“Sounds like someone I know,” Meg whispered to me.
I reached over to slide a hand up her bare thigh.
“They can,” Myrtle insisted, “with a lot of patience. That’s why I feed them. They know me now—it’s part of the process.”
“Yeah, them and that possum that you also took home and had running around your house,” the man shot back.
“Why don’t we start a feral-cat committee?” Meg suggested. “And you can all work together and come up with one comprehensive set of recommendations, and do let me stress recommendations. I can’t promise these will become law.”
The two warring factions glared at each other.
“Or,” I suggested, “we could let the alligators take care of it.”
“There aren’t any alligators,” Myrtle scoffed.
“Oh, yes there are,” Horace said. “My dad swears he saw one.”
“Unfortunately, I have another meeting,” Meg said over the din of the argument. “But feel free to use this room as long as you need.”
I slipped out a side entrance with her.
“You had to bring up the alligators,” Meg complained to me as I followed her to her office.
“I’ll have you know that a number of constituents have come to me and told me all about the feral alligator problem.”
“We don’t have alligators.” Meg rolled her eyes, went into her office, and set her bag down on the desk. I shut the door quietly then took two steps over to her, wrapping her in my arms.
“I missed you,” I whispered to her. She felt so right as she practically melted against me. It was like the first time I had ever kissed her, back when we were opposing counsels on the Holbrook divorce case.
I backed her up so her ass was against the heavy wood desk. She moaned against my mouth as I unbuttoned her blouse. I pressed kisses along her jaw, down her neck, to her collarbone, then her tits. She cried out softly as I took one in my mouth, heavy and round, the nipple a hard pebble under my tongue. Meg whimpered, tugging at my clothes. I took out the other breast, sucking harder at that one, needing to feel all of her.
The whimpering noises she made were driving me crazy. I slid a hand under her skirt. Her legs widened for me; her panties were soaked, and I stroked the silky wetness through them. My pants were tight, my cock aching for her.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I rasped, kissing her hard then adjusting her position and pushing her skirt up.
She moaned as I stroked her harder. She bucked against me.
“The first thing I’m doing as mayor is fucking you in my office.” I growled in her ear.
Meg shoved me off. My head spun as my brain tried to catch up with the fact that I was not, in fact, about to have quick, hot, dirty sex with Meg in her office.
“Er…” I tried to salvage the situation. “I mean when you’re mayor? When one of us is mayor?”How did you screw this up?
“You’re just doing this so you can knock me off my game and swoop in and steal the election,” she scolded, adjusting her clothes.
“No,” I said, trying to calm the raging erection in my pants since it was clear that Meg was about to drop-kick me out of her office, and I didn’t want to give the elderly secretary a heart attack. “No, I’m really just doing this because I want to fuck you.”
“I guess you’re going to have to find another option,” Meg said angrily. “I will not be used and humiliated by you again.”
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Meghan
“Of course he was always planning on being mayor,” I fumed to Kate in the campaign office. “Every once in a while, I let my guard down, and he uses the opportunity to twist it to his gain.”
“You’re just horny and stressed,” Kate told me soothingly. She handed me a pimento cheese sandwich triangle. I stuffed the whole thing in my mouth.
“Oof,” Kate said. “I’m not sure the food is cutting it. Maybe you need something harder, like alcohol.”
