With all the command of his importance, Asher removed his suit jacket. The tie came off with a fling and landed over a chair that held yet another feather boa. He mesmerized her, emanating confidence and dominance. The vibes made her stronger, more ready to take what she wanted and give herself to him.

He worked his cuff links. Each deliberate motion was sharp. Provocative. If he handled her the way he did his clothes, then the man was in charge and did everything just right. Her sex throbbed in anticipation.

“Someone’s taking your show very seriously.” He nodded to the boa and loosened his collar.

“It’s an acting method. Immerse yourself into the role. I play a burlesque dancer.”

Excitement flickered across his expression. “Come here.”

The order made her tremble. It was exhilarating, a sampling of what would come. She stepped to him and began to undo his shirt buttons.

Asher toed off his socks and shoes. “What do I get to play?”

“What do you want to play, Mr. Congressman?”

“No, you don’t.” He chortled and tugged her shirt over her head. “Enough of that.”

She studied him, sliding his dress shirt off his shoulders. It fell to the ground. “It’s like you don’t want the title sometimes.”

“What I want is you.” He yanked off his cotton undershirt. “It’s never been about the title or the attention.”

Asher’s smooth, tan chest towered over her. He loomed large, protective. Hungry. An extraordinary thrill made her heady. A man who epitomized power and prowess wanted her.

Jenny laid her palms on his stomach then sashayed her fingertips over his rippled abdominal muscles and traversed to his sides. “Then what has it been about?”

“I don’t want to talk about work.”

Her fingers mapped the path of his belt. Undoing the buckle, sliding the clasp from his pants, the expensive material dropped to his ankles and his thick shaft bulged behind boxer briefs.

She outlined his shaft with the slow slink of her fingers over the cotton. “Tell me anyway.”

“This is coercion.” His head rolled to the side. “My standard answer, I like helping the greater good.”

“I’m sure that’s true.” She cupped him and stroked. “But tell me the real answer.”

He inhaled as she glided over his length then caught her with the flash of his eyes. “I love the knowledge and control.”

Asher continued to stare. Gripping him tighter, she ran her tongue along her bottom lip, and his eyes tracked the premeditated lick. “I think I’d love the control too. I like it now.”

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be pinned to that bed and screwed until you scream if you’re not careful.”

She watched his face and bent to his pec, lapping below his collarbone. “Promise?”

He smelled like soap and the faint hint of cologne. He tasted as solid and crisp as a fall day, and never could she have guessed that her tongue would savor him.