For the Record (Record #3)(2)

Reckless or not, Liz wanted Brady . . . and she wanted him right now.

“God, baby, I missed you,” Brady groaned.

“You’ve been with me all morning,” she teased.

“Not the way I wanted.” He pulled her back from the wall and walked her toward a chair that he kicked out from under the table. His eyes were full of mischief as he started undoing his pants. “We don’t have much time.”

“You’re serious?” she asked, a bit surprised that he wanted to go through with this right here, right now. But Brady wasn’t someone to deny himself what he wanted. And there wasn’t any real danger of them getting caught. At least . . . not by a reporter, which was all that mattered.

Plus . . . she had never been good at turning him down, and her body was already aching for him.

Brady smirked at her. “Baby, I never joke about wanting you.” His loosed himself from his boxer briefs and took a seat facing her. She took a step toward him and his hands moved to the hem of her modest knee-length skirt. Pushing it up around her waist, he tugged her thong off and moved her so that she straddled him.

Her heart was already racing. It hadn’t been long since they had been together at Brady’s lake house, but already she couldn’t get enough of him. Every time she was with him it was a new unbelievable experience. Every time was better than the last. Every time reminded her that it was worth it to be with him. In the end, he was what made her happy.

Brady moved her hips so that she was hovering over him and she leaned forward so her hands rested on his shoulders. She wanted to grab on to his hair and use it for leverage, but thought that might be a dead giveaway when they left.

Her head tilted back when she felt him enter her. A moan got caught in her throat as he pushed her body the rest of the way onto his dick. “Oh, God,” she murmured.

His thumb trailed along her bottom lip and her tongue flicked out and licked it. Fire lit up his eyes. He shifted his pelvis up and she groaned again. His hand covered her mouth. “Not a word, baby.”

And he then proceeded to make that practically impossible. He gripped her hips in his hands and started moving her up and down on him. The quick, rough rhythm he started coupled with the uncertainty of how long they had before someone came looking for them pushed her to the edge. She bit down on her lip hard to keep back the moans and screams that she wanted to let loose. As Brady hit the right spot over and over again, she couldn’t hold back anymore, and so she covered her mouth with his.

Their lips moved in time. It was a frenzy of heated bodies and scorching kisses and passion that nothing else rivaled. Liz felt her climax hit and she gasped against his lips as she throbbed with pleasure. Brady finished after her and they sat there for a minute, reveling in their stolen moment.

And then they heard the knock at the door.

Liz scrambled backward off of him and lunged for her underwear. Brady stood casually, adjusted himself, and righted his suit. He didn’t look like anything had happened at all, aside from the lazy smile that crossed his face. As she rushed to put her underwear back on, Brady snatched them out of her hand and stuffed them into his pocket.

“What are you doing?” she hissed.

“Go without them.”

“Brady,” she groaned.

“I want to be onstage imagining you ready and waiting for me again.”

“You’re going to get yourself all turned on while onstage,” she pointed out, snaking her hand down his arm and trying to get to his pocket.

He yanked her close again. “It’s worth it.”

She stared up at him intently. Blue meeting brown with an unparalleled intensity. “You’re worth this,” she whispered.

Worth coming out about their relationship. Worth dealing with the reporters. Worth giving up her privacy. He was worth everything. A soft smile crossed his lips as he seemed to understand what exactly she was saying, and then he dropped a sensual kiss on her lips.

A promise. He’d make sure she was right.

“Brady!” they heard Heather call from the other side of the wall.

He smirked at Liz before unlocking and opening the door. “Heather, we were just coming to see you,” he said casually.

“Brady,” she groaned, shaking her head. She assessed him top to bottom. “You can’t do this already. You’re going to drive me bat-shit crazy.”

“This is different than normal?” he joked.

Her voice lowered and she glared at both of them. “I don’t even want to know what was going on in here. I can only imagine. Can’t you at least wait until we get back . . . or something?”

“Don’t know what you mean, Heather,” Brady said, crossing his arms. “Don’t I have a speech to give?” He grabbed Liz’s hand and started walking out of the back room.

Heather dropped in easily at his side and started going over the speech as if nothing had happened. Liz suspected that meant they would be getting shit later for going off like that. Checking out her cell phone, she realized they had been cutting it close. She dropped her phone back into her purse, and her eyes darted around the room for a bathroom.

But Heather grabbed Liz’s attention again. “Please stand right here and do not move again.”

“I’m not a child, Heather,” Liz snapped.

“Then perhaps you should take this more seriously,” she snapped right back. “You’re a liability, and sneaking off and doing . . . whatever you were doing is not helping anything.”