your phone number? “ 

  “ Of course. “ he pulled his phone from his back pocket, placing it in my hand. I saved my number, handing it back to him as he smiled. 

  “ Be ready at seven, and don’t be modest. “ he winked. 

  “ What does that mean? “ I asked while he continued to walk away. He didn’t say anything. I sat down in the car as Carlos looked at me through the rearview mirror. 

  “ You have a date. “ he wasn’t asking, he was telling. 

  “ Don’t be up there smiling. “ I rolled my eyes as he chuckled, putting the car in gear and heading to the house. 

  I spent the next three hours trying to figure out what the hell I could wear. I felt that every sexy thing I had was too sexy, and the rest of my clothes just weren't enough. I looked at myself in the mirror damn near crying. I needed a haircut, my eyebrows needed to be waxed, and don’t get me started on any other imperfection I could call out in this moment. 

  “ Okay, Elijah, just calm down. “ I took a deep breath, collecting myself, and remembering the bad boy I was. 

  I walked back into the room, instantly setting my eyes on the red mesh shirt and short set with stripes on the shoulder and the side of the shorts. I also had a bat-man like corset that paired well with it. I looked at the clock and it read six forty-five. I rushed into the shower, brushing my teeth before exiting. As I sat on my bed moisturizing my skin, the doorbell rang. I rushed downstairs to answer the door, not realizing I was just in my underwear until I pulled it open. 

  “ Zut. “ It rolled off his tongue like honey. He smiled at me, biting down on his lip again and showing those perfect teeth. T: Damn.

  “ I’m sorry. “ I apologized. “ I promise that I’m almost ready though. “ 

  “ Take your time, handsome. “ he walked inside, brushing against me lightly. 

  “ I love your outfit. “ I complimented his netted shirt that hugged his body, the leather pants that did the same, and his high-top shoes. The gold jewelry he wore complimented his skin very well and illuminated his eyes. “ Take a look around and make yourself comfortable. “ 

  I rushed back upstairs, sliding into my clothes and fixing them just right. I slipped on the white tube socks, then put on my white shoes. I tried on different pieces of jewelry until I got the right combination of gold pieces. I began walking down the stairs and saw him sitting on the couch. He looked over to me, biting down on his lip. 

  “ That’s what I’m talking about. “ he stood up as I walked over to him. He grabbed my hand, lifting it above my head. “ Show off. “ 

  “ If you insist. “ I blushed, spinning around. “ Okay, I’m ready. “ 

  We exited the house, walking down the driveway to his car. The yellow and black Lamborghini shocked me yet scared me. He held the door open as I hesitated to get in. 

  “ She doesn’t bite, I promise. “ he smiled. 

  I sat down on the leather seats as the engine purred, sending a sensual vibration through the seat. I moved my fingers along the dashboard, admiring the feeling. I was falling in love. 

  “ She has that effect on people. “ he sat down in the driver's seat, fastening his seat belt. 

  “ How do you know it’s not you? “ I flirted. 

  “ Maybe she likes you more than you like her. “ he furrowed his brows, revving the engine as I laughed. 

  We sped off through the streets of Paris, blasting whatever song it was on the radio. They were singing in French and I only understood half of what they were saying, but I was completely vibing. It made me feel royal. Bougie. Like I had money. I did, but this wasn’t my kind of luxury. Being the Southern boy I am, I have my limit. Maybe it was time for me to heighten the stakes. 

  We pulled up to the club and all eyes were on us. He exited the car, rushing to my side and opening the door for me. He gripped my hand, giving his keys to the valet and guiding me into the club. The fast dance music filled my ears and an instant wave of heat hit me. I’m glad I was wearing nothing. 

  “ Would you like a drink? “ he yelled over the loud music. 

  “ I’m good. “ I replied. I danced, feeling the groove of the music and the vibe of the place. “ Come on. “ 

  I pulled him onto the dance floor, grinding against him. He caught my rhythm and was even throwing some of it back my way and I loved it. 

  “ I see you got moves, Mr. Dexter. “ he winked. 

  “  I know I got it; you don’t seem the type. “ I told him. 

  “ Really? Is that how you do me? “ he smiled, pulling me back to him, “ Let me show you something. “ 

  He kissed my neck before walking up to one of the small dance stages. The crowd cheered and roared as he began dancing to the slow music now playing. He whined his waist, entrancing me, and everyone else at that moment. What broke me from my admiring gaze was when he pointed at me. Instinctively, they pushed me toward the small stage. Once he pulled me up, he began admiring me. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my plump ass. He placed his hand gently around my throat, tilting it back to rest on his shoulder. He was giving these men a vampire tease and they were loving it, so I decided to play along. I grabbed his hand and they gasp. I turned around, looking deep into his eyes. I caressed his bald head, then made my way down his body, oozing sensuality. I got down on my knees, gliding my hands over the leather clinging to his legs then stopping once I got to his crotch. I gave it a gentle squeeze, looking up at him. I looked out at the crowd, giving them a wink as they continued to cheer. 

  “ Is that all you got? “ he challenged me. 

  I gestured for him to squat to my level and pushed him back onto the illuminated rectangle. I climbed over to him, tossing my left leg over to straddle his body. He grabbed my waist as I began to grind against him. I placed my hand on his chest, speeding up and losing myself in the moment. I arched my back and bit my lip, putting on a show for the crowd. I could feel his d**k growing through his pants, and I knew he was right where I wanted him. I anchored my arms, making sure that when I tossed these legs into the air, spread them, and dropping onto him into this split, I would be successful. And I was. He flipped me over. 

  “ What are you doing to me, huh? “ he smiled, looking into my soul with those green eyes. “ I will eat you up. “ 

  “ Show me. “ 

  Before I could even process anything else, he had picked me up and was walking me towards the back of the club. Once we were past the black curtains, he kicked in the door to reveal a small, but tasteful living space. He tossed me onto the black sheets. 

  “ Deshabille-toi. “ he growled while removing his shirt. I didn’t hesitate to sit up, unzip the corset, and toss the thin fabric away from my body, leaving on my jockstrap. T: Take off your clothes.

  “ Se depecher. “ I rushed him. T: Hurry.

  “ I see you’ve been studying your French. “ he slid his pants down revealing his thick d**k. “ We’ll see how much you’ve learned. “ 

  He climbed into the bed, kissing from my ankle, up to the inside of my thighs. He lifted my legs, spitting onto my hole and positioning himself to enter. 

  “ Es-tu pret? “ I nodded before he slid inside with ease. He moaned, biting down on his lips and beginning to stroke me. I didn’t know what to feel in that moment, my body was completely overtaken with so many emotions. Pleasure. Joy. All I could do was take a pillow and place it over my head, but he snatched it away. “ Ne cache pas ton beau visage. “ T: Are you ready?/ Don't hide your beautiful face.

  I needed to know what kind of spell his d**k possessed. I swear that I could feel the moon and the stars as he did his thing. I was solving impossible math equations in my head, that’s how good it was. I couldn’t even breathe; it was so good. I just lied there, scratching up his back as he continued to take me there. He bit down on my neck, sucking on the heated skin. It was like he knew what to do. It wasn’t like having s*x with a stranger, it felt like we had done this before. Many times before. 

  “ Qu'est ce que tu es entrain de me faire. “ I asked him as the pleasure continued to grow. He continued to attack my neck without saying a word. I suddenly heard him snap his fingers, and on cue, both of us released at the same time, and that was even more intense. T: What are you doing to me?

  “ How did you do that? “ I asked after he plopped down next to me. My body was still tense from the orgasm. 

  “ I got a gift, baby. “ he panted. “ But it only works when I’m with someone just as good. “ 

  “ Where I come from, that’s what happens when you put a love spell on somebody. “ I chuckled. 

  “ Love spell? “ 

  “ It’s just what it sounds like. Cupid shoots someone, but not with an arrow. He uses unconventional material. “ I said. “ d**k, sperm, blood, anything that is connected to that person. “ 

  “ I’m sure I wouldn’t need Cupid to keep you. “ he winked. 

  “ Right about that. “