Deadly Election (9781101619223) by J. R. Roberts Page A

will?”
    “Well,” she said, “you’re the one who cured me of playing games.”
    “Yeah, what was that all about?” Clint asked.
    “Wasn’t it obvious?”
    “Do you always jump into bed with men you just meet?” he asked.
    “In the interest of telling the truth…no.”
    He picked up his beer and finished it, then sat back in his chair.
    “I’m tired,” he said. “I don’t get this tired after spending a day in the saddle.”
    “Then you should probably go home and get some rest.”
    “And maybe you should come with me,” he said. “You need some rest, too.”
    “Do I?”
    “Well,” he said, “you need some time in bed.”
    At the house they did not run into Mrs. Bigelow or Julius on their way in, and went right up to Clint’s bedroom.
    Carla seemed to get shy once they were inside. Clint wondered if it was because this was the place where he had rebuked her when she tried to seduce him.
    “I feel silly now,” she said, sitting on the bed as she had last time.
    “Don’t feel silly,” he said. “I’m sorry I did that to you.”
    “Don’t be,” she said. “It taught me some humility.”
    He walked to the bed, took her by the upper arms, and stood her up. She tilted her chin up for a kiss and this time he didn’t disappoint her. Her lips were generous and warm, her tongue a light flutter in his mouth.
    The kiss deepened. When it ended, the clothes began to come off. Finally, Clint was seated on the bed while Carla pulled off his boots, and then his trousers. His gun had been set nearby, within reach.
    When he was naked, his cock sprang up from between his legs, and Carla went right for it. She stroked it and licked it while he groaned and fidgeted, and then leaned forward and took it in her mouth. She sucked him avidly, moaning as she slid the length of him in and out of her mouth.
    He ran his hands through her beautiful hair, which she had let down. It cascaded down her back, and he reached beneath it to touch her smooth skin. When she cupped his testicles in one hand while continuing to suck him, he felt as if he wasn’t going to last much longer, so he pulled her off him, lifted her to her feet, and pushed her down on the bed.
    “My turn,” he said. He got on the bed with her, positioned himself between her legs so he could press his nose to her moist pussy. She gasped when he touched her with his tongue, and then he went to work on her. He licked and sucked her into a frenzy, reached up to fondle her breasts and nipples at the same time.
    When she began to buck beneath him, and gush so that the bed grew wet beneath them, he slid up on her, pressed his cock to her wet portal, and slipped into her easily. He fucked her slowly at first, actually giving her time to recover her breath, but then began to increase the speed of his strokes. He slipped his hands beneath her to cup her moist buttocks, and she pressed her feet flat on the mattress so she could lift herself up each time he drove into her.
    From that point they just continued to lunge at each other until Clint finally exploded inside her, during which time they both groaned and cried out loud, completelyunmindful of whether or not there was anyone else in the house…
    They lay together on one side of the bed, because the other was still soaked with her juices.
    “Now I’m really mad at you,” she said.
    “Mad? Why?”
    “Because if you hadn’t resisted me, we could have had a night like this already.”
    “Well,” he said, holding her close, “this one is far from over, don’t you think?”
    “Oh yes,” she said, snuggling up to him, “far from over…”

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    The next two weeks of campaigning went like that, meetings and lunches and suppers during the day, and sex at night. Mrs. Bigelow gave Carla long frowns every morning when she came down with Clint for breakfast. Of course the woman knew Carla was spending her nights there, but she never said a word.
    It was also obvious that Julius knew, but he went