“I ran into Cole.”

“What did he want?”

“He wanted to tell me that you’re a ladies’ man and so if it doesn’t work out he wanted a shot at me because he might be in the market for a future First Lady.”

“I’ll kill him.”

“He’s not worth it. He’s a complete fool, Braden. It’s kind of scary that people elected him.”

“I think that there are about ten people who live in his district, and nine of them are related to him.”

“That would explain it, although I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that it was a close race.”

I had a few more close encounters of the annoying kind with Mrs. Mason as the night wore on. I kept feeling like someone was watching me, someone other than the security people. On more than one occasion I caught her sneering at me like I had just popped out of a cake with tassels on my tits. Seriously! What had I ever done to this woman?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Dinner was a big hit and the auction went even better than expected, raising plenty of money for the foundation. I had even dug into my trust fund a little and purchased a weekend getaway to the Finger Lakes in July that included a stay at a Bed and Breakfast and tickets to the wine festival.

“So, want to share a bed and some wine with me in the Finger Lakes?” I asked Braden.

“Absolutely. Right now, though, I’d like to take a trip with you to the pool house. I was thinking that maybe you might like to have a little rendezvous with me there and we could see if I could get you big-girl excited.”

“In the pool house?” I giggled like a schoolgirl.

“There’s a massage table there that I’d like to introduce you to.” He smiled a very sexy smile and my tummy completely flipped over.

“But there are people wandering around all over the place and it’s so close to here.”

“So, we’ll have to be quiet and quick. I won’t go Vinnie Virillo on you though. I promise.”

“Okay!” I smiled in anticipation and he took my hand as we slipped out the side of the tent. It was a bit after eight o’clock and just starting to get a little darker but we could still see very clearly. We passed people coming and going and I heard laughter and conversation from various directions.

When we got to the pool house Braden gave a surreptitious look around and quickly found the key and unlocked the door. It was kind of dark inside but there was enough light coming through the windows so that I could see well when my eyes adjusted. I followed him into a small room occupied by a massage table and shelves stacked with towels and various bottles of scented oils and creams.

He pulled me into his arms and started kissing me eagerly, doing all of those wonderful things he did with his tongue. I’m telling you, that tongue could win awards. I moaned quietly as his hands ran all over my body. Those hands were pretty talented too. He broke the kiss and whispered in my ear.

“Take your panties off.”

“I’m not wearing any. I like the way this dress feels against my bare skin.” At first he looked a little stunned. Then I saw his gaze heat up and a cocky grin formed on his beautiful lips.

“Bend over and grab the edge of the table,” he ordered in a low thick voice. I did what he asked and he pushed my skirt up around my waist, pulled my hips back a little and then smacked me hard on the ass. Ooh! I felt his fingers glide across my entrance and then backtrack to start massaging the back door if you know what I mean.

“Braden?” I asked a little nervously.

“Don’t worry. Not tonight. Just testing the waters,” he said, sounding amused. His fingers slid forward again. “You’re so wet,” he said, stroking me broadly up and down. He traced a path up to my now throbbing clit. “And swollen.” Then two fingers slid up inside me. “And ready. That’s my baby.” I heard him unzip and felt him position himself behind me and then he grabbed my hips and thrust into me deeply as I gasped and arched my back. One hand slid inside the bodice of my dress and cupped my breast, pinching my nipple kind of hard. He was being a little rougher but I didn’t mind. The other returned to stroke my clit relentlessly, never taking away the pressure. Then he began his hip roll and I entered a state of complete sexual euphoria. The feeling was so good and so intense I almost couldn’t stand it. Or stand for that matter. My legs were starting to shake and I hoped that they didn’t give out. He kissed my neck and bit my earlobe as I whimpered and tried to swallow my moans. After several minutes of blowing my mind he started talking.

“You feel so good, baby,” he whispered in my ear and I immediately felt myself start climbing. “So hot and so wet.” My muscles tensed up. “Oh, that’s right, baby. So tight. I love it when you grab my c**k like that,” he ground out and I was right on the edge. “Gabrielle, this is the sweetest pu**y I’ve ever had.” Okay, that was it! Folks, we had a winner! I cried out (I couldn’t help it!) and my muscles clenched hard, pulsing rhythmically as my body trembled. He stayed with me until I rode out the final waves and then his hands returned to my hips and he grabbed on and slammed into me hard and fast until I felt him freeze and hold me tight against him. He let out a low groan and a ragged breath. “Oh Fuck!”

Hot damn! That was some good sexing! We stood still for a few minutes just catching our breath and then he turned me around and kissed me deeply and tenderly.

“There’s a bathroom over there if you need it,” he said quietly as he zipped up. I looked up and immediately became alert. “What is it?”

“I thought I saw something by the window but it was probably nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure. If someone were there people would notice and wonder why he was peeping in the window of the pool house, right?”

“You’re probably right. We had better get back though.”

“Thank you for the rendezvous.” I smiled. “It was fun.”

“Believe me, Gabrielle. You don’t have to thank me.”

I popped into the bathroom and tidied up. When I came back out he had an almost proud look on his face.

“Feeling kind of possessive huh?”

“I guess it’s a male thing.”

“Consider my girl parts to be officially your territory.”

When we went back to the tent the band had taken the stage and people were dancing to old songs. I saw Beth, Drew and, Cameron, sitting off to the side. Beth waved us over and we went and sat down with them. Drew was looking smug; Beth was looking happy and Cam was looking… well, drunk, to be perfectly honest.