The Gentlewoman by Lisa Durkin

A surprised gasp escaped her throat as he freed a nipple from its cover
and sucked it into his mouth, his tongue laving it. Rory moaned and leaned into
him, rubbing his cock harder.
    She reached for his belt as a ding sounded. “Sir, we’re
approaching the building.” Rory leaned back and Jackson released her, peering
into her eyes.
    “We’re not finished here,” he said as he leaned her back to
button her blouse. They were both fighting to bring their breathing under
control and as they looked at each other, a smile spread over Rory’s face. They
both cracked up.
     
    Two hours later Rory sat in Jackson’s BMW as they made their
way to the airport. That familiar panic was rising inside her once again,
telling her she needed to trust her instincts and stay away from him. After her
careless behavior in the backseat of the livery car, she wondered how wise it
was to keep his company. Not only did she fear how this would end up, but how
smart was it to engage in that type of immature behavior with witnesses around?
For Christ’s sake she was a United States Congresswoman.
    She seemed to lose her self-control when she was around him,
but it felt good. He made her hot; that’s all there was to it. He certainly was
one of the best-looking men she’d ever seen. She looked over at him as he
drove. He had the thickest hair, straight nose and full lips. But those eyes,
those blue eyes could cause combustion from just a stare. He certainly was the
pretty boy she had first pegged him as, more than pretty. With that hard
muscled body, he was a total Hollywood movie star package. No wonder the media
loved him.
    But it wasn’t just his looks. Rory had been out with some
hot men in her life. Aidan had been nice looking. Maybe that was it. Jackson
Dorn seemed really beautiful on the inside too. Either that or he was just too
good at the political act. She hoped that wasn’t the case because beautiful
face and hard body aside, she liked spending time with him.
    When the car had dropped them off at home, they had gone
into her apartment where she finished organizing herself for her quick trip
home. Jackson had ordered Chinese. They had eaten together and engaged in some
normal conversation.
    He had asked about her trip. She had run down the fundraisers
and meetings she would attend, and the visit to her cousin Devon and her kids,
if only for a short time. Jackson asked about all of the events and about her
family. He was amazed that even Devon’s parents had died, so it was just the
two of them and Devon’s three kids.
    Rory was used to this reaction, always being around much
larger families in the Irish community. Much different from Jackson’s family of
course, as he had explained that he had three brothers and a sister, and each
of them was married and had multiple children. Good Irish people. He had
mentioned to Rory how unusual it was that an Irish family like hers would have
only one child. Rory explained that her parents would have liked more children,
but her mother’s lifelong battle against cancer had begun when Rory was only a
toddler and left her unable to have more.
    Jackson had taken that opportunity to tell her about his
mother’s battle with multiple sclerosis, and how he was no stranger to dealing
with a parent’s illness. Another thing they had in common. Rory listened
sympathetically as he described the advancement of his mother’s MS through the
years, and how she didn’t seem to be doing very well currently. She could tell
he was worried about her as he expressed his regret at not being able to make
it back to Maine for another several weeks to check in.
    As they approached the airport, Jackson pulled into the
short-term parking instead of dropping her at the departures terminal. As he
switched off the ignition, Rory grabbed her purse and unclicked her seatbelt.
    “Wait,” Jackson said as she moved to open her door. His gaze
was boiling and probing all at once. He reached out and grabbed her