by Allen, Sara
"Maria, you can go straight to hell," Taylor joked.
"Wait," Maria said, looking around in feigned shock. "This ain't hell?"
Taylor chuckled. "It's about to be,”
creed
Victor listened to the watch commander stutter through the night's incident as long as he could before he asked, "Why were you speaking to that officer with such disrespect?"
The captain was completely thrown off by the change of subject. "Who? Montgomery? She's a pain in my ass; downright insubordinate. She refuses to go along with the program."
"What's the program, Captain Hale?"
"I'm trying to prevent a major incident here. With all this Black Lives Matter shit, a shooting like this could incite a riot. She just won't listen to reason."
"You mean you want her to lie."
"That's not what I said, Governor Creed. I'm just saying-“
"You were just saying that Officer Montgomery won't lie, at your behest, about what she witnessed."
"She's probably lying about what she saw. She's a disgruntled, militant, feminist. If you ask me, the worst thing this city could have done was allow women on the police department."
Victor closed the distance between them and stared down at the shorter man. The captain tensed and clutched the edge of his desk.
"I didn't ask you. And it would behoove you to watch what you say about Taylor Montgomery. Your life depends on it, you piece of shit. And if I ever hear about you disrespecting or trash talking Taylor, I'm coming back for your ass."
As Victor turned to leave the office, he heard Hale ask, "Governor Creed, sir, who is Officer Montgomery to you?"
"None of your fucking business," he answered as he left the office.
Taylor
After changing out of their uniforms, Taylor and Maria left the locker room and headed down the stairs. They walked over to the district desk, avoiding Gore and Trevor, his dumb, rookie partner. Gore was attempting to intimidate them with his best version of a threatening glare. Had the situation not been so serious, she would have laughed in his face.
"Can I have a time slip?" she asked the desk sergeant.
It was 3:30 am and she was working on overtime. Taylor's night had been thoroughly fucked up, and she'd be damn if she didn't get paid for it.
Just as the sergeant handed her and Maria overtime slips, Victor was walking out of the watch commander's office, with Captain Hale on his heel like a puppy. He was practically running behind Victor, until Gregor placed his big body in his path. The watch commander hadn't expected to run into the equivalent of a wall. Taylor couldn't help the giggle that escaped when he bounced off of Gregor, lost his footing, and fell on his rear end. Seeing her supervisor fall was funny, but her laughter ceased when she saw that Victor was walking in her direction. Her eyes widened in an effort to send a message to him to go in the other direction. Apparently, Victor couldn't read eye language, because he walked right up to her and slipped his arm around her waist.
"It's late. Leave your car. You're coming home with me tonight," he said in a sexy, authoritative tone that left no room for refusal.
Taylor looked around and every eye in the station was fixed on her.
"Okay!" Maria volunteered, forcing a nervous chuckle from Taylor.
Victor turned to Maria and extended his hand with a smile. "Maria, right? I've heard a great deal about you. It's nice to finally meet you."
"All good I'm sure," Maria said as she shook Victor's hand.
"Nope, sorry," he jested, causing her to narrow her eyes at Taylor.
Taylor fidgeted with her hands while they exchanged pleasantries. Neither of them was not at all that concerned that Victor had just outed their relationship.
"Okay, bye, Maria. Victor, let's go," Taylor urged.
She walked over to Gregor, hoping it would hurry Victor along.
"Wow," she mumbled under her breath.
"Wow is right," Gregor mumbled in return. "I've yet to witness a public display of affection on the governor's part."
Gregor's words hit Taylor like a brick. It wasn't the first time that Victor's actions implied that their relationship was more than casual, but they'd never had the discussion. The most they discussed was whether or not Taylor was willing to date him in the open. Obviously, he'd made the decision for her, unless he was truly unaware of how fast gossip traveled through the police department. Victor wasn't a naive man, so she somehow doubted that. Still, Taylor had no plans to initiate the conversation. Although she wanted Victor more than she cared to admit, she didn't want to scare the man away. She cared for him, and she was having such a wonderful time with him, but she had no way of knowing what was really in his head. So, Taylor planned to ride the hell out of that wave before the ocean dried up.
CHAPTER 11
Taylor
Taylor and Victor followed Gregor into Victor's apartment. It was the first time she'd entered his apartment since their first date. And to Taylor's surprise, Gregor hadn't confiscated her weapon.
She walked across the foyer, into the living room, and flopped down on the sofa.
"Don’t get too comfortable," Victor said. "I'm gonna go run you a bath."
Running her a bath was something that he often did for her whenever he'd spend the night at her house. She'd wash away all remnants of her hectic night with the help of candles and soft music.
"Thank you, baby," she said to his back as he walked out of the room.
She rested her head against the back of the sofa and thought of their conversation during the ride to his place. She’d told herself that she wouldn’t bring up the topic of their relationship, but Taylor just couldn’t help herself.
"Victor, why did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"You know exactly what you did. You just let every cop in the station know that we're sleeping together. That shit's gonna be all over the police department by tomorrow."
"So? You ashamed of me? I mean really; I'm the governor of Illinois for God's sake. You could do a lot worse than me," he chortled.
"Victor, this ain't no joke. I'm already the main topic of conversation in the station."
"I'm sorry, Taylor, but we're an item. You're not gonna be able to hide that forever. Now, we're both consenting adults, and we're doing nothing wrong. I don't want a secret affair. I want everyone to know that this is my pussy."
"Nice," Taylor said shaking her head.
"Yeah, put your big girl panties on and date the governor."
"Ugh, I'm never gonna get promoted."
Victor looked at her and laughed. "Don’t worry, sweetheart. After blatantly refusing to back up that bullshit story, you were definitely not running the risk of being promoted."
"That's not funny, Victor," Taylor said with a pout.
Sadly, the more Taylor thought about their conversation, she realized that Victor might have been right. Grudges lasted a long time in the department. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to not to think of the proverbial nail in the proverbial coffin that housed her career.
"Come, sweetness. Your bath is ready."
Victor's deep masculine voice echoed through the apartment. She opened her eyes to the sight of his well-formed, shirtless chest. His thick dark hair had fallen in his beautifully sculpted face, and his green eyes were sparkling like stars.
"Victor, you're gorgeous. You know that?"
"Gorgeous? Well, as long as you think so, I'm happy. But gorgeous is a description that best suits you, sweetness. Come on," he said, holding out his hand. "Let me bathe you."
"Yes, dear," Taylor murmured as she lifted her tired body off of the couch.
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Taylor lowered herself in the luxurious tub that made hers seem like a crock-pot. She looked around and determined that her entire bedroom could fit in Victor's bathroom. She slid further into the water and inhaled the fresh scent of candles and bubble bath while allowing warmth of the water to ease the tension in her tight muscles.
"I'm
never leaving this tub," Taylor moaned.
"That's too bad, because I got something out here waiting for you," he responded, donning a wicked grin, and grabbing his package.
"You might just have to bring that in here with me."
Taylor seductively drew slow circles around her wet nipple, before allowing her fingers to glide down her body and disappear into the water. Her provocative actions sparked her own arousal. She gasped softly as her fingers connected with her swollen clit. A moan escaped her parted lips as she manipulated the swollen nerve-filled bud. Victor massaged his visibly hard dick over his slacks as he watched Taylor pleasure herself.
"Let me see you cum, sweetness."
His deep lustful voice rumbled her insides, causing her to tremble. Victor unbuckled his belt, and Taylor became excited for what was to come. But the sound of his ringing phone and the knock at his bedroom door were like nails on a chalkboard.
"Gotdamnit!" he cursed loudly. "Don't move. I'll be right back."
He hurried out of the bathroom. Taylor could hear his heavy footsteps as he stomped across his bedroom. She heard muffled voices before the bedroom door was slammed. For what seemed like forever, she sat patiently in the tub until the water began to cool.
I guess playtime is over, she thought to herself as she stepped out of the bathtub onto a plush bath mat.
Taylor grabbed a towel and patted her skin before wrapping the towel around her body. She exited the bathroom and entered Victor's colossal bedroom. She searched his dresser drawers until she found one of his t-shirts. Taylor quickly threw it over her head and walked out of his bedroom.
"Who the fuck is she?!" she heard coming from the loud angry voice of a woman.
Taylor stopped in her tracks, deciding to let Victor handle the irate woman on his own. She'd been yelled at enough tonight. Not to mention, enough people knew more than they should about her personal life. She'd allow Victor to explain the intrusion later. For now, all she wanted was sleep. She would deal with her job and Victor's issues later.
She walked back into the bedroom and slid under the cool sheets. Taylor was physically and emotionally exhausted. And no sooner than she heard Victor's front door slam, she closed her heavy lids and found herself in Lala Land.
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Warmth encased Taylor's center. The overwhelming feeling of elation caused her to squirm. Her own moan woke her from a deep slumber. Even before her lids fluttered open, she knew what was happening. Victor was bringing her to ecstasy with his mouth; licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue over her already wet pussy.
"Ohh, Victor," she groaned. "Yessss, baby."
Although it seemed as if she'd just closed her eyes, the sun had come up. She was still so tired, but that didn't matter, because he was making her feel so good, taking her to a place where she could give less than a damn about the time that had lapsed. She just wanted more.
"Ummm."
His tongue was a lesson in the best torture. The pure unadulterated pleasure of it was almost too much to bear. But stopping him was not an option. It was so good; so good in fact that Taylor was already nearing an impending orgasm. She gripped a good portion of his thick, beautiful hair and fucked his face without mercy.
"Victor!" she shouted, thrashing her head from side to side. "Ima come, baby. Ima come so hard!"
Taylor could hear the groan of approval deep in his throat. It was just the incentive needed for her to implode.
"Aghh!!! My Go-o---d!!! Yessss!" she shouted as her body convulsed violently. But before she could ride the last wave of her orgasm, he pushed himself, large and unbelievably hard, into her and proceeded to fuck her senseless.
Three orgasms later, she was asleep again.
CHAPTER 12
creed
Victor rested his head under the warm stream of the shower. He'd only had a few hours of sleep. He'd still be in the bed had it not been for Taylor's energetic ass. She'd awakened him with a mind-blowing blowjob, before announcing that she was going in the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The woman was a ball of fire that he thought he'd doused in the night. But, apparently, her flame wouldn't be easily put out.
It was 7am and they had plans to go fishing with Taylor's dad. Victor was taking them to his lake house in southern Illinois. He had bragged to James about the abundance of Bluegills. Victor knew that he was dragging. And although he had set the date and time for their excursion, he hadn't accounted for the unforeseen shooting the night before.
Victor quickly finished his shower, dressed, and made his way to the kitchen. He found Taylor standing in front of the stove with her hair bouncing wild and free down her back. She was, to him, the most beautiful woman that he'd ever seen. She was wearing one of his t-shirts, and her full hips were swaying to the reggae music that was blaring through the speakers. He wanted to bend her over the stove and beast fuck her from behind, but he just stood there and watched, enjoying the sight of her. He wanted her so badly. If she wasn't his already, it was his goal to make her his as soon as possible. His plan was to sign his name all over her pussy and solidify his position in her life.
"Who was the angry woman that was shoutin' at the top of her lungs in your living room last night?" she asked without turning around.
Here we go.
"How did you know I was behind you?" Victor asked.
"I can smell you. You smell like fine ass man."
Victor smiled, loving the compliment. "Fine ass man, huh?"
"The woman?" she repeated, not allowing him to change the subject.
Victor walked over to her, grabbed a fistful of her curly hair and gently yanked her head back, giving him access to her lips.
"Good morning, sweetness" he whispered, just before kissing her lips.
"Good morning, baby," she mumbled against his lips. "I made coffee."
"Thanks."
He swatted her ass, walked over to the cabinet, and grabbed a cup. "Her name's Kara, Kara Edwards. She's my press secretary," he explained as he poured coffee into his cup. "Do you want a cup?"
She raised her cup to show that she'd already had coffee. "What's the deal with Miss Kara Edwards, Victor?"
Clearly, Taylor wasn't accepting the vague explanation. Maybe if she got tired of being a cop, there was a job for her as a reporter.
Wait, Victor thought. Cops interrogate people too.
He almost laughed out loud at the banter going on in his head, until Taylor turned around and stared pointedly at him.
"We had a thing,” he finally answered.
"A thing?"
"Yeah, we were sleeping together," Victor admitted. "Recently. But we ended it."
"We? It didn't sound like shit had ended for her."
"Yeah," was all he said.
"’Sleeping together’ was that the extent of your relationship?"
"Yes, sweetness. We had that understanding."
"Maybe you had that understanding, but I guarantee you that she didn't have that understanding."
"Doesn't matter," Victor responded in a tone that was matter of fact.
Taylor carried a skillet containing an omelet to the table and slid the eggs onto Victor's plate. Victor took a seat in front of the plate and looked down at the perfect omelet.
He smiled up at Taylor. "I love it when you cook for me."
"Then I gotta cook for you more often," she said, leaning over to give him a sweet kiss.
With Victor's eyes fixed on her luscious ass, she walked across the kitchen to place the skillet in the sink. He'd never seen an ass so perfect. When Taylor turned toward him, stealing away his perfect view, he simply focused on her big braless tits. She was a vision. Suddenly, it came to him; he was going to commission an artist to paint her.
"She's going to be trouble," Taylor said, diverting his attention.
"She won't, sweetheart. Let me worry about Kara Edwards. You worry about enjoying your breakfast. Come and sit."
Taylor did as instructed. She sat in the chair next to him and for
ked a big chunk of eggs. But before the fork made it into her mouth, Kenyatta burst into the kitchen with a horrified look on her face.
Victor cringed. What now?
"Sir, you have seen this?" she asked, placing a newspaper in front of him.
Victor, who was in mid-sip, choked on his coffee, and ended up spitting it on the paper.
"What the fuck?!"
Taylor leaned over to look at the paper. Victor wanted to shield her from it, but he knew that she would she see it sooner or later. She focused on the paper and gasped loudly, before covering her mouth with her hand. She was staring at the headline, which was over a picture of the two of them in them, one in the police station with his arm around her waist and the other of them entering his building hand in hand. The headline was in big bold letters that read: GOVERNOR SPOTTED WITH MARRIED LOVER.
Taylor's dark skin turned almost paled. She looked as if she was going to faint at any moment.
CHAPTER 13
Taylor
Surely, she hadn't seen what she thought she saw. It was all a nightmare, and she would wake up soon. She heard Victor and Kenyatta's muffled voices, but couldn't focus on what they were saying. She was wheezing, battling to catch her breath. When Victor placed a paper bag to her face, she realized that she was hyperventilating. She took slow deep breaths in the paper bag until her breathing returned to normal. She was on the front page of a major newspaper, as the governor's married lover no less!
"Taylor," Victor called. "Taylor, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she muttered breathlessly.
Kenyatta's tone was business-like as she asked, "Miss Montgomery, are you married?"
"No, I'm divorced. I've been divorced for six years."
"Legally?" she asked for clarification.
"Yes, legally. Surely you had me checked out when I started spending time with Victor."
Kenyatta didn't deny it. In fact, she nodded in agreement.