Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(44)

And his fingers. Oh God, his fingers are smacking, flicking, and twisting my clit.

Michael can't see us, of course. He's too busy talking loudly to know  what's happening in the kitchen. How his stepson is defiling his wife.

And how she's enjoying it.

Just another few flicks. Another set of kisses.

Just another few seconds of that foot-long cock pushing into my ass and I'm cumming.

It's his fingers that really push me over the edge. Like a slow burning  fire, I close my eyes and give myself over to it. Within seconds, my  body is burning. I momentarily don't care if Michael walks in. I forget  all about Michael. I can't hear his voice. I can only feel the pressure  against my clit. And it's like my whole body feels it. My whole body,  engulfed in pleasure.

Wave after wave of seizure inducing pleasure.

I lose track of everything. I can't even tell you if I was breathing.

But I can tell you that when I open my eyes again, I see that Lance is holding me up. My legs must have given way.

He has his left arm under my shoulder and he's easily holding me up with no effort. He could probably bench me with one arm.

I turn my head and look at him.

If he's right, if Michael is gay and this marriage is just a sham, then Lance may have been my savior. In more ways than one.

I need to find out as quickly as I can.

So that I can properly reward him.





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New York Daily Journal





From the Desk of Amanda Adams, the Professional Gossiper of Page Two.



Welcome to Page Two Gossip, here's what we're hearing around the halls of power:



And they're off. The New York City Mayoral race has begun yesterday with  the current Mayor, Michael Anders squaring off against the Democratic  ex-Mayor of New York City, Jim Jenkins.

You'll remember Jim Jenkins as being the mayor four years ago, defeated in a speaker of an election.

Sources close to the Anders campaign concede that the last election had  razor thin margins chiefly due to the fact that the Mayor was seen as  lacking any family. In fact, if you remember the man we call Hizzoner  today was seen more like a billionaire dilettante who inherited his  father's business and kept it running, had an estranged son, and had  been a widower for pretty much the last two decades. Those same sources  are telling me that four years later, Michael Anders is a changed man.  He's close with his son and has a new wife who he is very much in love  with.

So everything should go fine, right? Not so, say advocates of Jim  Jenkins who are willing to talk to me. They say that the current mayor  has plenty of holes and areas where things don't add up. They think the  whole thing is more of a sham and they're out to prove it. But before  they can do that, they all pretty much agree that they need to define  their candidate.

Four years ago, the city was reeling from massive unemployment, sky-high  crime, and a wave of homeless people blanketing the city. People blamed  Mayor Jenkins for a falling quality of life in the city. But the  ex-Mayor plans to show the pendulum has swung the other way. His  campaign is going to try and make the point that Manhattan has turned  into a giant mall that only very rich people can live in, cops have  gotten to the point where they've started harassing citizens for minor  offenses, and the job market is so tight that businesses are leaving the  city because they can't find any workers.

But at the heart of the matter, I think both sides can agree that it was  always a question of who was able to portray the greatest job as a  leader. The family man with the ability to let a sprawling city of 8  million get out of his control, or the billionaire scion of a media  company who brings a corporate mentality to everything he touches.

New Yorkers are going to have to make a choice and they have about six  months to do it. Those six months are going to be crucial to figure out  what kind of man the citizens of Gotham want leading their city.

Keep your eyes open to this paper and your ears to the ground, my fellow  New Yorkers. Till we hear more, this is Amanda Adams signing off. Keep  your ears open, New York.





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Lance





There are cheers coming from the crowd of supporters. Posters with the  words "Anders for Mayor" are being waved. I watch as my stepfather takes  the podium, waving to the crowd. "Thank you! Thank you all for your  support," he says into the microphone. "I am joined today by my loving  family," he says, pointing to both Jocelyn and I with his palm  outstretched. "My beautiful wife, Jocelyn, and my son, Lance, I love you  both, and as we gather here today I know there are many things on all  of our minds-National Security, the economy, advances in technology,  among other issues, but I want us to never lose sight of what is most  important, and that is the love and devotion of family."

With that, the crowd cheers even more and I try my best not to roll my  eyes. Who is he fucking trying to fool? When was family ever his top  priority? But I get it. He needs to play this up to win favor in an  already tight mayoral campaign.

And then he continues, "It's been said before, but is worth repeating  here. The love of family is life's greatest blessing. Love, trust,  sacrifice, helpfulness, respect, and commitment should not be taken  lightly, but valued and held high. Today, and every day, you should be  thankful for your family. Your family is priceless and being a part of  it means that you're a part of something very special and wonderful, and  bigger than yourself. Strong, healthy, loving, and nurturing families  form the basis of our future! Let's never forget that New York!"

I see he's really fucking laying it on thick-like peanut butter  thick-and the crowd is going wild. I mean it. They're really eating this  shit up. Especially with the thin margin of victory during the last  election, he knows he needs to push this issue not just with his  supporters, but with his opponents as well, to cover his ass. I look  over at Jocelyn to see if I can detect any hint of emotion from her  face, but she's standing stoically, looking ahead, smiling, clapping,  and for all outward appearances, playing the part of the Mayor's happy  and devoted wife. She looks perfectly put together. I don't fucking  blame her. Play the game or get eaten. But she notices that I'm looking  at her and she whispers, "We can't keep doing this, Lance."

It's what I don't want to hear. I mean, I know she's right, but I can't  seem to bring myself to admit it. Why is it that I want this woman so  fucking bad? I can have any woman I want. Why this one?

"I know," I whisper back, but even when I say it, we both look at each  other in a way that suggests we only half believe what we're actually  saying.

"I'm a married woman; we need to take a break from each other," she continues at a soft whisper.

"But how do you stay with him? I've seen the way he doesn't even look at you at home. It's like you don't exist."

"I owe it to my father to make this marriage work. It goes beyond just  Michael and I, you know. Like I said, a lot of people are depending on  me. And besides, Michael isn't a bad man. I don't have a terrible life  with him."

"So, you're saying you're happy living in the same house with a man who  doesn't love you? A man who refuses to show you the affection you  deserve? A man who won't so much as touch you?"

As soon as I say that, I regret it. I know I've struck a sensitive nerve because there's a pained look on her face.

Instead of answering my questions, she says, "You're young, so much  younger than I am. What could we possibly have in common, in the grand  scheme of it all? And besides, you're my son. Albeit, my stepson, but  can't you understand that this is an impossible situation that we've  found ourselves in?"

Of course she's right. I fucking know she's right, but it kills me to  admit it. I hate it. Instead of responding, I let her words sit in my  mind and I look ahead and listen as my stepfather wraps up his speech,  driving home his point even further, "Instead of just talking about  family values, let's start really valuing those closest to us and make a  difference in the generations to come. As your Mayor, I promise to  uphold these values both publically and privately, and together, I know  we will bring the real meaning of family back to modern families here in  New York."

Hearing him say these things is almost unbelievable. I know as soon as  he gets home tonight, he won't heed his own advice. He won't so much as  look at Jocelyn and I. He'll have the TV on, or disappear into his  study. I watch as he waves to his supporters again amid cheers, and then  steps away from the podium. Staffers are now making their rounds  through the crowded room, handing out handshakes and pats on the  shoulders to supporters. I see that my stepdad has his eyes on one  staffer in particular, a young, dark-haired man. He must be new because I  don't recognize him. He's broad chested with well manicured hair, and  he stops him for a quick moment. They are standing a few feet from  Jocelyn and I.         

     



 

"Do you work for UPS or something?" he asks the staffer.