CHAPTER 34: THE SENATOR’S WIFE*

Alex maintained his perfect poise, nodding politely at something a nearby guest murmured, but he felt Victoria’s tension radiating like heat.

He leaned ever so slightly toward her, his knee brushing hers under the table. "Everything alright?" he whispered, his voice low enough to blend with the applause rippling through the crowd at one of James’s points.

Victoria swallowed, her hand instinctively reaching for his under the tablecloth. Her fingers intertwined with his, squeezing with more force than intended. "I... I can’t focus," she admitted, her voice a breathy murmur.

James’s words about "building bridges for the future" echoed faintly, but they might as well have been in another language. The ache had become a throb, her body remembering too vividly how Alex had made her feel alive, desired, claimed. She was Victoria Blackwood... CEO, senator’s wife, pillar of control and yet here she was, wet and wanting like a teenager in heat.

She leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear under the pretense of adjusting her napkin. "Meet me in the bathroom down the hall. Now. I... I need you." The words tumbled out, laced with desperation she couldn’t mask.

Her eyes met his for a split second, dark with hunger, before she excused herself from the table with practiced grace, murmuring something about freshening up.

Alex’s lips curved into that signature smirk as he watched her weave through the crowd, her hips swaying with unintentional allure.

He waited a discreet moment, then rose, nodding apologetically to the table as if stepping out for a call. The ballroom’s energy pulsed around him, but his focus narrowed to the hallway beyond.

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The bathroom door clicked shut behind them, the lock engaging with a soft snick that seemed to echo in the marble-tiled space.

James’s voice filtered through faintly from the speakers outside, his speech on sustainable growth a low, persistent hum... like a reminder of the world they were defying.

Victoria turned to Alex immediately, her composure fracturing as she pressed against him, her lips finding his in a kiss that was all fire and need. She couldn’t wait, wouldn’t wait, the horniness that had built during their dance session, was a storm inside her, demanding release.

Alex pulled back just enough to tease, his hands sliding to her waist, holding her at bay with playful strength. "Eager, aren’t we?" he murmured, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Your husband’s out there, captivating the room, and here you are... sneaking away with me."

Victoria’s breath came in short gasps, her body arching toward him. "Shut up and kiss me," she demanded, but there was a plea in it, her CEO authority melting into raw desire. She was madly in love, horny beyond reason, willing to risk everything for this moment.

Her hands fumbled at his shirt, pulling him closer.

He obliged, but not without his signature tease. His mouth claimed hers again, deep and dominating, while one hand trailed up her side, slipping beneath the fabric of her gown. In a swift motion, he freed one breast, his thumb grazing the hardened peak before his lips descended.

He sucked gently at first, then harder, his tongue swirling in ways that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

A moan escaped her, louder than intended, and she clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. She needed this... needed him... so badly it hurt.

"Alex..." she whimpered, trying to keep her voice down, but it was impossible; the sensation was too much, sending jolts straight to her core. Her arousal built rapidly, slick warmth trailing down her thighs, betraying how desperately her body craved him.

Alex noticed, of course... he always did. His free hand slid up her leg, fingers brushing the evidence of her desire. He pulled back from her breast with a wicked grin. "Is it just me, or does hearing voice of your husband make this even more exciting?" He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck. "You’ve really become a slut."

"Your slut," she replied without hesitation, the words sending a thrill through her. Shame and excitement twisted together, heightening everything. "Please, Alex... do something. I’m burning."

He didn’t make her wait long. His fingers slipped beneath her panties, gliding into her wet folds with ease. She moaned loudly this time, the sound echoing off the tiles, and he captured her lips to muffle it, his tongue dancing with hers as his finger moved deeper, curling to hit her G-spot with expert precision.

Victoria’s hips bucked against his hand, her body surrendering completely. She was enjoying this more than she ever imagined possible... the forbidden rush, the risk, the way he made her feel utterly possessed.

Waves of pleasure built, crashing over her in ways her controlled life had never allowed.

With a gentle push, he guided her against the counter, lifting one leg to spread her wide. He knelt between her thighs, his tongue finding her lower lips, those sensitive petals, and began to suck and lick with deliberate intensity. She yelped in pleasure, her hands gripping his hair, moans spilling out despite her efforts to stifle them. The distant drone of James’s voice only amplified it all, making her feel like the ultimate betrayer... and loving every second.

It continued, his mouth relentless, until she climaxed hard, her body shuddering, cries barely contained.

She stayed like that for a moment, limp and glowing, her leg still draped over his shoulder. From Alex’s perspective, she was irresistible... flushed, exposed, a powerful woman reduced to quivering need. He barely stopped himself from taking her fully, his own arousal straining against his pants.

"I too want you inside me so badly," she whispered, her voice husky, "but I can’t skip the rest of the evening... the family obligations."

"Let me help you," she said then, a spark of determination in her eyes. She reached for his belt, sinking to her knees as she unbuckled it with trembling fingers.

When his cock sprang free, her eyes widened in surprise and hunger. "Woah.. It’s too big!... it barely fit last time," she murmured, but there was no hesitation as she leaned in, her tongue flicking the tip where precum beaded.

The taste sent her soaring, a forbidden high... her husband out there giving his speech, and here she was, kneeling like a slut, savoring Alex’s dick. After a few teasing licks, she tried to take him fully, her lips stretching around his girth, but it was too much.

Her hands stroked his base, her moans vibrating against him... "Mmm... aaahh!"... as she fought to please her man despite the challenge of his size.

Pulling back briefly, she looked up at him, her lips glistening, her voice sultry. "I love this, Alex. I love how you claim me, make me wet... and fuck, I started loving how you make those other bitches wet, too."

"My friends upstairs, dripping for my man... it makes me so fucking proud you’re mine." She dove back in, sucking harder, her head moving faster, her moans loud and eager..."Mmm! God, I love your cock!"... as she worshipped him, her pussy dripping anew at the thought of his dominance.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

His hand fisted in her hair, and with a firm thrust, he began fucking her mouth, deep and insistent.

Her eyes went wide, gagging sounds escaping as he moved harder, faster, her throat working around him. Tears pricked her eyes from the intensity, but she didn’t pull away... submitting fully, the thrill of it all pushing her to the edge again.

He groaned, the sight of her... Victoria Blackwood, on her knees, gagging on him while James droned on outside... pushing him over.

"Fuck, you’re gonna make me..." he growled, voice low, teetering on release.

Then... click-clack. Heels echoed in the hall, sharp and relentless, closing in fast. Victoria’s eyes widened in panic, heart slamming, but the fear only spiked her arousal, her lips sucking harder, frantic.

The heels sped up, right outside, the door a heartbeat from opening. Catherine’s voice cut through, crisp and damning... James’s sister, the one who’d unravel everything. "Projections look solid, but push the environmental angle."

Victoria’s mind screamed... Not her, not now... but her body betrayed her, wetness dripping down her thighs, her own climax building in a silent, shuddering wave.

The terror of discovery fused with desire, making every sensation electric. Alex’s grip tightened, his eyes wild with the same reckless thrill.

With Catherine’s voice hovering, heels paused just beyond the door, he thrust once more, deep and claiming, his release flooding her mouth... hot, abundant, salty.

Victoria swallowed greedily, her throat pulsing, her body quivering on the edge of her own peak, the forbidden ecstasy overwhelming as the threat of exposure loomed inches away.