She shivers as I kiss the sensitive skin behind her ear, trailing her fingers over my shoulders. I sink my fingers into her flesh and pull her closer, inhaling her scent and groaning.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you in that boardroom.”
She moans, and I shift my weight to lean over her. Laying her down on the couch, I run my hand up her shirt and crush my lips against hers. Her hips buck up towards me and I grin.
“Bad girl.”
“Adrian…” She looks at me with wide eyes. Sighing, she runs her fingers over my jaw and hooks her arms around my neck.
“You’re gorgeous, angel,” I growl, leaning down to kiss her neck. I brush my lips over her collarbone as she spreads her knees wide. My body sinks into hers as she grinds herself against me.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and we both still have all our clothes on. I kiss her again, harder.
“You still think I’m an arrogant prick?” I roll my hips towards her and her eyes flash.
“Yes.” A cheeky smile tugs at her lips. She runs her fingers over my shoulders, down my arms, and then back up again. Her touch feels so good. Her body is like a coiled spring underneath me. I can feel the tension inside her, the heat from her core, the urgency of her touch.
“You still think I’m an asshole?” I growl. I kiss her neck slowly, letting my breath wash over her skin.
She shivers. “Yes.”
I pull her shirt off over her head and unclasp her bra, tossing it to the side. I thumb her nipples as they harden under my touch, and then nip at them with my teeth. She moans, tangling her fingers into my hair.
I swipe my tongue over her areola and look up at her. Our eyes meet, and I see the depth of her desire in her eyes. Stella sucks her lip between her teeth and rolls her hips towards me. Her body is heating up, crying for my touch.
“You want me to fuck you?” My voice is a low growl. I cup her breast and tease her nipples again, glancing up as the pleasure washes over her face. Her chin dips down.
I chuckle, growling. “You’re going to have to say it out loud.”
“You’re a prick,” she grins, arching an eyebrow. Her hips roll up towards me. A growl rumbles through my chest and I sit back on the sofa, lifting her up to straddle me. Her tits press up against my face and I bring my hand down on her ass with a hard smack.
She yelps, gasping, digging her fingers into my shoulders. Her lips find mine and we devour each other. I smack her ass again, a bit harder.
“Is that what you want?”
My voice is throaty, rough. My cock is rock hard. I want to fuck this woman so badly I can’t think straight. She looks at me with fire in her eyes.
“Even if I let you fuck me, it’s not going to change the fact that you’re an asshole.”
I roar. In one movement, I lift her up and lay her down across my lap. I rip her pants down to her thighs and smack her ass three times in quick succession. Every time my palm connects with her skin, she cries out a little louder. Her back arches, lifting her ass up towards my hand. I watch as her mouth bites down on the couch cushion, her fingers curling as I smack her ass again.
Watching her writhe and moan on top of me nearly makes me explode, but I won’t let myself come yet. Not like this. Instead, I spread her ass and smack it again. She moans, her voice muffled in the couch. I reach down between her legs and finally touch her.
“You’re wet,” I groan.
She makes a noise, and I dip my fingers further into her honey. I slide my hand towards her bud as she gasps. With the other hand, I give her ass a light smack. Her back arches.
I place one hand on her lower back to keep her steady, and I work my other hand over her wetness. When my fingers slip inside her, I hear her muffled gasp and I growl in response.
My cock throbs in my pants. She’s splayed out on top of me, enjoying every fucking second of this. Her legs start to tremble as my hand work deeper, and then I slide out and tease her bud again.
The little gasps and moans that are coming from her are turning me on more than ever. I grab her ass, squeezing it with my hand as I work her clit with my other hand. She’s trembling, her whole body becoming more and more rigid as I work my fingers over her center.
“Come on my hand, angel,” I growl. “Come all over me.” I smack her ass again.
She cries out, and I smack her again. Her ass cheek is bright red now, and her legs are trembling more than ever. Her back arches and her mouth opens in a silent scream. I watch her hand curl into the cushions as her whole body bucks violently.
She screams. Her honey coats my fingers and I groan, milking the orgasm from her until she squeezes her legs together and pushes me away.
I slide my hands over her ass, softly touching the areas where I ruthlessly punished her. She lets out a soft moan and glances at me over her shoulder.
“Adrian…” She takes a gulping breath.
“That’s Mr. Mayor to you,” I growl.
She turns over and kicks her pants off the rest of the way. Then, she sits down on my lap and grins. “Not for long.”
“Did you not learn your lesson just now?”
“Not quite.” She bites her lip and slides her hands over my shoulders. She sways her hips back and forth on top of me, arching her eyebrows as she feels me throb underneath her. “I think you better try to teach it to me again.”
21
Stella
My ass cheeks still feel overly sensitive from where he spanked me, and he slides his hands over them softly.
My knees sink into the couch cushions as I run my fingers over his broad shoulders. When he’s sheathed inside me completely, I let out a soft sigh and look at him. He slides his hands from my ass up my sides and shakes his head.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” he growls.
My heart flutters. His shirt, once crisp and white, is torn open to reveal his muscular chest. I think it lost a button when I ripped at it. His pants are down around his ankles. He didn’t even have time to kick them off before I was on top of him.
His eyes meet mine. His eyelids are low, his pupils dilated. He slides his hands back down to my ass and gives it a light smack.
“I’m glad you had a condom,” I say, brushing my lips over his cheek. I start moving my hips up and down and he groans in response.
“Me too.”
That’s the last thing we say to each other. He uses his hands to spread my ass as he rolls his hips towards me, and I’m done. His touch, his smell, his cock—it takes me out of this world. My body moves on instinct as pleasure floods my veins.
We scratch and claw at each other, the intensity returning to our movements. His fingers sink into my body and I curl my nails into his shoulders. My hair falls down in curtains on either side of my face as I ride him. He reaches up to grab my breast and smacks my ass with his other hand.
I cry out. My skin is raw, but the pain explodes into pleasure. I can feel him throbbing inside me as our bodies collide. All the anger, the hatred, the frustration, the hurt, it all comes out in those moments. I leave deep, red scratch marks down his back as he spanks my ass again.
I love it. I love giving myself up to him. I love feeling him inside me, filling me up completely. I love the smell of him, the sound of our bodies, the growls that rumble through him.
I want him to slap my ass. I want him to fuck me to within an inch of my life. I want him to fist his hand into my hair and pull it back until I gasp.
I want it all.
I give myself over to him, letting my body talk for me. Right now, I’m not the strong, independent lawyer that I am at work. I’m a woman, and he’s a man. Right now, I love how he touches me, teases me, spanks me. I love how he growls naughty words into my ear and tells me that I’m his.
I love being his.
I love giving up the strength, the power, the persona, and letting him take control. His hands slide over my hips and he guides my movements. Our hips move in sync as he drives deeper and
deeper inside me.
As my pleasure crests, Adrian’s lips lock on my nipple. His teeth drag over it, sending more pleasure spiraling straight between my legs. My back arches and my body contracts around him.
“Come all over that cock.”
I moan. My orgasm rips through my body as he growls in my ear.
“Come on top of me, baby girl. Cover that cock with your cum.” His hands sink into my skin. “That’s my girl.”
Those are the words that send me over the edge. That’s my girl. Not the dirty talk, not the spanking and biting and scratching, those three little words send me flying into the abyss.
That’s my girl.
I love the thought of being his. As wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, I know what I like most is the thought of him claiming me, marking me, branding me.
I want to be his.
As my orgasm starts to ebb, Adrian grunts and wraps his arms around me. He hooks his hands on my shoulders and empties himself inside me.
We stay still for a minute or three or ten, and then I peel myself off him. He catches the condom and tries to tie it off, but it slips and lands on my rug.
“Fuck, sorry,” he says. “I think I just broke it.”
“Typical.”
He gives me a sideways look and shakes his head. “You’re relentless.”
“I’ll get a cloth.” I grin at him and slip my shirt and pants on. I go grab a rag and by the time I come back, he’s got everything mostly cleaned up. I wipe up the rest and nod to his bottle wine.
“You think that wine’s been breathing long enough?”
He grins. “I think it’s probably okay now, yeah.”
When he hands me a glass of wine, I settle into the couch and take a sip. My eyebrows jump up. “Not bad.”
“Not bad? I was expecting you to be bowled over, compared to the paint thinner you served me last time I was here.”
“You expect people to fall over themselves for you all the time, though.” I grin at him over my glass and watch as he bites his tongue. I don’t really dislike him anymore at all, but I still like messing with him. His cheeks flush a bit as he takes a deep breath.
“I’m glad I can provide so much entertainment for you,” he finally says. He fights to keep the smile from his face and I laugh.
“You’ve been satisfactory on that front tonight.”
“Satisfactory?!”
I laugh again and sit back lengthways on the sofa. I poke him with my foot and he catches it in his hand. I take another sip of wine and then tilt my head to study him.
“You must be used to people blowing smoke up your ass 24/7, huh?”
Adrian glances at me and shrugs. “Maybe.”
“It seems to bother you when I don’t.”
“Maybe I just want you to like me.”
“You don’t seem like the kind of person who craves validation.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what I am. I went into politics, didn’t I? All politicians are narcissists at heart.”
“Exactly. You’re narcissistic and self-centered, so you couldn’t possibly care what I think of you.”
“First of all, your kind words flatter me.” He shakes his head and I laugh despite myself. “Second of all, don’t you think that narcissists are the exact opposite? There’s something lacking in their personal fulfilment, and so they seek out positions of authority to get some kind of validation for their perceived superiority.”
“That’s deep,” I deadpan.
Adrian laughs and I can see the frustration building up inside him. “I’m serious!”
“Alright, alright,” I laugh. “I won’t be so hard on you. So are you telling me that you are lacking personal fulfilment?”
“Definitely.”
“The first time I met you, you told me you went into politics to help people.”
Adrian scoffs. “That was a lie.”
My immediate gut reaction is aversion, and then I take a breath and tilt my head. “That’s actually really refreshing to hear. That’s probably the first truly honest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
He swings his eyes over to me and takes a deep breath. I watch him take a sip of wine and swallow it slowly. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down, and then he looks at me.
“You’re right about me. I’m selfish and I’m an asshole 99% of the time. I just… I don’t want that to be me anymore.”
“So change.”
He holds my gaze for a few seconds. He swallows again and inhales slowly. Then, he nods. “Yeah.”
My heart thumps. When he’s sitting here with his shirt undone and his hair messed up, he looks so human. He’s vulnerable and honest. He’s real.
He’s so different from the man that I met in the conference room. This is the Adrian that I like. Right now, when he’s not posturing or pretending. When he’s just being himself. He loses himself in thought for a few seconds until I poke him with my foot.
“You’re not that bad, Adrian.”
“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
I grin. “You also have a nice penis. That’s two nice things.”
“Whoa, slow down. Don’t want to use them up all at once.”
I laugh and he shifts himself down the couch to get closer to me. I lay my legs across his lap and sit up to give him a gentle kiss. Then, I lean back and we sip our wine in silence.
22
Adrian
Stella still has her guard up around me. After our second glass of wine, she sighs and glances at me.
“I have to work tomorrow, so I might go to bed.” She stands up and stretches her back, then glances down at me on the couch.
“Is that a subtle hint for me to leave?”
“I didn’t think it was that subtle,” she laughs. “But yes.”
“I was kind of hoping to stay.” I stand up and put my hand on her hip and give her a soft kiss. I don’t want to let her go. I want to hold her in my arms until morning. I want to fuck her all night long, taste her and touch her until we stumble to our offices, bleary-eyed and happy.
But Stella takes a deep breath. “Adrian, I really enjoyed tonight. I… I like you. Despite my best efforts, I actually do like you.”
I lean my forehead against hers. “But…”
“But this is all happening really fast. If my sister knew…”
“What? What would happen if she knew?”
“I’m pretty sure it would be worse than when she found out I was working with you. ‘Sleeping with the enemy’ comes to mind.”
“The enemy!” I laugh, pulling her close. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me softly. Then I pull away and sigh. “I understand.”
“Thank you. I’ll call you tomorrow or the next day. I… I’d like to see you again.”
“Me too.”
She smiles and walks me to the door. I kiss her one last time before slipping out into the cool night air. Summer is ending, and the nights have a chill these days. I glance back at her house and see the porch lights flick off. Disappointment curls in the depth of my chest, but I shake it off.
She’s right, of course.
Getting involved would be messy. It would be amazing, and I’m pretty sure we would have the best sex of our lives… but it would be messy. There’s no way that we could get out of this without the whole thing crashing and burning.
I get in my car—I’d parked it on the street in front of her house. With one last glance towards her home, I drive off.
A part of me wants to crash and burn with her. I want her so badly that I’ll do anything, ruin anything, cause chaos just so I can have her again.
But that’s the old me. I’m trying to be less selfish. Stella makes me want to be better. She gently, but firmly, reminds me when I’m only thinking of myself. And right now, I don’t need her to remind me. I know I’m being selfish. I don’t care about her sister, or about tabloids, or about anything.
I do care about Stella, though. If she wants to take it
slow, I can respect that. By the time I get back to the mayor’s residence, my disappointment has been replaced with excitement.
I know I’ll see her again. I could see it in her eyes that she wanted me to stay and she was fighting it with every fiber of her being. She wants me just as much as I want her. She loved being fucked like that, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
So I’ll give her time, and I’ll enjoy every second of it when she comes back for more.
Walking back into City Hall in the morning feels strange. It’ll most likely be my last day here, provided everything with the case closes up today. I’ll resign as soon as the case is dropped. People glance at me through open doorways and then look away. I’m a dead man walking.
I’m not as disappointed as I thought I would be. I walk into my office and nod to Cheryl.
“Morning,” I smile.
She frowns. “Hi. You’re in a good mood!”
“Is that not allowed?”
“I just thought with the case and everything that you might be a bit disappointed.”
“I was.” I stand in front of her desk and scratch my chin. “But I guess last night, I had an epiphany.”
“What’s that?”
“There’s more to life than playing a futile political game.”
Cheryl snorts. “Everything is a game to you, Mr. Mayor. My guess is, you’ve found a new game to occupy you already.”
My eyebrows arch and I shrug. “Maybe. In any case, I’ll leave the politics to the politicians. Draft my resignation speech, I need to be ready for tonight.”
Cheryl nods. “The first draft is on your desk.” She smiles at me.
“Well done, Cheryl. I hope you’ll find someone who appreciates that.”
Her smile fades a bit, and she nods, turning back to her computer. I head to my desk and sit back in the big leather chair. I glance around, taking a deep breath.
I was only in this office for a year, but it feels like half my life. The first day I walked through those doors, I was on top of the world. It felt like I was unstoppable. I was going to be the governor… or even the president.
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