“I’m sure that will cost an arm and a leg.”
“Or just a pussy.”
“Jeez, Hunter.”
“Not like that, Meg! Honestly, I’d just eat you out. In fact, it would be a win-win for you. My tongue on your clit and a new car! Though,” I said, glancing at her, “there’s an overlook nearby. We could—”
“No,” she said. She squirmed in her seat.
“You’re thinking about it, though,” I said, my voice lowering an octave. I wanted her. And if I wasn’t mistaken, she wanted me.
She shifted again in her seat.
I kept my hand firmly on the gear shift tight so that I wouldn’t reach over and press it between her legs.
“I don’t,” she warned.
“Then who was that outfit for? You were trying to make an impression on me. Admit it.”
“And since you could barely string two sentences together, looks like it worked,” she said.
“Congratulations,” I purred. “Now all I’m going to be able to think about is not beating you in the election but instead bending you over, spreading your legs, and fucking that perfect pussy.” Now that she was there in my car, it was like I had a moment of clarity. For the next thirty minutes, at least, that it would take to drive into town, she was mine.
She made another shifting motion.
“Am I making you wet?”
“I mean,” she said tartly, “I could tell you all about how my pussy is just aching for a big thick cock, but I don’t want you to crash the car.”
* * *
I hada death grip on the steering wheel when I pulled up in front of her apartment building.
“Thanks for the ride.”
“Meg,” I said, voice rough. I grabbed her before she could climb out of the car.
“I’m not sleeping with my opponent,” she told me, “so you better go running to Karen to see if she’ll give you a sympathy blow job.”
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Meghan
Ihad wanted to get into Hunter’s head, but instead, he was in mine. As I showered the grime and goat hair off me, I thought about Hunter being in the shower with me. I let my hands roam over my tits, down between my legs…
We have not sunk so low that we are going to rub one out thinking about Hunter.
Besides, he always seemed to know when I was thinking about himthat way. It was as if he could see it on my face.
That didn’t help me sleep, though. Every time my T-shirt or my panties moved over my skin, I imagined it was his hands moving over me, down, down, his tongue on my clit.
“Guess we aren’t sleeping anymore tonight,” I decided and checked my phone. There was an email from the mechanic who had towed my car last night after Hunter had called him. I needed to come in and pay for the new tire and the radiator.
Maybe I should just leave the car.
Even better, maybe I should take Hunter up on his offer—on both of his offers.
“You’re tired, and you need a breakfast biscuit,” I told myself as I put on one of my normal, unsexy suits.
