by Alina Jacobs
“I thought you said you had it together,” he said, a vise grip on his briefcase.
“I do, I do,” I assured him.
My phone beeped. I checked it then bit down a curse. It was a picture of Meg; she was wearing barely there black lace panties and a bra that was more black silk straps than coverage. Her nipples were visible through the sheer black lace.
Meg: Hope this helps you concentrate on the election.
Fuck. I did not have it together.
51
Meghan
“I think I made a mistake,” I admitted to Kate the next morning as I nervously crammed a ham, egg, and cheese croissant in my mouth. Sex always made me hungry, and Hunter had made me ravenous—and not just for food. “You would think that three orgasms ought to be enough to hold me for a few weeks,” I said as I finished off my breakfast. But what I really wanted was Hunter.
“You’re still trying to catch up from your dry spell,” Kate said reassuringly. “You just need to refill the reservoir.”
“I can’t sleep with him again,” I protested. “Then it becomes a pattern, and Hunter will know that I need him. Then…” I waved my hands around. “Disaster! Elections lost! No more money!” Heartbreak.
The door swung open, and Ida marched in. “I just wanted to tell you, you go, girl! You played Hunter dirty last night. And it was glorious! I know we aren’t supposed to be coordinating,” she said, waving off my protests, “but I wanted to bring you a starter arsenal, so to speak. Don’t let up on him. He must yield to the power of the pussy!” Ida made a V shape with her hands.
Kate picked one of the scraps of lingerie out of the box.
“Oh no, it’s ripped,” I remarked.
“It’s supposed to be like that,” Ida insisted. “Here, try this one on.”
“I can’t put that on! I have to go down to city hall in a little bit.”
“Unleash your inner sex demon!” Ida ordered. “You want to win the election? Yes? Then you have to use all your assets to your full advantage. It’s like sexy cyanide in Hunter’s iced tea. He’ll be trucking along, thinking he’s going to beat you at the debate, then bam, he sees you in his office in a pair of crotchless lace panties. He thinks he’s about to wow some big shot from the state government, then pow, you send him a sexy picture on his phone and derail that train.”
“We might have to work up to Meg sending a sexy photo to Hunter,” Kate drawled. “She’s a bit of a prude.”
My face went red.
“Oh my god!” Kate squealed. “You’ve sexted him before?”
“It wasn’t one of my finer moments. I probably shouldn’t do it again.”
“Hell yeah, you should!” Ida pumped a fist. “That sex horse is out of the barn. If he wanted to blackmail you with your nudes, he’s already got all them all, so you might as well turn it around on him.”
“Oh my god, what if he blackmails me!” I cried.
“Then you can blackmail him back,” Kate said. “There’s bound to be dirt on him somewhere. I’ll have Grant and his cousins see if they can dig something up. Never hurts to be prepared!”
“Now go give him a pow,” Ida insisted.
“I’m not even sure these are going to fit,” I said uncertainly as I entered the small bathroom to change.
But the lingerie did fit. The bra was made mostly of strips of black silk with a small triangle of black lace right over my nipples. The panties had the same strappy thin black pieces of silk. I reached down to adjust them and bit back a gasp when I realized there was nothing between my hand and… everything else.
The thought burbled up unbidden of Hunter eating me out through the panties then fucking me. We’d had sex, yes, but he’d been mostly clothed. I craved his whole naked body against mine, that muscular chest against my tits.
Crap! I was starting to get wet! Think of ice and failing a test and not having any money. But it didn’t work; I wanted Hunter. And I wanted him bad.
I slipped my phone out of my skirt pocket and pulled up the camera app.
Bad idea! Bad idea! the rational part of me shrieked. But the sex-starved part wanted me to send it.
I snapped a few from below, my legs spread so he could see just what I was wearing, or not wearing. I made extra sure my face was not in the photos, then I sent them.
Ugh, maybe I shouldn’t have done that.
“Okay,” I poked my head out. “They fit.”
“Come out here; we need to take a picture.”
Kate gave me a crafty smile. “I think she already did.”
“That’s my girl!” Ida fist-bumped me. I shrieked as she brushed past me into the bathroom, grabbed my no-nonsense bra and panties, then shoved them into a plastic bag and stuck them in her purse.
“You don’t need these anymore!” she called out to me, power walking to the front door.
“Wait! I—”
Kate stopped me before I almost ran outside after her. “I don’t think the town is ready for that,” she said, gesturing to my mostly naked body.
“Crap! I have to be at city hall,” I complained through the bathroom door as I dragged on my clothes.
The bra was sexy but had basically zero support.
“I can see if any of these other options have underwire,” Kate offered, pawing through the box.
My phone buzzed with a calendar reminder.
“Too late,” I muttered.
“Make sure you schedule time for Hunter today!” Kate sang.
“I’m not sleeping with him!” Even though I really, really want to.
“Of course you are. We are refilling your well,” Kate said, handing me my bag and shoving me out the door.
“I can’t believe I’m not wearing any underwear. This is so embarrassing.” Actually, not wearing underwear would be better instead of these sexy crotchless panties. I tried not to think about what I was wearing as I sat through a meeting with Mrs. Levenston and Mrs. Stodder about incoming development proposals.
“Are you feeling all right, dear?” Mrs. Stodder asked me, patting my hand. “You look a little flushed. You aren’t getting sick, are you?”
“No, thanks for your concern,” I told her.
“Why don’t you go have a nap in your office? I’ll tell people that you’re on a call with the governor and can’t be disturbed. That’s what I did with Barry.”
“No wonder nothing got done around city hall,” I muttered to myself as I headed back to my office. I was going to send a few emails, then I was going home to change.
In the back of my head like a steady bass beat was the desire for Hunter. Should probably rub one out just to be safe.
“As if! I don’t even have a couch,” I complained as I walked in and set my bag down. The door closed behind me with a quiet puff.
“Weird, it doesn’t normally do that…” I turned. “Hunter, what are you—” I didn’t have time to finish my question before he grabbed me, pushed me back against the desk, and kissed me roughly.
I moaned as his hands tugged on my clothes.
“Are you still wearing those panties?” His deep voice was filled with desire for me. His hand pushed up under the skirt. He grinned against my mouth. “It appears that you are.” He stepped back and headed for the door.
“Wait!” I called, hating myself for sounding so needy.
He smirked at me over his shoulder; his eyes flicked up and down my body. Then he turned the lock on the door and approached me, shedding his jacket then his tie.
“So you do want me after all. I thought your pussy looked especially wet in those photos,” he remarked, sounding too calm.
I swallowed. “Just thinking about Walter.”
He laughed. “No you weren’t.” His hand came up and tangled in my hair. He kissed my neck then my jaw then my mouth, his tongue slipping in and tangling with mine.
I grabbed at his hair.
“You were thinking about me, about my cock buried inside of you.”
I gasped in answer.
/> “Let me see,” he ordered, stepping back and crossing his arms.
I slowly unbuttoned the suit jacket that I had kept closed, as I was basically not wearing a bra. Then I slipped off the knit top underneath and threw it to the floor.
“And the skirt,” he said.
I shimmied it off slowly. He blew out a breath.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he said, still regarding me, his eyes flicking from my mouth, to my tits, back up to my eyes. Abruptly, he reached to pull me close, so that my body was pressed against his own. Grabbing me under the ass, he swung me around so that I was sitting on the edge of my desk.
My legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed me again. Deep and plunging. I heard myself make a breathy moan into his mouth.
Hunter’s warm hands encircled my tits. I gasped and arched up as his thumbs rubbed over and around my nipples, bringing them to stiff peaks.
“I love your tits,” he muttered, his voice sounding thick. “Look at these.” He pushed them together and then apart again, playing with them.
“Thanks, I… ah…” I broke off with a hiss as he pinched my nipples. “I grew them myself.”
He grinned at me, wolfish, and his gaze slid down my body. Then he stilled. “And you put on crotchless panties, just for me.”
Now my grin was like a predator’s. “All the better to trap your cock with.”
His answer to that was to pull me into another rough kiss. Sadly, he abandoned playing with my breasts, but before I could complain, I felt his fingers travel downward to more interesting places.
I moaned, catching his bottom lip in my teeth. My pussy was wet and ready for him, and when he finally ran his fingers over the fabric of my panties and down to my lips, I was ready for him.
Wrapping an arm around his neck to steady myself, I spread my legs wide. He stroked me from the top of my slit downward again, his lips traveling down my neck. I had very little leverage on the desk—all I could do was hold on as he stroked me.
Well, two could play at that game.
I reached down to cup his erection in my palm. His teeth closed on the skin of my neck, and I jumped and swatted his shoulder.
“Are you done playing with me or not?”
He drew back with a cocky grin. “Who says I’m playing?”
Leaning back, I braced my hands behind myself and arched my back. “I thought you were going to bury your cock inside me. Your words, not mine. But all I’ve gotten are a few lousy kisses.”
His jaw dropped, and I reveled in the look of outrage in his eyes. Then, unzipping himself, he pulled out his thick cock.
I leaned back a little more, smiling. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Hunter wasted no time with niceties. He rolled on a condom, then gripping my thighs, he pushed forward into my aching pussy.
I closed my eyes and tipped back my head, letting out a throaty groan. His thick cock inside me was like an itch being scratched, and when he started to move in short, rough thrusts, my nerves felt alive.
“That’s… all you got…” I grunted between thrusts.
He pulled me into a kiss, and I wrapped myself around him, holding on to the edge of the desk so that my ass didn’t scoot off. My toes curled as he hit the perfect spot inside me. I cried out, tensing, inner muscles tightening around him.
I came a few moments later, him following behind, but as I came down, I knew that as good as it had been… it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
Hunter kissed me, tongue tracing my lips. “I think that hit every fantasy I ever had about fucking you in your office,” he said mildly.
“Mm.”
He grinned. “You had the same fantasy. I know you did. You so wanted me to fuck you in your office.”
I squirmed.
His hands were back, caressing me. “Admit it.”
“Fine,” I hissed, nipping his lower lip. “But it wasn’t supposed to go exactly like this.”
His eyes widened in slight surprise. He gazed at me, working his jaw slightly. “How did it go?”
“Er… doggy style behind the desk?”
“That can be arranged.”
“Well, I mean…” I swallowed.
“Was it rough?” he asked me in a low voice.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
His hand tangled in my hair. He pulled more forward, not hard but not softly either.
“Get on the floor,” he said, tension in his voice.
I was immediately wet and ready for him. I let him push me to the floor so I was resting on my hands and knees. My pussy was aching for him.
“Come on,” I hissed, looking over my shoulder back at him. “What are you waiting for? A written invitation?”
He smirked. “Just enjoying the view.” Then, kneeling behind me, he brought the flat of his hand across my right butt cheek.
Crack!
I jumped in surprise and then let out a low, throaty moan. The sting on my ass was a bright counterpoint to the arousal building in my middle.
“You like that, don’t you?” Hunter leaned forward with his hands on my hips. I felt the head of his cock press teasingly against the entrance of my hole.
“Yes,” I groaned through slightly gritted teeth. I wasn’t usually one for hard-core spanking, but a little every once in a while hit the spot. Literally.
“What was that?” he asked. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
“God, Hunter,” I bit out, angry and aroused in equal measures, “just fuck me already.”
“Patience.” He was teasing me now, the head of his cock slipping in and out, playing with me. I moaned and slid my knees apart as far as they could go, welcoming him in.
Hunter continued, “I’ll give you just what you want—just what you deserve. You going to moan for me? You going to let me know how you feel?” I heard a condom packet rip.
“Yes…” I gasped as he finally, finally gave me the first couple of inches of that glorious cock. “Please, Hunter…”
“I love it when you call my name.”
“Hunter,” I said again as his cock seemed to light me up inside. Warm pleasure tingled from my stretched pussy and spread through my groin. I loved the feeling of him inside me.
“That’s it, Meghan. I want to hear you.” His fingers tangled in my hair as he pushed forward in a quick snapping motion that drove him to the hilt. I did what he wanted, letting out a lewd groan, my fingers scrambling on the floor.
He set up a harsh pace, fucking me hard and fast—just the way I had asked for. Just the way I had craved. My blood was on fire—every thrust inside of me was good. So good, hitting me in the exact spots that always made me feel crazy. My eyes slid shut, savoring it, then flew open again when he pulled my hair and—
Crack!
Another quick slap against my ass cheek, followed by hard, unyielding thrusts that seemed to strike my core.
I cried out, knowing I was getting loud but not giving a damn.
His free hand fell over my mouth. The slight feeling of restraint and the excitement of knowing we could get caught—someone walking in and seeing him drive in and out of me—sent me tumbling over the edge. I panted, lips open against his skin as I reached my climax.
He rode me through my waves of pleasure, and I felt him harden imperceptibly. His hand tightened over my mouth as his thrusts became erratic. He came with a hard grunt, slumping down briefly afterwards.
He pressed a kiss on my neck. “Did that meet all your requirements, Deputy Mayor?”
“Ooh,” I said. “No, not really.”
“What?” he growled.
I looked over my shoulder at him. “You’re supposed to call me Mayor.”
52
Hunter
“I don’t care what I call you,” I told her. “As long as this becomes a regular occurrence.”
“Drop out of the race,” she said, “and it can.”
Fuck. “You know I can’t do that.”
“Hm, then maybe you can just keep this memor
y in your spank bank,” she said, smoothing down my hair.
Twice in an afternoon? It should have been enough to leave me clearheaded. But I wanted more. I could easily spend all day in bed fucking her, making her come, breathing her scent in, kissing every inch of her, making her mine.
Was it ever going to be enough? No, not until she was mine completely. Wedded and, well, I supposed we had already bedded, so that ship had sailed.
“What is so important that I had to be here?” I asked my brothers. Several of the older ones plus a couple of the smaller ones were assembled in the kitchen.
Davy solemnly handed me an apron.
“Welcome to hell!”
“Hell’s kitchen, that is!” Archer said cheerfully. “As the bake-off is in two days at the baking festival—”
“Because of course Harrogate has a baking festival.” Greg scoffed.
“You don’t have to be here if you’re going to be negative,” Mace told Greg.
“Someone needs to babysit Hunter and make sure he doesn’t completely derail. He’s blown his last few shots.”
Yeah, I did… in Meg. Stop thinking filthy thoughts. Yeah, it was fucking filthy.
“Okay,” I told Archer. “Start the lesson.”
“Baking is wholesome,” my brother reminded me, clacking a whisk and a spatula together. “You’re doing this for the old ladies who think it’s adorable that you won’t be able to cook, but you tried your best.”
“I can cook!”
“Eh.” Isaac made a wavering motion with his hand.
“If they’re going to think it’s cute that I’m incompetent, then what is all of this for?” I gestured to the display of baking machinery and ingredients.
“You have to be cutely incompetent,” Greg said. “But not so incompetent that you put everyone in the hospital with food poisoning.”
“To that end, we have to get you ready for a variety of desserts that the contest might throw at you,” Archer explained. “There are multiple baking techniques. And we’re going to run through them in the next few days.”