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Jaclyn’s breath catches, a light pink blush dusting her chest and cheeks. “Why do I think you’re going to find out for yourself?”
“I regret not doing it on the plane.” Setting down the menu, I slide my free hand into her hair and bring her lips to mine. She releases my grip on her thigh and spreads her legs enough that I find her panties soaked. My pinky grazes the wet fabric, and it earns me my favorite hum. I groan against her lips, “Until we leave, I get to play with this perfect wet cunt of yours whenever I want. As soon as we’re done with lunch, I’m having you for dessert.”
A small flash of light pulls my attention from her. Keeping my gaze locked on her, I spot three photographers hiding outside the patio from the corner of my eye. I’ve been so swept up in Jaclyn that I’m being careless. Granted, I’m supposed to pretend to be in love with her,but what we are doing is far from fake—at least for me. From where the photographers are stationed, they won’t catch my hand on her thigh. I still pull back, her desperate whimper making my cock twitch.
“Don’t look up, but we’re being watched,” I whisper beside her ear and kiss her pulse point.
She pulls back, brows pinched. “Who would be watching?”
“Could be paparazzi, or either of our fathers keeping tabs on us. I’m sorry, I should be more caref?—”
Jaclyn’s mouth crashes into mine, her soft lips parting and letting me selfishly take from her. I slide my hand into her hair, deepening our kiss. None of this is appropriate for a restaurant, and I stop my foolish heart from reading more into this; it’s all an act, a show for whoever is watching.
A throat clears to my left, and Jaclyn and I break apart. Our waiter smirks. “My apologies for the wait. May I get either of you something to drink.”
Jaclyn’s eyes don’t leave mine as she replies with a wide grin, “Two Old Fashioneds—with an extra cherry,” giving me a glimmer of hope that everything I’m feeling isn’t one-sided. “We’re celebrating.”
Chapter 20
Jaclyn
Over the last few days, Alex has spent his time either buried inside me or with his face between my legs, leaving little time for recreation. Not that I mind. If all we have is two weeks, I want to soak up every second with him—in and out of bed.
Our clock is ticking.
After the photoshoot I set up prior to this whole charade, we enjoyed a late lunch with some of the most delicious fish tacos I’ve ever had. We haven’t seen much of the island, so at his suggestion, he drove us to one of the hiking trails, only for him to quickly discover that I am by no means a hiker. To appease me, he offered to take us on a scenic drive around the island to sightsee, and while it’s not as relaxing as a day at the beach, I accepted.
Windows down and my ponytail whipping in the sea air, Alex keeps our hands joined. His eyes are trained on the road, which runs parallel with the ocean. He’sso hard to read. So far, it’s been the perfect, relaxing drive until he speaks the dreaded words, “Rapid fire.”
Here we go.
“Gay marriage?”
Of all things to ask?“Which answer do you want?”
“Your opinion.” His adorable dimple pops as he tries to hide his smirk. For a politician, he has the worst poker face. “What do you believe is the right answer?”
“This is a trap! Where are the hidden cameras?” I laugh, looking around.
“No trap.” Alex squeezes my hand tighter and brings the back of it to his lips. “When you’re on TV in a presidential debate, I want to know if I’m watching the real you.”
“Wives of candidates don’t debate,” I deadpan.
“No, but after four to six years in the House, or maybe after the beginning of a second Senate term, you’re going to run. I need to know who I’m voting for.”
“What?” He’s lost his mind.
“You’ve spent too long worrying about cherry blossoms; I want to know where you stand on important issues.” There isn’t a hint of teasing in his tone; he’s genuinely curious.
I clear my throat dramatically. “It is my personal belief that marriage is between a man and a woman. A church should not be forced to perform marriages that go againsttheir beliefs.However”—he briefly glances at me—“everyone in this world deserves to marry the person they love. So, it’s not up to me or any state to stop two consenting adults from being legal spouses or to be wed by a religious entity that supports them.”
“Is that your official answer?” He cocks an eyebrow, biting his lip and unable to hide his smile.
“No,” I sigh and his face falls.
“Why not?”
I lower my head, eyes shut tight. Pulling my hand back from him, my stomach plummets to the floor. “You and I both know that in the end, I’ll have to fall in line. If I can’t find a safe way out of the marriage, I’ll have to support whatever Chris supports.” The car slows down, and I open my eyes as Alex pulls over. “Why are we stopping?”
