Mr. Prime Minister

by Jessica Ashe

  It doesn’t matter if Piper doesn’t enjoy it. I quite like the idea of being one of those couples who argues over what to watch on television. It’s strangely appealing right now. Probably because I don’t have a television. And we’re never going to become a couple long enough to argue about it.

  She shivers with the cold, so I put my arm around her and hold her close. This all feels worryingly easy. We’ve only spent one night together, but everything has clicked. I’m not in a rush to get her back home. For some reason, I’m perfectly happy to sit here and hold her while we watch the Cubs lose a game they should’ve won.

  I am bad luck after all. And not just to the Cubs.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Alec

  I’ll never get used to Piper letting me have her. She’s too good for me. A woman like her should be fighting me off, but instead, she’s lying on the bed as I lower myself down towards her. She must still be worried that I’m going to break her heart, but I’m not going to let her think about that now.

  She moans as I clamp my lips against hers, my hands running up her thighs as we push our bodies against each other.

  I’ve wanted her all night, and now I’m rock hard, conflicted between wanting to be inside her as soon as possible and wanting this to last.

  I slowly undress her, pulling off her pants while she tugs off her sweater. We dressed in layers for the baseball, and now they need to come off. Quickly.

  Once she’s down to bra and panties, she slips under the covers. By the time I’m undressed and under there with her, she’s completely naked, nipples hard and sex dripping in anticipation.

  I kiss her neck, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure and a thrust of her hips into mine. My lips move down her body slowly, stopping at her nipples to nibble on them gently until she whimpers in mild pain. I leave kisses on her smooth, firm belly as I head down to her wetness.

  She’s moaning before I even touch her. We both groan with pleasure when I take a long slow lick of her sex.

  “You taste so good.”

  She replies by pushing her folds into my mouth. I wrap my lips around her swollen clit and flick my tongue against it until I find a rhythm that has her squirming under my touch. I press a hand down on her stomach to keep her still, but she wriggles more and more with each lick I take.

  I slip two fingers inside her dripping wet pussy. She contracts around me, squeezing my fingers and pulling them inside her. I could make her come on my fingers again, but I need to feel it on my cock.

  I tease her G-spot, but then remove my fingers and grab a condom. Once I’m ready, I place the tip of my cock between her folds and slowly enter her pussy. It’s a tight squeeze, but she’s dripping wet and eager to have me.

  Her legs clamp behind me, and her fingers dig into my back as she pulls me inside her. There are gasps of pain, but they don’t stop her from encouraging me in deeper. I stop when I’m as deep as I can go, kissing her neck, and playing with her nipples until she starts rocking her hips—the sign that she wants me to get to work.

  I add my groans to hers, barely able to believe just how good it feels to be inside her tight, wet pussy.

  We both encourage each other with moans that get louder as the movement of our hips gets faster and more aggressive.

  She whispers “give it to me” and I’m only too happy to oblige.

  I push her legs up into the air, her ankles resting on my shoulders, as I thrust deep into her, making her take every last inch of me.

  The sound of her slick, wet excitement has me going harder each time I slam my cock into her. She’s screaming my name, and I’m desperate to come. I feel it building up inside me, the pressure getting more explosive with each passing second.

  Her moans become inaudible before her body starts trembling beneath me in an orgasm that I can feel pulsing around my cock.

  I could come, but I still have more to give her.

  I flip her over onto her front while she’s still recovering from her orgasm and lift her ass into the air. She screams my name into the pillow as I shove my cock back into her eager pussy, looking down at her wetness glistening on my cock.

  Her hands grip the sheets as I pound away at her. It won’t be much longer now. I can usually go for a long time, but with Piper it’s always a struggle to hold back the ending.

  She hasn’t fully recovered from the last orgasm when she starts screaming again and I feel another climax coming. This time I’m going to join her.

  I pull her hair, and lean over, whispering in her ear while my free hand squeezes her left breast hard.

  “I want to feel you come again, sweet cheeks.”

  She’s good at taking orders. I immediately feel her pussy pulse as she drenches my cock in her sweet juices.

  I come with one powerful explosion, and a few shorter tremors follow until I’m empty.

  She collapses down on the bed and spins round, lying back on the ceiling and looking utterly exhausted. Her face is red and her body’s covered with sweat.

  She’s incredible. I stare at her until she notices me and pulls me down next to her with her legs.

  I don’t deserve her.

  I’m going to do whatever I can to avoid hurting her.

  I can’t fuck this up.

  Shauna’s waiting for me on a park bench, looking freezing-cold and like she’d rather be anywhere but here.

  “I feel like we’re in a spy movie,” Shauna says as I sit next to her. “Are you going to leave a briefcase behind for me?”

  “Don’t panic,” I reply. “No one’s going to look at us twice. Do you have the information?”

  Shauna passes me a piece of paper with handwritten dates and times. “That’s Senator Robertson’s schedule next week as it stands.”

  “As it stands?”

  “He tends to change things at the last minute. It’s been driving Piper crazy.”

  That much I’ve noticed. Piper is too professional to go into any detail about her time with the senator, but I can always tell when she’s had a bad day at work. That tends to be more often than not at the moment.

  “How do I get Piper out of the way?”

  “You could do it at night or at the weekend.”

  “No,” I reply, with a shake of the head. “I prefer to work during the day, and there’s a good chance he’ll be with his family at the weekend. For all I know, they could be completely innocent. It has to be during work hours.”

  “In that case, it has to be one of the next two Mondays. The senator has asked Piper to accompany him for work-related activities on the next two Saturdays. That means one of the other guys will be covering for her on the following Monday.”

  I look at the schedule Shauna gave me. The senator’s a busy man, I’ll give him that. He might be corrupt, but he puts in the hours.

  “Okay, I can make this work.”

  “You haven’t had a change of heart?” Shauna asked.

  “No, why would I?”

  “Piper doesn’t like the senator any more than I do, but she’s not going to appreciate you killing him. If she finds out, whatever it is you two have going on will be over as quickly as it started.”

  “Then I won’t let her find out.”

  “She’s clever. If there’s even the slightest clue that leads back to you, she’s going to find it.”

  “I came here to kill him. I can’t change my mind because of some girl I’m sleeping with.”

  Sleeping with nearly every night. We’ve only spent two nights apart in the last week; once because I made an excuse, and once because she did. We’re both trying to avoid getting too serious too soon. We went from flirting a bit to hot and heavy three times a night and once in the morning. It’s a lot to process for a man with my track record.

  “She likes you,” Shauna says. “A lot. I can tell when you’ve spent the night together, because she comes in to work with a huge smile on her face and a spring in her step. Fair enough, it doesn’t last very long, but it’s there.”

&n
bsp; “The sex is good,” I admit. “But it’s not a relationship. We’re keeping it casual.”

  “If you say so. But if possible, try not to fuck up her entire life.”

  “I’ll try.”

  Shauna gets up and walks away, but I stay on the park bench for a while. The cold air helps me think. Robertson deserves to die as much now as he did two weeks ago. I can’t change anything just because I’m having great sex with an amazing woman. A woman who happens to be his fucking bodyguard.

  My first plan had been to kill him and to hell with the consequences. Then I tried to figure out an escape route. Now I need to figure out an escape route and a way back into normal society.

  Even if I get away with murder, there’s still the matter of me being officially dead. How the hell do I even begin to explain that? I have enough cash to last a couple of months if need be, but after that I’m screwed. Last I checked, dead men couldn’t get credit cards, bank accounts, or jobs.

  Piper deserves better than a man who doesn’t exist. I’ll never be able to marry her and I won’t be able to write my name on our children’s birth certificates.

  That never even occurred to me. Good thing we’re just seeing each other casually. We both made it clear this wasn’t serious. We’re just spending five nights a week together and messaging each other throughout the day. That’s normal for friends who fuck, right?

  I’ve never been a huge fan of football. I do like the sport—for the few seconds at a time they actually play—it’s just all the breaks I can’t stand. I get fidgety and bored easily, which is somewhat ironic for a man whose career depended on being able to stay still and hidden for hours at a time.

  Watching football with Piper, on the other hand, is much more entertaining. I have something to do while the commercials are on now.

  “Where do you find the energy?” Piper asks, as I lean over and kiss her neck. Piper has a television in her bedroom which saves us walking back and forth from the sofa and the bed. My cock isn’t quite ready to go again just yet, but it’s not far off. By the time I’ve had another taste of her sweet juices I’ll be raring to go again.

  “I really hate commercials,” I reply, as my hand squeezes her tiny breasts. They’re still sticky from when I came on them this morning.

  “You certainly are insatiable today. Did my message have something to do that? You came bursting over five seconds after I sent it.”

  “What message?”

  “I sent you a message telling you to get down here and give me a repeat performance of last night.”

  “No you didn’t.”

  Piper grabs her phone from the bedside table. “I did, look here... oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”

  “It doesn’t matter if you didn’t send it. I came down here anyway.”

  “No,” she replies panicky. “It’s not that. I did send the message, I just didn’t send it to you.”

  “Who did you send it to?”

  “My mother.” Piper’s phone vibrates in her hand. “Oh great, and she’s replied. ‘Take it that message wasn’t for me. When do I get to meet him?’ And she’s added a winky face for good measure.”

  “Could be worse.”

  “I’m not overly keen on my mom knowing I’m having casual sex.”

  “Then let’s go meet her.”

  “Um, how about no.”

  “I can behave in front of parents. I’m not a complete animal.”

  I’m a murderer, but I can say please and thank you when required.

  “I can’t introduce you to my parents. How would that work? Hi, Mom, hi, Dad. This is Alec. He’s not my boyfriend, but he fucks me a couple of times a night and most of the weekend. In fact, we haven’t done it for a couple of hours, so we’re just going to pop up to my old bedroom and go at it.”

  “Just introduce me as your boyfriend. You can still include all the stuff about me fucking you constantly.”

  “If I introduce you as my boyfriend, then they’ll expect regular updates.”

  “I’m sure you can come up with a few white lies. Then, whenever we stop doing… whatever this is, you can just say we broke up. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”

  Piper nods in agreement, but we both go quiet. I just spoke aloud something we’d both been thinking for a while now. The problem with casual sex is that at some point it ends. One person will start dating someone else and that’s the end of it. Perhaps the spark will be reignited if both people are single at the same time in the future, but that’s not much consolation. If this ends—if Piper meets someone else—it’s going to hit me hard.

  “Do you really want to meet my parents?” Piper asks. “Wouldn’t you rather we just hung out and fucked a lot?”

  “I still want to fuck a lot, but I’m up for a change of scenery. And I’d like to see your old bedroom.”

  “You’re not allowed to make fun of my posters. Mom insists on leaving them up even though they are embarrassing as hell.”

  “Promise. Anyway, they can’t be worse than that Backstreet Boys t-shirt you have hidden under your pillow. When do you want to do this?”

  “Hang on a second.” Piper sends a few messages back and forth with her mom. “She wants to do Saturday but I’m working, and they can’t do Sunday.”

  “Why don’t we head up there Monday afternoon on your day off?”

  There goes one of my two chances to make the kill.

  “Yeah I guess we could— wait, how did you know I have Monday off?”

  Shit.

  “Oh, well, you said you were working Saturday, so I assumed you’d get Monday off. That’s how it usually works, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, I suppose.”

  Piper looks confused, but she’s quickly distracted by another message from her mom. A few minutes later, and it’s all confirmed. I’m going to meet the parents. That might be just as terrifying as trying to stay hidden in a war zone.

  And just like going to a war zone, I volunteered for it. I’m a sucker for punishment.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Piper

  “You should take it as a compliment,” I insist.

  I’m doing my best not to laugh and trying to concentrate on driving, but it’s difficult. Alec is sat in the passenger seat and even without looking at him, I can tell he’s still pissed.

  “I’m nearly thirty. I don’t exactly look young.”

  “Everyone gets ID’ed every now and again. Stop making a big fuss. Anyway, it’s your fault for not having your ID on you.”

  “I don’t have any ID.”

  “None at all?”

  “Nope.”

  We stopped by a liquor store on the way to my parents’ house to buy a decent bottle of wine, but the guy behind the counter insisted on carding Alec. I had to come in and pay for the bottle. Not only does Alec not have any ID, he doesn’t appear to have any cards at all. Just a wallet with a thick wedge of cash and condoms where the cards should be. I’m starting to worry he might be one of those crazy conspiracy theorists who tries to live ‘off the grid.’ I know the government does shady stuff and the NSA is constantly monitoring us, but screw it, I can’t live without Google.

  We’re ten minutes away from my parents’ house now. Nerves hit the second we leave the freeway and hit the quieter roads of the suburb I grew up in. My parents have met a couple of ex-boyfriends, but they’ve never met one like Alec.

  Not that he’s a boyfriend. Not a real one anyway. We’re just going up to have dinner with my parents together. I’m sure friends do things like that all the time. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.

  It’s sure starting to feel that way, though.

  “Are you nervous?” Alec asks, as if he’s reading my mind.

  “A bit. My parents aren’t always the easiest people to get along with. Mom’s fine. She’ll be nice and do all the small talk stuff. Dad on the other hand… he’s a stereotypical strict father, I suppose. We don’t always get along that well.”

  “I can handle strict au
thority figures. You just say ‘yes, sir’ a lot. It’s easy.”

  “If you say so.”

  The brief description of my parents I gave to Alec ended up being scarily accurate. Dad is being his usual formal self, eying Alec suspiciously and questioning everything he says, while Mom engages in small talk with him.

  I’d usually ask Mom to lay off, but I realize I don’t know the answers to most of her questions, either. I know little about Alec, and whenever I try to find out he clams up and changes the subject. He’s a little more open now, but the information still comes out painfully slowly.

  “Where did you grow up?” Mom asks.

  Alec always times Mom’s questions with putting more food into his mouth. I think he’s doing it to buy more time to answer, although these questions shouldn’t involve much thought. Maybe he just enjoys Mom’s potatoes.

  “About an hour outside of Chicago like you,” Alec replies. “The other side, though.”

  “And do your parents still live there?”

  “Yes.”

  One of the few things I do know about Alec—he doesn’t get on with his parents. That’s an understatement. It sounds like they had a falling out and now they never speak. I haven’t pressed him on it. That’s the sort of thing a girlfriend would do, not a casual acquaintance.

  Mom pauses and waits for Alec to elaborate, but it never happens. “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

  “I have a brother,” Alec replies.

  I just about manage to avoid choking on my food in shock. As my ‘boyfriend’ I should already know these things, but it comes as a complete surprise. We’ve talked about his parents, but he never mentioned a brother. I never asked directly, but surely you would mention it?

  My heart rate picks up and I start panicking. I sip from my glass of water as I try to calm down, but all I can think about is how little I know about this man. I invited him to dinner with my parents and introduced him as my boyfriend, but I know nothing about him. What else hasn’t he told me? Does he have a child I don’t know about? Is he married?