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Mayor Ross Midberry
Panting echoedin the stairwell of city hall. The combination of my heavy breathing and Stormy’s somewhat theatrical whines bounced around us, probably too loud, but it wasn’t a busy foot-traffic time of the day, so I wasn’t worried. His soft platinum hair brushed my skin as he kissed along my neck and sucked at a sensitive spot near my collar. The edgy puff of hair on top of his head, styled up on his otherwise shaved cut, was just right for tugging and running my cheek over. He let out a low, sexy sigh. I loved how much effort he put into letting me know he was having a good time, almost as much as I loved the way his trim body was a perfect fit in my arms.
Stormy was worth every single dollar he charged.
He lifted his glossy pink lips toward mine and leaned his slight weight against me as he warmed my front while the wall at my back cooled me down. Overhead, the underside of the stairs would shelter us from anyone coming down, so hopefully we would hear them and be able to stop before we got caught. On the landing below us was the entrance to the third floor, and if someone opened the door, they would look right up and see me with Stormy.
We would be extra-special fucked. Completely on display.
Adrenaline trembled through my body—a high I chased any chance I could. I ran my hands down Stormy’s back and gripped his ass through his tight jeans, palming his plump, perky cheeks and dragging him tight against my body. Professionals were an interesting bunch as a whole, but Stormy was unique. He came to me anytime of the day or night when I called, without ripping me a new one for interruptions to his schedule, and unlike some men who worked for cash, I didn’t think he was gay for pay.
He didn’t have to pop pills to catch wood, not that I gave a fuck if someone did that.
He didn’t close his eyes and imagine someone else; he always stared right at me while I fucked into his body. The connection was electric.
He was always hardfor me, and I loved it.
All I had to do was kiss him and he’d be pushing a gold-medal-worthy hard-on against my leg, hip, or if I was good and drunk, my lips. I humped against him as I thought about the last time I’d had his cock in my mouth.
“Mr. Mayor, why don’t we go to your office?” he murmured and licked at my chin. When I gave his asscheeks an extra-hard squeeze, he chuckled.
“What, you’re not so hot for me you’d take me anywhere you can have me?” I thrust against him and the wave of twisted pleasure that throbbed in my cockhead rushed through my gut and had me clutching him closer.
He smirked, but a sadness I hadn’t been prepared for snuck across his face until he was frowning. “You know me, I’ll do whatever you want. Your money, your decisions. It’s not smart to do this here.”
“I like the idea that anyone could see me balls deep in you.” I leaned down and sealed my lips to his. The real truth was that I couldn’t stand Mark’s fretting every time I did something I wasn’t supposed to do. Unlike Vane, who I was fairly sure banged his fiancé in his office every other day, I kept Stormy well away from New Gothenburg’s executive floor.
And far, far away from my too innocent, yet highly effective, senior assistant, Mark.
Mark not seeing Stormy just made my life easier. He always had something to say about my “habits,” as he liked to call my sex life.
Lately Stormy had kept me out of the office a lot because I fucking loved drilling his ass. I couldn’t get enough. I’d spent every last cent I could on him. Hell, I’d even drained my emergency savings to pay for today. He was so worth it.
Stormy smacked my shoulders and arched back enough that he could drag in a deep breath. His copper eyes trapped me for a few heartbeats. His irises were so beautiful I’d asked once if they were contacts, and then I’d had to endure his smugness for the rest of the night. He was the total package, even when he was being insufferable.
“Ross, I’m just worried.” He glanced around. “I get these bad vibes sometimes. And my horoscope today said to prepare for communication issues to ruin a project.”
His nose was long and aristocratic, and I loved the way it wrinkled with his pout. I grabbed his leg and dragged it up so I was holding his thigh and supporting him. He moaned as I thrust against his delicious body. “Astrology? We’re going to base sex around what the stars say?”
“It seems smart.” He beamed at me and nestled into my embrace. “You know, I don’t do this for just anyone, but I’d even take you to my apartment. It’s not too far from here. Nice soft bed. Fully stocked kitchen.” He blinked up at me, and I got the impression he wanted to say more, but like a good professional, he was leaving the final say up to me.
My gut froze as I thought about what he’d said. “Apartment? Like… the place where you live? Not your room at the Courtesan? Isn’t that a bit….”Personal.“Dangerous for you?”
He snorted and kissed the corner of my mouth. “You’re not a stranger anymore. Unless you’re going to strangle me out cold the next time you fuck me, I’m fine with it.”
“Maybe we’re getting too close,” I said and eased off my hold on him to let his foot fall to the floor. I pressed my hands against his pecs and moved him back a step.
His eyes widened, and my heart pounded hard, but not from lust. He wanted me to go to his apartment? What was he thinking? I kind of wanted to go.What the fuck am I doing?
“No, no, that’s not it. I just thought it would keep you out of trouble, maybe, but I’ll do what you want, Mr. Mayor. I’m your call boy, after all.” He gave me a pained smile, winked, and slithered down my body to his knees. He was quick to fish me out of my pants and aim my cockhead into the bliss of his mouth.
Closing my eyes, I leaned back against the wall and sighed through the sweet torture of suction. Stormy knew what I liked and used the barest hint of his teeth as he pulled off and then sucked along the underside of my cock. I petted his hair and grabbed a handful of it, even though I didn’t urge him any faster. I loved the way he played with my balls and swirled his tongue. I glanced down. Stormy was looking up at me, pretending he enjoyed what he was doing as he opened wide and bobbed his way down my dick until he had his nose buried against my groin. Pleasure coiled fast and furious at the root of my cock. My balls tingled. He swallowed and my bones turned to liquid while my dick hardened until it seemed like it would grow bigger than the rest of me. It feltsofucking good. He swallowed around me again and heat streaked through my body. My hips popped forward and I drove myself deep to fuck his throat. He encouraged me with soft strokes of his fingers along my lower abs.
“Stormy, you’re so good at this. You give million-dollar blows,” I whispered, and he hummed, sending goose bumps to race along my skin. My balls swung as he palmed them. The massage he gave my sack had me floating. I was ready to pump cream into his belly already.
The door below us banged open. It took me a second to peel my eyes open and engage my brain cells. When I did force my eyelids apart, it was to the sight of two burly uniformed police officers with shiny, golden New Gothenburg Police Department shields glinting on their chests. Their boots were loud on the steps as they advanced toward us. My first reaction was to laugh, but Stormy swallowed again, hadn’t stopped sucking, and my vision whited out. I moaned and wasso fucking close.
