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nodded and walked past Gryder, presumably to go to the bar. Gryder walked over to Carla and handed her the drink.
    “It’s taking too long,” she said.
    “Yes,” Gryder said, “it is.”

NINETEEN
    Clint allowed Laura to suck his cock for as long as he could take it, then reached down and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her mouth roughly, bruising it, then took her breasts in his hands. He lifted them to his mouth, sucked, and licked her nipples while she moaned, then he began to bite them.
    “Oh Christ,” she said impatiently, “I have guests to see to, Clint. Come here.”
    She grabbed his hard cock and pulled him toward a flimsy-looking sofa. She settled down onto it, and opened her legs to him.
    “Are you sure this will hold us?” he asked.
    She put her hands between her legs and said, “Goddamnit, figure it out!”
    He did. He kept one foot on the ground so that both of their combined weights were not on the sofa. He guided his cock to her wet pussy and slid himself in.
    “Oh, God, yes,” she said, closing her eyes.
    He took one of her ankles in each hand, held her spread, and began to fuck her that way.
    “Yes, oh yes,” she said, squeezing her breasts, rubbing them hard. “Just like that. Keep going, keep going…ohhhh God…”
    He kept going, all right, decided to give her what she obviously wanted, as hard and fast as he could. He was also working off some of the sexual tension from being around Carla. Walking away from her the night before, while she was sitting on his bed, had been hard, but he couldn’t let her take control that early in their relationship.
    And this woman, this hungry and demanding woman, thought she was in control, too, because of her beauty and her money, but at the moment he was in charge, and by the time he got done, she’d have a hard time walking straight.
    And so would he…
    Laura Linquist strolled back into the ballroom on Clint Adams’s arm sometime later, a smile plastered on her face.
    “You bastard,” she said. “I’m raw.”
    “I think you asked for it, ma’am.”
    “And you gave it to me.”
    “I did my best.”
    “Really?” she asked. “You mean there’s no more where that came from?”
    “Laura,” he said, “we’re at a party, remember?”
    “I remember,” she said. “Here comes your campaign manager.”
    “He probably wants to talk to you about contributing,” Clint said.
    “Oh, don’t worry,” she said, “I’ll be contributing. And I’ll get my friends to contribute. You’re as good as elected, my friend.”
    “Your friends?”
    “My lady friends.”
    Clint wondered what that meant as Will Gryder approached them.
    “I’ve been looking for you two,” he said. “The governor wants to meet you, Clint.”
    “I’m ready.”
    “And Laura, you and I have to talk.”
    “I’m ready, too,” she promised.
    “Don’t disappear on me again,” Gryder said to her. “I’ll be right back as soon as I introduce Clint.”
    “I’m going to get myself a drink,” Laura said, giving Clint a sly look. She licked her slightly swollen lips. “I need one.”
    Clint allowed Will Gryder to take him across the room toward the governor, who was talking at the moment to three other men.
    “How did it go with Laura?” Gryder asked.
    “It went fine.”
    “Is she going to contribute?”
    “She says she is.”
    “With her on our side,” Gryder said, “we should be able to get a lot of her friends to contribute.”
    “Her lady friends,” Clint said.
    “What?”
    “She says she can get her lady friends to contribute.”
    “She’s talking about wives getting their husbands to contribute,” Gryder said, “and I’m all for that.”
    Clint was, too—unless Laura Linquist meant he’d have to do to other wives what he’d just done to her. Clint didn’t know if he had the energy for that. Although it would have been very interesting go try.
    “Okay, here we go,” Gryder said. “Time to meet the big man