Between The Lines Of Power

Alice We left the party, and I was so thankful. Who knew a political fundraiser could be so stressful? But it wasn't all that bad we made so much progress. I'll consider that a win. All I needed right now was a hot shower and sleep. My eyes slowly drifted to Dean, who looked effortlessly elegant in that crisp black suit. I swallowed hard. His good looks were jaw-dropping. I turned my head quickly when I felt myself almost drool. God, what the hell was wrong with me? Dean was simply perfect. The way he handled campaign strategies one would wonder who the campaign manager was, me or him. I tucked my hair behind my ear, observing his side profile. Damn, he was fine. But who was I kidding? He would never go for a woman like me. The car slowed down and finally came to a stop when we arrived at his residence. I quickly got down and opened the door for him. “Good night, sir. You should get enough rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day,” I said, trying to stay professional. He nodded in agreement, gently placing his hands in his pockets. But just as I was about to get back in the car, his hand found my wrist. "Hold on, Alice. Why don’t you come in?" I blinked a couple of times to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. In reality, I was just standing there like a weirdo. "Are… you talking to me?" I asked awkwardly. "There’s no one else here apart from you, Alice." His voice sounded like melodies ever so smoothing to my ears. "It’s... late. I should probably go." What the heck was I even saying? "I insist, Alice." Gently, he took my hand in his. Not waiting for my response, he walked me to the door. His house was more like a castle than a house. I’d been here before, but I could never get used to it. He led me in, and I took a seat. He took off his vest and dropped it on the chair before walking into a corner. After a minute, he came back with two glasses and a bottle of wine. "Where’s the maid?" I asked as he sat next to me, opening the bottle and pouring into each cup. "She doesn’t stay till this time of the night." His cologne was still in the air as he took one of the glasses and handed it to me. "This is to win the election." We raised a toast, and our glasses clinked. We drank in silence. I could feel his gaze on me the whole time. "Is there something on my face?" I asked, wiping it quickly. Placing his glass down, he reached for a strand of hair on my cheek, his cold fingers sending a shiver down my spine. "There’s nothing on your face. You are beautiful," he whispered, caressing my cheek. Now I was definitely sure this was a dream. But I didn’t pull away from his touch. I liked it. "I’ve always admired how smart you are, Alice." His voice carried so much sincerity, and his eyes held so much intensity. But there was something else I didn’t know what it was. His hands brushed my lips. I was starting to feel a flutter of something deep inside. "I want to kiss you, Alice," he whispered, already leaning into me. I couldn’t speak. I just kept blinking. If this was a dream, I was going to be so pissed when I woke up. Without warning, his lips met mine gentle, delicate, and soft. Without pulling away, he took the glass from my hand and dropped it on the table. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his hands settling on my waist as our mouths moved in rhythm with each other. He pulled back, and I wondered if I’d done something wrong. But then he locked eyes with me and pressed his lips to mine again. He tasted so good I couldn’t get enough. Slowly, my back dropped to the sofa, and he was on top of me, kissing me with so much hunger that I felt heat spread through my body. He buried his head in my neck, kissing the sensitive area, making me breathless. Oh God, his touch felt so good. He pulled back again, and without a word, suddenly carried me and started walking up the stairs. My mind was already clouded, but was he taking me where I thought he was taking me? He kicked open the door to a room, walked to the bed, and placed me gently on it. He started to unbutton his shirt, and when he was done, he let it fall to the ground. My eyes widened. Every inch of his body was well-defined. He looked even better without a top. He climbed onto me again, kissing me with so much urgency. His hands roamed my body, and just his touch alone made the heat burning in me intensify. I felt his hand going under the dress I had on, and my heart skipped a beat. His mouth still captured mine as he started pulling it off. When it reached my thigh, I quickly held his hand. He pulled back, his eyes burning into mine. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice husky. "Dean… I've never.... it’s my first time," I breathed. "I'll be gentle, I promise." His words were reassuring. I didn’t say anything else as his hands slowly lifted the dress over my head. I was left in my bra and panties. I felt so shy I wanted to hide under the sheets. But he just admired my body, which made me want to cover up even more. I had never felt this exposed before. He started placing kisses on my neck, then moved down to my collarbone and the top of my breasts. It felt so good the way he kissed the upper part of my chest. Slowly, his hands lifted me up a little, unhooking my bra. He pulled it off my chest, exposing my bare breasts. I quickly tried to use my hands to cover them, but he pinned them above my head. Then he bent his head and captured one of my n*****s in his mouth. The way he sucked it drove me insane, I squirmed. He kissed down my stomach, leaving a trail of heat in his path. I fought back a moan, biting my lip, as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers and underwear down, revealing his hard erection. My breath caught in my throat. I’d never seen a man like this before without clothes completely naked. He hovered over me, his eyes locked with mine, searching for any sign of hesitation. I didn’t speak, I didn't need to. The way I looked at him said everything. he leaned in, kissing me again, slower this time. His lips moved with care, with purpose, and his hands gently roamed my body like he was learning every curve, every reaction. I gave the faintest nod, my chest rising and falling faster with each breath. Slowly, he slid them down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt the cool air against my skin, but his gaze made me feel warm up. He settled between my legs, his hand caressing my thigh before he leaned down, placing a tender kiss just above my neck. Every touch sent sparks through my body. My nerves were on fire, but so was the anticipation building deep within me. He came back up to kiss me again, this time more intensely. His body pressed gently against mine, his skin warm and smooth. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, needing him near. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered against my lips “I don’t,” I said, my voice barely audible. With a look of pure adoration, he aligned himself with me. I tensed for a moment, the nerves rushing back, but he kissed me soft and patient. “Breathe,” he whispered. And I did. With slow, careful movements, he began, never taking his eyes off me. The stretch was new, unfamiliar, but the way he touched me was so gentle, so loving eased the tension. The way he moved inside of me It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t wild. It was deep and intimate, a connection I’d never imagined having. My hands clutched at his back, feeling every muscle flex with each movement. His lips moved to my neck again, whispering my name like it was a promise. And I moaned his name with every gentle thrust.