Capitol Conspiracy

43

When Jason Simic came through the back door under the cover of darkness, Belinda was waiting for him. She was decked out in black-a padded push-up bra and a skintight mesh catsuit with a zipper at the crotch for convenience.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed up close against him.

He dropped his briefcase. “My God, Belinda, can’t you wait till I get the door shut?”

She pulled away, obviously put out. “I remember when you couldn’t wait until I got my bra unsnapped.”

He walked to the nearest bay window and closed the drapes. “It’s different now. I probably shouldn’t even be here. I assume a short visit is okay-I am your late husband’s chief of staff, after all. It’s only natural that we would have much to talk about. But a lengthy visit might arouse suspicion.”

“Your body arouses me, big boy.”

“Stop!” He lifted her hands and removed them from his body. “Tell me what happened with the police.”

“They don’t have a clue. It’s just as you said it would be. They’re totally off track. Asked if Jeff had received any threats from known terrorists, that sort of thing. Didn’t show the slightest sign of suspicion that I was involved.”

Which they wouldn’t, Jason knew, even if they had suspicions. But still, it was a good sign.

“Did they talk to you?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. I had no information about any threats against his life. But I have been concerned about the safety protocols at the Senate. Three senators dead, a fourth almost killed. It’s frightening. I told them I was considering getting out of politics.”

“That’s bull.”

“Yes, it is. But they don’t know that. And they never will.”

She took his hand and walked him to the sofa. “Jason-you didn’t tell me you were going after Senator Kincaid, too.”

“There was no point. I didn’t need you to play lovey-dovey with Kincaid. No one would connect you with that crime.”

“But since there were two attacks-both against the leaders of the pro-amendment faction-the police seem convinced this was politically motivated.”

“Yes, I am brilliant. You’re welcome.”

“How did you do it?”

“Easy. I switched cell phones on him while he was conferencing with DeMouy about the amendment. Then I planted the envelope. Then I made a call at the last minute to make sure he went for the envelope. Used my falsetto and a static inducer to mask my voice. Pity he survived-but it doesn’t really matter. The diversion was the important thing, and the police now seem entirely diverted. Because, as I may have mentioned, I am brilliant.”

“Yes, you are. But a little scary, too.”

“Oh, but you like that, don’t you?” He leaned in close till she could feel his hot breath on her face. “The danger. The rough edges. Makes you all wet, doesn’t it?”

“Jason…stop.”

“Whatever you say, darling. I’ll wait till you want it,” he added, because he could see from her dilated pupils and heaving breasts that she already did very much want it.

“I can’t believe we got away with it,” she said, her voice becoming softer and more breathless.

“It isn’t over yet,” he reminded her. “But we do appear to be in the clear.”

“How long do you think it will be before we can…you know. Go public.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“About us. How long until we can stop hiding?”

“Soon, baby. Soon,” he said, although he knew that would be insane. He needed her money, yes, but he now realized that marrying his murdered boss’s widow would be too risky by half. Just plain stupid. And he was anything but stupid.

But he decided to keep those thoughts to himself. At least until he had the money.

“You do want to marry me, don’t you, Jason? You want to be with me?”

“Of course I do.”

“I’m not just a…a plaything for you?”

“Of course not.”

“When will we be together? When?”

Time for a distraction. He pressed her down on the sofa and clamped a hand over her gauzy breast. “We’re going to be together in about one minute. Two at the outside.”

“No, I mean-”

“Strip for me.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Strip. Slowly.”

“If-that’s what you want.” She began fumbling with the strap of her adroitly designed brassiere.

“That’s what I want. I want to feel your breasts pressing up against me. I want to stroke them. I want to taste them. I want to put them in my mouth and feel your nipples getting hard.”

“Oh, Godddddd…”

“Then I want you to go down on me. Then I’ll go down on you. And then I’m going to screw you in a way you’ve never been screwed before.”

“You-you are?”

“I’m going to pound you like a hammer and suck you till you can’t stand it anymore, but I’m going to keep on doing it anyway, until you cry out and squeal and beg me to stop but I won’t stop, and you’ll come again and again and again.”

“Oh, God, Jason. Oh, Godddddd-”

“Then I’m going to take you from behind. Right here on the sofa.”

“Take me, Jason. I want you so much! Take me now!”

And he would. Whatever it took to keep her happy, and contented, and quiet.

Until he didn’t need her anymore.

Then he would give her something altogether different.