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  The Senator

  An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

  Mia Barrett

  Copyright © 2019 by Mia Barrett

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Follow Me

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  Chapter 1

  Claire

  His name is Jasper McLaren, Senator Jasper McLaren and he’s more than twice my age. His black hair is going gray, but his bright blue eyes still sparkle with the youthful energy of a man in his twenties. We spoke alone for the first time the day Daddy was sworn into his new congressional seat and our friendship, if you can call it that, is no accident.

  That depraved soul has been eyeing me with no small degree of salacious intent ever since my father was hot on the campaign trail and he endorsed him at a campaign rally. He was always cordial and kind, nothing out of the ordinary was ever spoken or implied, but there was no mistaking the desire that appeared to simmer underneath the surface of our frequent but always supervised exchanges.

  For the past few weeks, as I neared my eighteenth birthday, I’ve wondered if he would make his seedy intentions known. I may be a virgin, but I’m hardly naïve. He’s a 40-year-old man and I’m not foolish enough to believe he would have much interest in an 18-year-old girl beyond a few sexual escapades. Senator McLaren is a single man, long-divorced, in a town where all politicians have wives and families. His reputation as a scoundrel is legendary. Knowing that, he’s the last man I should consider.

  But there's something about him that I can’t get out of my head.

  He’s hard to ignore. Jasper lives two blocks away from my parent’s home and I pass his place every day on my way to school. Every now and again, I see him standing by his window, ogling me as I walk by, smiling devilishly, and almost certainly salivating. I’m positive that man is thinking the most unholy thoughts about his colleague’s teenage daughter and planning something quite fiendish.

  But what is he planning? The curiosity is killing me.

  Daddy’s been trying to meet with him for weeks and he continues to swear him off, claiming he doesn’t have enough time. I can hardly blame him. My father can be a bit boring and sanctimonious. However, I’m sure if his legs were as long as mine and looked half as good in white knee socks and a short, pleated skirt, he might be able to squeeze him in for an afternoon meeting.

  I admit, there are days I add a bit more sway to my hips and bounce to my step, just to give him something to think about at the office all day. It’s hard not to encourage that type of lecherous attention when it makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. I’ve lived a bit of a sheltered life and took longer than most to blossom. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to be catcalled.

  This is long overdue.

  It took me a week to notice that Jasper was timing his return from Capitol Hill at the exact same moment that I walked past his house on my way home. He’d strike up a conversation with me, getting a bit more personal every day, knowing that my eighteenth birthday was just around the corner. Mr. McLaren is no fool. He wasn’t making one illicit move until my birthday, but he wanted me to like him and trust him enough to be receptive when I was finally in play. We’d chit chat on his stoop or take a brisk stroll to the coffee shop. It was a big secret and I love keeping secrets from my parents.

  I felt like such a bad girl.

  Although we hadn’t seen much of one another in days, on the afternoon of my birthday, he surprises me by waiting outside, looking extra handsome in his English-tailored suit, standing by his door with a bouquet of pink roses in hand.

  “Happy Birthday, Claire.” The corners of his mouth lift into a wicked smile.

  “Aren’t you looking good, today?” I flirtatiously make my way up the steps and snag my roses.

  “Not nearly as good as you do.” He chuckles.

  “Of course, you don’t, that would be ludicrous.” I smell my roses and smirk, eyeing his long, lean, muscular body underneath my lashes. He looks too good for a man in his forties.

  “Why don’t you come in and have a look around.” He waves me towards the door, urging me to follow him inside.

  As tempted as I am, I hesitate and think about it for a moment. This man is accustomed to women falling all over him. He’s devastatingly handsome, powerful, wealthy, with a body to die for. I like him. He makes me laugh. This might never become anything serious and maybe I don’t want that anyway, but I refuse to be forgettable. I’m not surrendering my virtue just so he can forget my name in a few months.

  I’ve got too much to do to fall head over heels. But if Claire Collins can’t be the one that got away, I want to be a fond memory.

  “You have nerve Senator McLaren. I hardly know you.” I frown and purse my lips in annoyance.

  He chuckles. “You know me well enough. Come on in.”

  He tries to persuade, but I stay firm.

  “Jasper McLaren, my mother warned me about men like you. I know what you want.” I play coy.

  Who the hell does this man think he is, anyway? He’s not getting into these panties without a bit of wooing.

  “Do you, now? And what is that?” He smiles, but I walk away. I’m not entertaining indecisive men or foolish games.

  A quick sprint and his strong hand catches my bicep, pulling me back.

  “You’re going to make this difficult, aren’t you?” He knits his brows.

  I raise an eyebrow and shrug.

  “Sir, I am not easy. If you want to partake of Claire Collins, it’s going to take more than some cheap pink roses that you probably got your assistant to fetch for you. This is D.C., perverted, old men are a dime a dozen.”

  A look of remorse comes over him. He thought seducing a teenage girl would be much easier than this. He could give up, but I’ve challenged him, and he cannot let a challenge go unanswered.

  He’s so predictable.

  “You’re right, Claire. We should go out on a proper date. But you know your father would never agree to it.” He cocks his head, believing this is somehow going to excuse him from feeding me.

  “You’ll figure something out. I hear you can be quite resourceful.”

  I wrench out of his grip and hand him back his flowers.

  “Thank you for the gesture, but I can’t show up to my parent’s home with roses. There will be too many questions. Please place them in some water. I’ll expect your call or text before the end of the day. No communication after 11pm. I have school tomorrow.”

  His mouth gapes open as I walk away, shaking my ass for his viewing pleasure.

  Chapter 2

  Jasper

  This little girl is running me ragged. I wasn’t anticipating so much work going into this seduction but now that we’ve gone out on a few dates, I have a feeling she’s going to make it worth my while. I’ve never met anyone who turns me on as much as Claire and the more I get to know of her, the worse it gets.

  Sometimes I think she’s got notions of this going further than just a proverbial roll in the hay, but then there are moments when she makes no bones about only wanting to use my body. I’m not sure if she kn
ows what she wants or she’s feeling me out.

  And now, I don’t know what I want.

  I’ve been able to see her a bit more frequently now that she’s graduated, but last night she informed me of her plans to leave for school in Boston in two months. There was no show of regret that our burgeoning relationship will be cut short, but she did say she would come see me today at 2:00pm. When I hinted that I have a meeting, she very sweetly apologized and changed her plans for next week, knowing full well I’ve had a perpetual erection since her birthday ten days ago and there’s no way in hell I’m waiting another week to get her alone.

  What the hell am I doing? She’s too young for me. I’m investing too much time with a girl who was always supposed to be delightful conquest. But there’s something about her. Instead of making me feel like the big, strong man pursuing the young, innocent girl, she makes me feel like a teenager. Half the time I fantasize about her, she’s wearing clothes. What’s happening to me?

  I feel like I’m dying of thirst and she’s the only drink in town.

  Claire arrives on time, swinging those delightful hips as she walks into my living room, wearing a short sundress and her long dark hair pinned up in a ponytail. She looks good enough to eat.

  “Well, Jasper, you’ve got me alone now. You’ve been waiting for this moment since you first cast those big, blue eyes on my...what was it, my full bosom or my round behind that first caught your eye?” She giggles as she looks around the room.

  “That’s what I like about you. You don’t waste words. Everyone in this town is so full of shit, but you like to say what’s on your mind.”

  As she plops down on my overstuffed sofa, I glare down at her and try to contain my lust.

  She’s so beautiful.

  “You’d like to know what’s on my mind, Mr. McLaren? Fine, let’s be blunt with one another. Let’s make a promise to always be honest with one another. Can we do that?”

  Unsure of what I’m agreeing to, I nod and stammer a quick, “Yes.”

  “I imagine now that I’m past the legal age of consent, you’d like to have sex with me, right? Of course, you would and I’m perfectly agreeable to that.” She rises and sashays across the parlor towards me.

  “You are?” My eyes grow wide with excitement. She is truly magnificent.

  “Yes, I’m no fool. I realize you haven’t been spending time with me because you like conversing with teenage girls.”

  “No, I enjoy your company, sincerely.” I practically gush as I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer.

  Glancing down at her whiskey-colored eyes, I watch her flutter her lashes, before she smirks.

  “That’s sweet, but I’m primarily interested in you for sex. I’ve never had sex, Jasper and out of all the men that I might have chosen to be my first, I think I like you best. You’re handsome, tall, you always smell nice, and by the outline of the hard-on you try to shield whenever you watch me in my pleated, plaid skirt, you seem to be reasonably well-endowed. I hope I’m not wrong.”

  Fighting to hide the smile dancing on my lips, I stutter my reply.

  “No, you’re not wrong. But how in the world are you still a virgin, little girl?”

  Pushing away from me, she cocks her head and unzips her dress.

  “You couldn’t possibly believe I haven’t had tons of offers?”

  “No, I reckon you’ve had your share.”

  “I’ve waited until this age because I wanted to experience a man, not some silly boy. What I’d like to know from you, Jasper McLaren, is are you capable of showing a young girl, a good time? I know what to do, I’ve seen plenty of movies, dirty ones. I just had to wait for the right partner.” She lets her dress fall to the floor and I expel a deep breath, mesmerized by the vision before me.

  “I’d like to have a memorable summer with an older man. Nothing serious, just some fun before I start college.” She unhooks her bra and curls her finger, enticing me to follow her.

  “Is that all?” I swallow hard, gazing helplessly at the sight of her eighteen-year-old breasts.

  They’re stunning. She’s stunning.

  “Where exactly is your bedroom?”

  “Are you certain you’re ready, darling? We can have a few more dates. I’ve only been with a virgin once, and since that was more than twenty years ago and I was one too. I’m not sure I appreciated that moment fully.” I tug at my tie and undress as I walk upstairs.

  “No, don’t confuse this with a relationship, Jasper. I don’t need you getting attached and territorial. My dance card is pretty full now and once I’m done with you, I’d like to have some fun sampling what D.C. has to offer.”

  Horrified by her words, I hardly allow her to finish her sentence before I grab her by the ass and lift her off the floor.

  “Don’t worry about it, Claire. I’ve got lots of girlfriends. I’m just trying to be a gentleman.”

  As I watch her with a smug, annoyed expression, I almost expect her to cover those perfectly shaped, oversized, supple breasts, but she makes no move to shield them. There is no attempt at feigning modesty, she knows she has me where she wants me. Instead of covering up, she brings her legs together and proceeds to slide down her lacy panties, giving me an incredible view of her bare pussy.

  My heart stops and my mouth waters. I think I’ve just died and gone to heaven—my fantasy heaven, not the one with angels and saints.

  “Jesus, you’re beautiful. You look like you’ve just stepped out of my wildest fantasy.” I step closer, embarrassed I’ve said something so telling.

  Her eyes grow wide with surprise. She looks moved but there’s no chance she’ll admit it.

  “Thank you.” Rising to her knees, she helps me on the bed. “Would you like me to start?”

  I narrow my eyes and pull her roughly to me. “You want me to show you a good time, Claire?”

  She nods.

  “Then let me lead, just this once.”

  Chapter 3

  Claire

  Jasper does not delay. When he presses his hard body against me, I moan shamelessly from the instant surge of desire that courses through my veins. I can’t believe this is finally happening. Watching him undress, I can hardly contain my glee, the sheer excitement of seeing his incredible body, rippling muscles, washboard abdomen, and that huge, thick cock that makes me shudder with lustful anticipation.

  He’s breathtaking and for the next few hours, he’s mine.

  As much as I play it cool, there is no one else I want. Something about his damn eyes that makes me want to lose myself and submit completely to his every whim, fancy and command. I’m dying to be his nasty little girl and maybe so much more.

  No. This is just sex.

  I need to remind myself not to get attached. I’m far too young and there are too many adventures to be had. Claire is meant to be a wild girl who lives in the moment. I don’t have the time or patience to entertain whatever longings my teenage heart might harbor for this handsome pervert. Stop fantasizing about falling in love and reforming a scoundrel. Men like him never change.

  Anyway, this is going to be the decade of Claire. No settling down.

  Caressing my face, he lifts my chin and gently grazes his lips against mine, teasing and licking them as his masculine hands drift down my waist, caress the swell of my hips and dig into the curves of my ass. When our lips crash together, sparks fly and I feel the heat radiate between us, so hot it quickly overwhelms me and makes me shiver and writhe in his arms. He tastes so good, I don’t want this to end, but I can’t fall in love.

  Steady, girl.

  Whimpering with need, but desperately trying to hold it in, I pull away, fearing I might melt, but he doesn’t let me get far. Craving more, he molds his body against mine, kisses me deeper, grinding his massive cock against my crotch as the warmth we kindle ignites a torrid passion within me.

  Goddamn, he’s good.

  Taking my lips as his own, sliding his tongue inside my mouth, caressing me, savoring
every little nibble and lick, I feel him urge me to surrender, but I can’t. I know what he’s doing, and I won’t have it. Fighting back, I deepen our kiss, and then break away. He isn’t going to make love to me.

  We have a deal. This isn’t serious.

  When he moves his attentions to my neck, I run my long fingernails down his hard abdomen, and trail my hand south, pushing down on his stiff erection, gripping it for the first time as he shudders in my grasp. Holding it, I feel a thrill at the thought of it moving inside me, stretching me open and filling me with his hot, sticky seed. I want him. The wait is killing me. I feel desperate to take charge, straddle him and get this moving, but everything he’s doing feels too damn good to stop.

  Growling in my ear, he continues to massage my breasts as he roams down my shoulder and trails kisses across my chest. When his warm mouth finds my taut nipple, I gasp and melt into him, pulling him closer and whimpering as he suckles and tugs at my sensitive flesh. I didn’t expect I’d feel this way, this aroused, that desire would swarm my senses and make me purr into his hair as his lips gently pull and tease me.

  Tugging his black hair, I smash his face down, relishing the moment, savoring the sensation of his warm mouth while he grinds his hard cock into my crotch. I feel helpless, out of control, driven by primal lust. The feel of his thick shaft against my moist pussy, is forcing me to rub and rock against it, allowing the slickness to move it with ease against my swollen clit. When I tremble from the sensation, he stops.

  “Well, hello, baby.”

  He chuckles as he tosses me forward and kisses his way down my stomach, teasing me, making me wince and moan with anticipation, drawing me out until I don’t think I can take one second more. Moments before I beg, he spreads my legs and buries his face between my thighs. I gasp at the sensation but try to hold in his due praise. I promised myself I wouldn’t appear too grateful, but the second his tongue zeroes in on my clit, I gasp loudly and squeal with unimaginable delight.