“I’ll see you tomorrow at the office,” my friend said, waving to me. I had parked at the campaign office and walked down to city hall earlier for the debate. The night was slightly warmer, which was good. The walk wasn’t that far, and I was high on my win at the debate.
“Maybe I’ll be mayor after all!” I said giddily, imagining the bigger office and, of course, the bigger paycheck.
Most importantly, I would stop the Svenssons from building condos in the green space.
“I can’t believe them,” I muttered. “Of course they were trying to railroad through a shady development. Not on my watch!”
As I passed by Hunter’s campaign office, I half expected the Svenssons to be in there strategizing. But it was dark. Or actually, it wasn’t. I peered through the window. Someone was there—Hunter.
I was high on my win, and I wanted to gloat. I wanted him to feel like he had made me feel yesterday. This time I had the upper hand.
Hunter stood up abruptly as the door opened, hastily buttoning up his pants.
I laughed, my voice echoing through the dark, empty office. “I guess you’re not as immune to me as you want to think,” I teased, sauntering over to him. I set my bag down on a nearby desk. “Mr. I’m-in-Control, Mr. I’m-Going-to-Wait-Because-of-My-Ironclad-Will.” I was in front of him now. His eyes were bright in the dark.
“Frankly, I’m offended you were going to sit there and jack off instead of fucking me.” I walked two fingers up his chest. His jacket was off. I slowly undid his tie. His eyelashes fluttered.
“I’ll fuck you now.” God, that deep voice. Maybe, on another night, I would be whimpering and pleading in front of him, but not now. He was mine, and I was going to enjoy it.
“See, unfortunately for you, that was a one-time thing,” I told him. His head tipped forward slightly as I threw his tie on the ground then unbuttoned his collar, pressing my tongue to the flash of skin. He hissed a curse.
Hunter reached for me, but I slapped his hand away. Under his intense gaze, I slipped my panties off from under my skirt.
“Meg,” he groaned.
I sat back on the desk, spreading my legs, my fingers slipping down between my thighs to touch my pussy. Hunter rocked back on his heels like he had been gut punched. I let my lips curl up into a slow, seductive smile.
“Do you like what you see?” I asked, deliberately teasing myself. My fingers started a slow, leisurely sweep up and down over my clit. I widened my legs, tipping back my head and letting out a long, exaggerated groan. Just for him.
“You know I do.” His voice was as rough as if he had swallowed glass. I knew he must be achingly hard already—I could see the bulge his cock made against the front of his pants. The thought of finally feeling him inside me was enough to make my mouth water.
My inner walls clenched in sympathy, and despite myself, I picked up the pace to tease my clit with more effort. Warmth spread through my body. I was hungry for him. But it wasn’t time. Not yet.
“Do you need a hand?” Hunter stepped forward, but I knocked his reaching fingers away.
I clucked my tongue. “Uh-uh. Since you didn’t feel like fucking me last night…” I trailed off, hooking one heel on the edge of a desk drawer to open up and let him see the whole show—how pink and flushed I was for him. “You can just watch.”
His eyes flashed with anger and frustrated lust. “You don’t want me to make you come?”
I pouted, pretending to think about it as my hand slowly picked up the pace. My hips rocked up in time with my movements, and I had to force myself to be still. It was exciting to have him standing before me, frustrated, while I got myself off. “You can fuck me,” I said slowly, drawing out the word, “if you make me come first.”
“Deal.” He sank to his knees, pushing my thighs apart in one quick movement. I barely had time to pull my hand from myself and grab the back of his head before his mouth was on me.
“Ohshit!” The gasp slipped out before I thought to clamp my mouth shut.
Hunter’s tongue teased my pussy and pointedly swept over my clit in one long lick. I shivered from head to toe. My thighs wanted to clamp around his head and just ride him for all he was worth. Hunter licked me like he was trying to find the center of a Tootsie Pop, not giving me any time to catch my breath. He shifted slightly, his fingers coming up to tap lightly at my opening. He slid two fingers in at once—the stretch felt amazing and lit up a new wave of nerves through me.
I cried out, legs trembling, and he licked me again at the same time his fingers hit the perfect spot inside me…
I saw stars behind my closed eyes.
Hunter wove me through the waves of orgasm. Just as I came down completely, he pulled back.
I stared at him, dazed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.
“It’s like you were just wishing I would wander into your office and beg for your cock,” I joked.
“Good thing you did, or I was going to yours and fucking your tight little pussy.”
