A/N: Over one hundred reviews ( 17, you rock)! Wow. Thank you for all the love for this story. And welcome new readers!

Talk about love... How about a little love scene? I figured you've all waited long enough ;) I've clearly marked the start and end of it, if love scenes aren't your thing you can easily skip it)

Enjoy!

(Writing love scenes is hard, btw, so sorry if it doesn't meet your expectations)

Alicia sucked in a breath as the frustration and anger she'd felt since getting home gave way to something else entirely. The picture John's words painted in her mind—him shoving up her dress and backing her into the hallway wall—was so powerful that she felt her core muscles clench in sudden, desperate need.

His eyes darkened and that was the only warning she got before he put his hands on her hips and crushed her mouth under his in a kiss that made her head spin and her knees buckle. His tongue ran along her bottom lip, demanding access and she granted it, putting the hand not holding the wineglass at his nape, urging him to deepen the kiss. It wasn't enough, she needed to get closer to him...

He broke the kiss, and she moaned at the loss.

"Inside," she heard him mutter through the thickening haze of lust that was taking over her brain.

Right. Inside would be better.

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Alicia led the way. She barely had time to put her wineglass on a side table before John's arms came around her from behind, his hands sliding upward over her stomach—and stopping just short of the undersides of her breasts.

He pulled her against him and his hot breath sent a shudder through her body when he whispered, "God, this dress is driving me crazy."

Then his mouth was on that sweet spot between her neck and her shoulder and one of his hands was cupping her breast while the other traveled down to her mound, cupping her there through the silk, and she forgot that she had wanted to tell him to rip the damn dress off of her already. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she heard John utter a hungry groan when he felt her nipple poke through the smooth fabric. But he left it alone to knead and caress the soft flesh around it instead. That wouldn't do…

Trying to get him to touch her nipple, Alicia wriggled—and her butt came in contact with his hard length, making him hiss and press his hips against her. The hand between her legs tightened, and wetness surged. John must have felt it through the layers of fabric, because he made an appreciative sound. And he finally touched her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until she couldn't take anymore…

"Turn around," he said, stepping back to give her room. She turned and wrapped her arms around him, sealing her mouth to his, while he lowered his hands to her hips and bunched up her dress. She gasped into his mouth when he put a hand inside her panties and ran a teasing finger through her folds, her hips jerking forward.

He kept tormenting her, plunging one, then two fingers inside while his thumb worked in its own delicious way, pressing and circling where she was most sensitive, bringing her to the edge in no time. Alicia could do nothing but cling to him. How did he know just how to touch her?

When her legs threatened to give out, he was there to support her, whispering in her ear to encourage her to let go. She arched into his hand, crying out when she toppled into pure ecstasy.

She slowly started to come down from her high, but got no time to make it all the way down to earth again before John lifted her up and carried her to her bedroom, where he set her down and started kissing her again. He put his hands on her butt to pull her against the part of him that was still hard and throbbing and Alicia rubbed herself against it, feeling her own excitement return and making them both moan.

There were too many layers between them, she decided. John seemed to reach the same conclusion, and they made quick work of getting their clothes out of the way before falling down on the bed together.

Alicia let her eyes roam his body, from his handsome face to his wide, muscular chest and well-defined abs—and lower. She wanted to touch him there… But when she reached out to do just that, he stopped her.

"I won't last if you do that," he warned, his voice sounding strained.

Touch him—or feel him inside her? That was a no-brainer. Sitting up, she reached into the drawer of her nightstand to retrieve a condom and handed it to him.

He quickly took care of protecting them before rolling her to her back and capturing her mouth with his. His hand traveled down her body, his fingers tracing a path of fire over her skin, until he touched her there again, making sure she was ready for him.

Alicia let out a whimper when he withdrew his hand, but it turned into a sigh of pleasure when she felt the tip of him nudge her entrance. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, welcoming him as he slid home in one smooth thrust.

"God, you feel good," John ground out between clenched teeth.

Then he started to move. First in long, slow strokes, but that wasn't what she needed. Or what he needed. His thrusts became faster, he went deeper, took her harder, and she was right there with him, pressing her hips up to meet his in an effort to feel him even deeper inside her. Clenching her inside muscles to give them both even more pleasure.

The sound of their moans and rapid breathing filled the room, the air heavy with their mingled scent, as they both strained towards a release that seemed… just… out of reach… Until John worked a hand down between them and his thumb performed its wicked magic again.

Alicia felt herself shatter into a million pieces, kept from flying in all directions only because he was there to hold her together, holding her tight as she convulsed around him again and again, sending him over the edge as well.

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The first light of dawn was peeking in through the window when John woke up from a deep sleep to find Alicia snuggled up to him, her head resting on his chest. He breathed in her scent and his mind started replaying memories of last night—their kisses, the urgency of their touches, Alicia falling apart in his arms twice—and he felt like the luckiest man alive.

Until he remembered her husband.

A sigh escaped him as reality kicked him in the gut. Yes, the sex had been… Perfect. But that didn't change the fact that it probably wouldn't lead to anything more, not with Peter in the mix.

Did he have it in him to be content with this never becoming more than a secret affair? With hiding and sneaking around, constantly aware of the risk of discovery? With never being able to hold her hand, kiss her, or even go out on a simple date with her, in public? He honestly didn't know.

John was staring at the ceiling, trying to figure it out, when he felt Alicia stir. "Hi," he whispered, when she raised her head and gave him a drowsy smile.

"Good morning," she replied in a husky voice, and he couldn't resist kissing her—a slow, leisurely kiss that had them both sighing in contentment.

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Alicia came out of the shower to find John sitting at her kitchen table in nothing but his boxer shorts, looking at his phone. Apparently he hadn't heard her come out of the shower, and she took the opportunity to just look at him sitting there. Her mind went back to the very first time he'd sat there, going through opposition research with her and Eli.

Who would have thought back then that they would eventually end up like this? She sighed quietly. Whatever this was… Last night had been great, but it had also been… unexpected. And even though she felt herself falling deeper and deeper in love with him, she still wasn't sure what she meant to him. After all, they hadn't done a lot of talking last night… That he'd come here instead of going home with Ashley after the gala was probably a good sign, but on the other hand… If he really cared for her, why had he gone to LA without saying goodbye? He had apologized for that on the phone, but he hadn't explained.

Yes, it was definitely time they did some serious talking, Alicia decided. And since today was Saturday and Grace was spending the weekend at Peter's… What better time to talk than now?

When she walked in, he looked up and she smiled at him—but her smile faded when she noticed his frown and the way he was clenching his jaws.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said, locking his phone and putting it down. "Coffee?" He got up to pour her a mug from the pot he'd apparently set when she was in the shower.

"Thanks," she said, taking the mug from him and studying his face. "Tell me what's wrong, John."

"I was checking the blogs. To see what they wrote about the gala. But then I saw another story pop up." He sighed. "About you."

"What does it say?"

"That you slept your way to the top." John took the mug from her hands and put it on the table, then took her hands in his. "It has pictures, too. And a copy of a credit card receipt."

"Me and Will. The presidential suite." Alicia looked down at their hands when he nodded. "That bastard!" she muttered.