CHAPTER 13

I might have a bad reputation but you weren’t complaining when your hips were riding mine.

 

Sasha gasped at the text on her phone and excused herself. “Night mom, dad. I’m going to go lie down; hopefully this bug will be gone in the morning.”

Tisha narrowed her eyes briefly before smiling. “Alright Sasha, I hope you feel better.”

“Night honey, and thank you for today.” JB said squeezing his little girl’s hand.

Sasha moved past the tables in the restaurant and headed straight to her room upstairs. To say thank you, her father had surprised Sasha and her mother with a sailboat cruise after the fundraiser, followed by checking into the country club for the night. Sasha had barely spoken five words all afternoon and when her mother had asked what was wrong Sasha had claimed she wasn’t feeling well.

She brushed away the look her mother had just given her; Tisha Morris was a human lie detector. A lie detector that knew something was up but kept quiet for JB’s sake.

Sasha didn’t have time to worry about that now, she just wanted to cuddle up in her bed and cry for a man she wanted but didn’t need in her life. She shrugged off her clothes and shoes and climbed into bed naked bringing up the text again.

He was right; she should’ve never let it go that far. But how could she regret something that had been so amazing? She couldn’t, she admitted. She just needed to find a way to let him down easy without hurting him anymore. Was that even possible if she was hurting just as much?

As tears drenched her pillow she fell asleep, wondering what it would be like if she wasn’t JB Morris’s daughter and if Stefan actually cared about what he did with his life.

 

 

The following morning Sasha dressed in a bright yellow dress, celebrating the warm spring morning and disguising the fact that her eyes were swollen. She dabbed more make-up around her eyes before assessing her appearance.

Hopefully the human lie detector didn’t detect anything out of order. Sasha would just claim whatever had gotten her down yesterday had vanished during the night and Sasha would put on a performance that didn’t leave any doubt.

If she didn’t pull herself together this morning her mother would start sniffing and soon realize what was going on. Besides the lecture that would be imminent Sasha was certain her father would force her to move home until after the election.

She joined her parents in the breakfast room of the Country Club overlooking the green.

“Good morning Senator and Mrs. Morris. I hope you had a wonderful evening.” Sasha said gaily as she sat down.

“Well you look bright as a ray of sunshine.” JB said buttering his toast. “Doesn’t she Tisha?”

Tisha surveyed Sasha with narrowed eyes as JB spoke. Sasha felt her mother’s probing gaze almost burn through her skin and see into her soul before her mother smiled. “You do Sasha. Feeling better this morning?” Tisha asked without any hint of undercurrent in her voice.

Sasha mentally did a victory lap before sitting down. “I am. I don’t know what it was yesterday? But I’m feeling much better now and famished.” Sasha grabbed a slice of toast and began slathering it with butter and jelly.

“So, do you know how much you raised yesterday dad?” Sasha asked before biting into her toast.

Her parents shared a conspiratory grin before JB answered. “Enough to make sure this is going to be the best campaign ever.”

“That’s wonderful, dad!”

“I know, and I would not have achieved it without you and your mother. I don’t think I thank the both of you often enough for everything you do.”

“Nonsense, JB. You would’ve done the same for us.” Tisha said waiving the gratitude away.

“Still, I appreciate it that you do it for me. The sacrifices, the reporters, all of it. I know our lives were simpler without it.”

Sasha laid a hand over her father’s. “New York is a better city because of you, so we’ll take it.”

Conversation easily flowed from the campaign to Sasha’s studies and back to the plans for the next fundraiser. Sasha had just pushed her empty plate aside when her phone buzzed in her lap.

 

I’ll give you five minutes to meet in the storeroom from yesterday or I’ll be introducing myself to daddy.

 

Sasha gasped as she read the message.

“Something wrong Sasha?” Her mother asked eyes narrowed again.

“No, I just forgot I had to make a call this morning. Would you excuse me for a few minutes?”

“Sure honey, we’ll order some coffee and meet you out on the deck.”

Sasha nodded before hurrying towards the storage room. She flung open the door planning to tell Stefan exactly what she thought of his blackmail tactics.

Before she could utter a word he slammed the door shut, turned the lock and pegged her back against it.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Sasha asked with her hands pinned over her head.

“I was coming to apologize for the message I sent last night. Then you whipped open the door with murder shining in your eyes…it turned me on.” Stefan grinned down at her as if that explained everything.

Sasha’s heart leaped, dampness and heat already pooling between her thighs. “Stefan, we can’t do this.”

“You know what I was trying to figure out?” Stefan’s voice whispered over her collar bone as a kiss followed every word. “If you’re avoiding me because of my reputation or because you’re afraid of losing control of your perfect little life.”

His mouth tugged her dress over her naked breasts and closed over her nipple. A jolt of ecstasy shot straight down to her clit. “Stefan…” Sasha said breathlessly.

“I think,” his teeth closed on her nipple, tugging lightly. “You’re afraid to have some fun, because if you like it you won’t like your perfect controlled little world with all the perfect men in it anymore.”

Sasha felt her eyes roll back from pleasure. “I’m not afraid to lose control,” Sasha gasped and tugged her hands free. Within seconds she had undone his trousers and pulled them down to his knees. She sank down on her knees and took him into her mouth, sucking hard.

Stefan moaned surprised. Sasha smiled and stood up letting her tongue glide over her lips. “So are you going to take control of this, or should I?” Sasha asked grabbing his dick in her hand.

She had never been bold, demanding or even used foul language, but right then she didn’t give damn. She wanted Stefan Kelson to screw her in the storage room of a Country Club.

Stefan grinned smugly as he hitched up her dress and dragged down her panties. He grabbed her one leg and held it around his waist as he plunged into her.

Sasha gasped at the delicious feeling of him filling her every inch. Keeping her eyes on his she watched as he plunged again.

Jolts of desire slammed through her system. She reached for his butt and squeezed the firm muscle urging him closer.

With a cocky grin Stefan slammed into her again. “You’re not thinking about my reputation now, are you?”

Sasha giggled as her orgasm started building. “Fuck your reputation!”

“’Atta girl.” Stefan said and started pumping harder.

Sasha’s muscles started bunching, preparing for the onslaught when Stefan’s thumb found her clit. With deft flicks of his thumb over her sensitive nerves she quickly crested the wave and was plunged under as spasms shook her body.

Stefan stiffened as his own release pumped into her.

She just had amazing sex with a hot guy in a storage room. If only the press knew…

Panting Stefan whispered into her ear. “I don’t want to hurt your reputation, I just wanted to say goodbye.”

Sasha smiled seductively. “That felt more like a hello.”

“It’s your choice; it can be whatever you want it to be.” Stefan trailed a finger along her jaw and traced her lips. “Your parents are waiting for you.”

“Shit!” Sasha shrieked and started straightening her clothes. She barged out of the storage room leaving a laughing Stefan to compose himself.

She found her parents outside on the deck sipping coffee overlooking the green. “Did you manage to make your phone call?” Tisha asked as Sasha joined them.

“Yes.” Sasha said calmly, ignoring the pheromones that were still coursing through her body from the mind-numbing orgasm.

“Oh good, I was starting to think the phone call was a cock and bull story.” Tisha said turning back to enjoy the view.

Sasha bit her cheek at the old idiom her mother loved to use. If only she knew there was quite a big cock involved.