“Jerk,” she panted. “You know what it does to me when you talk to me like that.”
Jack wiped the perspiration from her brow. “Can you stand up?”
Caroline took a deep breath. “Not really. But that doesn’t mean I’m totally non-functioning.” She knelt down on the floor, running her hand along his thigh until she reached his zipper. She stroked his erection through the tailored material of his suit pants.
“I’ve been thinking about chocolate,” he said. “Can you tell?”
“The hell you have.” She unzipped his pants, making an executive decision to dispense with any blow job foreplay. He was already hard as a rock. No need to waste any time using her hands. Caroline took him in her mouth.
Jack tousled her hair. “You won’t need to do that for very long. Just until you can stand up straight again.” He groaned. “And I hope you can stand soon. Jesus.”
She looked up at him, then at his pocket, and snapped her fingers. He took the condom out and handed it to her. She drew back and tore the package open, squeezing his cock in her hand.
“Are you a mime now?” he asked.
She laughed. “How fortuitous you didn’t say that while you were in my mouth or you’d have a very unattractive bite mark on your favorite body part right now.” She rolled the condom onto his length. “Mimes don’t snap, Monty.”
He pulled her to her feet. “Good, because I expect you to make as much noise as you want. This part of the mansion is deserted for a reason.”
“We should try to maintain some propriety in here,” Caroline said. “Don’t you think?”
Jack pushed her against the wall, spread her legs apart with his knee, and thrust inside her. A slick, fluid motion without a hint of awkwardness or unease. Yes, the man knew what he was doing. He smiled when she cried out. “What the public doesn’t know won’t hurt them,” he said.
A valid statement. She wrapped her arms around him. “I love you, Jack.”
He stopped moving. “What was that?”
Caroline grinned. “I meant, oh Mr. Governor. Give it to me. Ooh baby. Harder.”
He laughed. “You little minx,” he said, thrusting inside her again.
She moaned as he plunged in and out of her. He started to breathe faster. She clung to his shoulders, panting with every move he made.
“I love the sound of your voice, sweetheart,” he said. “But sometimes your nonverbal communication is a hell of a lot better.”
Caroline leaned into his neck, her sweat mingling with his. “Faster, Jack,” she whispered. “Faster.”
He pushed into her so hard that she flew off the floor, her shoes coming off her feet. Jack held her steady against the wall, kicking her pumps aside so that she stood there in just her nylons. He moved inside her, his pace increasing. She could hear the fulfilling slap of his skin against hers, could feel the sweet bite of his zipper against her pussy as the warmth inside her began to build and he drove her to orgasm again. Caroline screamed his name as he exploded inside her. Or inside the condom, to be precise. How the hell was that sucker still intact? She collapsed around him, her knees weak.
He held her up and withdrew from her slowly. “I think the first lady needs to visit me in my office more often.”
“Don’t let go of me,” she said. Her legs were as feeble as her voice. “I don’t think I can stand up.”
Jack guided her to the leather chair behind his desk. “I’ll be right back.” He disappeared into the washroom adjacent to his office and returned a couple of minutes later. Caroline had straightened her skirt and propped her legs up on the desk.
“This is nice. Maybe I should have run for governor.” She snapped her fingers again. “Bring me my chocolate, serf.”
He picked the bag of goodies up off the floor. “I’m nothing but a love slave.”
Caroline rose from the seat. “Would you like your chair back?”
“We can share.” Jack sank into the chair and pulled her down on his lap. He unwrapped a piece of chocolate. “Want one?”
She opened her mouth. As if he even had to ask.
Jack traced an outline around her lips. “Oh, no. You have to be extra nice to get me to do that. Give me a kiss first.”
Caroline brought her mouth to his, lingering there, tasting him, until he tried to pull her closer to him and she broke away. “Gimme,” she said.
Jack popped the chocolate into her mouth. “Tease.”
They sat in the chair chatting about random topics and feeding each other chocolate. Caroline even threw in a neck rub since she hadn’t given Jack one in a while. Soon the bag was almost empty.
“We’re a couple of little piggies,” she said.
“We did work up an appetite. I think we earned a little treat in return. Want to burn off some more calories?” Jack unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way, kissing her above her bra line. He held up the last piece of chocolate. “You’re gonna have to bend over the desk if you want this one.”
“Or what?”
“What do you think?”
The phone on the desk rang. Jack checked the caller ID. “It’s Greg,” he said. “Just ignore it.”
“Fine with me.” Greg’s late night phone calls always put her husband in a bad mood. Caroline quite preferred the good disposition Jack had right now. She kissed the stubble along his jawline. “What was it you were saying about me bent over your desk?”
“First I’d take this off.” He pushed her blouse off her shoulders. “And then I’d-”
His cell phone rang. “Jesus Christ,” he said. “Don’t these people know what it means when I say I don’t want to be bothered?”
“Maybe you should answer it.”
“No.” Jack turned his phone to silent. He pulled her blouse off and started to kiss her along her bra line again. “It can wait. I made it clear that I was off the clock tonight.”
His staff very rarely respected their private time, so Jack often set unreasonable boundaries. Sometimes he forgot who and what he was. He had responsibilities that couldn’t be ignored. Caroline decided to gently remind him, even if it meant their night of highly degenerate sexual activities fell apart. “That doesn’t mean anything. If he took the time to try both lines it might be important.”
He sighed. “You’re important. Fuck everything else.”
She couldn’t very well argue with that, and moaned as he tweaked her nipples through her bra. “What would you do once you got my blouse off?”
“I’d march you right over to the end of the desk and push your skirt up.”
Her nipples were hard peaks. It almost hurt to have them pressing against the lacy material currently confining them. “Why not just take it off?”
“Pushing it up is so much sexier. Do you know what you look like from behind with your skirt up around your waist, no panties, wearing those garter belts and stockings, just waiting for me to touch you?”
Caroline suddenly found it hard to breathe. “What about my shoes?”
“You’d have to put those back on. And you might need a little slap on the ass or two, just because.”
She squirmed on Jack’s lap, his erection pressing against her ass as she moved. “Still thinking about chocolate?” she asked.
His response was immediate. He slid the last piece of candy onto her tongue with his fingers. She bit down on them and sucked hard before opening her mouth again.
“I know you aren’t. What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” Jack asked, after she swallowed the chocolate. He kissed her again, and she knew he could still taste the sweetness on her tongue.
Caroline kissed her way from his lips to his ear. He wanted a story. A good one. She’d leave out the part about sucking him off while he sat at his desk. That fantasy could wait for another time. “One of my daydreams earlier today, which coincidentally happened to involve you hiking up my skirt and pushing me onto your desk as you-”
Jack started caressing her breasts again. “As I what?”
He was trying to wreck her concentration, but the daydream was vivid enough that his efforts were for naught. “Well, it involves me sitting on the desk, as opposed to bending over it. I’m not wearing any panties. And you might have a very animated mouth.”
“I can work with that.” He groaned as she wiggled her ass against him.
“I have a rough idea of what that image does to you. Filthy old man.”
“Wanna act that one out?”
“Absolutely.” Caroline slid on to the desk, pulling her skirt up.
Jack started to lightly caress her thighs. “You didn’t let me hike up your skirt,” he said. “Or push you on to the desk.”
“Isn’t this close enough?” she asked softly.
“For this one time.” He knelt down and began kissing the inside of her thighs. “But I’m definitely going to act this entire scenario out again.”
His tongue darted inside her and Caroline swooned backward. She caught herself on the desk with her hands, scattering a few documents across the polished mahogany.
Jack looked up. “Everything okay?”
She laughed self-consciously. “In my daydream I was able to keep perfect balance.”
He grinned. “But in reality you can’t, right? Hold on.”
Jack walked around the desk and grabbed the suit jacket he’d draped over a chair. He slid the scattered documents and some other very important looking and neatly stacked papers onto the floor.
Caroline frowned. “There’s no need to make a mess. Who’s going to clean that up?”
“Baby, you worry too much. Just let it happen.” He folded the jacket and placed it on the end of the desk. “Lay back.”
“Jack-”
“Trust me.” He kissed her long enough to make her forget whatever objection she was ready to express, then eased her down until her head was resting on the makeshift pillow. “Stay put,” he said. “This works better for me too.” Jack came back around to the other side of the desk and bent over to kiss her on the lips, then traced a trail down her body with his forefinger.
Caroline shivered in anticipation. “How’s that?” she asked.
He knelt down again and pulled her knees up over his elbows. “Easier access,” he said. “And you can’t squirm away, no matter how hard you try. You have no idea what you’re in for, Madame First Lady.” He began teasing her clit with his tongue. She grabbed the edge of the desk with her hands, gripping it as tightly as she could, trying to move closer to that tantalizing mouth.
“Down, tiger,” Jack said against her thigh. “All in good time.”
He zipped his tongue in and out of her, holding her steady. As he licked and sucked her clit she cried out, feeling herself almost sinking into the desk. He removed his hands from her thighs and replaced his tongue with the fingers of one hand, using his other hand to tease her ass, until she begged him to keep going, and later, after practically falling off the desk, to stop.
Jack stood up and bent over Caroline, brushing the hair back from her face. “How was that?”
“Did the earth just move?” she asked weakly.
He moved in for a kiss. “You crack me up, sweetheart.” He pulled her to a sitting position and kissed her again until she grabbed at his clothes, trying to bring him closer to her. Caroline started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his pants, her entire body still trembling.
“You don’t want to take a minute to recover?” he asked.
When it felt so good to have him inside her when she was still so turned on? “No.” She tugged on his zipper. “Now.”
“All right.” He pulled another condom out of his pocket. “Woman, you have no patience whatsoever.”
She ran a shaky hand through her hair. “What’s that for? You planning for another round tonight?”
“Well, yes. But more importantly, while I think it’s perfectly appropriate and necessary for me to bone the first lady on my office desk, I’d prefer not to leave any DNA laying around.”
Caroline tried to steady herself. “Did you just use the word bone?”
“What about schtupp?”
“Come on, now.”
“Bang bang?”
“No.”
“Bump uglies?”
“Speak for yourself,” she said. “My cha cha is beautiful.”
He chuckled. “Indeed it is. What about vertical bop?”
“Stop, Jack,” she said, laughing.
He bit her neck gently. “No matter what I do to you and no matter what we call it, I’d like to keep the evidence of our wantonness to a minimum.”
“I see your point.” She grabbed onto his shirt again as he entered her slowly. “This is fine with me.”
Jack placed his hands on her hips, holding her in place as he thrust in and out of her. “I love you, Caroline.”
“Forget the appearance of impropriety,” she murmured, wrapping her legs around him. “I waited too long to have gubernatorial desk sex.”
“Over two years, you horrible woman. Are you saying we can do this more often?”
The combination of the irresistibly verboten and the alluringly sweet was too tempting to pass up. “Definitely.”
He pumped into her, moving one hand up to her neck, pressing his chin against her shoulder. “You feel incredible,” he panted. “Can you feel me?” He thrust again and she cried out. “Can you feel that?”
Caroline whimpered into his hair, running her fingers through it. He kept moving in and out of her, faster and faster, slowing down to an almost agonizing pace until he shuddered inside her.
He rested his forehead against hers. “That was worth the wait.”
“I fully agree,” she whispered.
Jack moved down to kiss her neck, still panting heavily. “I want to savor this one a minute.”
He stood with his arms wrapped around her as his breathing began to slow. Caroline rubbed his back, wishing they could stay in the moment forever. That he’d stay inside her all night. That maybe no one would notice if they lived on his desk for a while. She was about to drift off into another daydream but was shaken back into reality by a pounding at the door.
“Governor! Governor, are you in there?”
“Shit,” Jack said. “It’s Greg.” His eyes widened. The lock was turning. “And he has a key.”
He pulled out of her quickly and threw the condom into the small garbage can under his desk, tossing Caroline her shirt. He started to adjust his pants as she frantically tried to put her blouse back on. “Greg!” Jack called. “Wait-”
They weren’t fast enough. Jack’s chief of staff barreled through the door. “Governor! Are you all right?”
Caroline hopped off the desk, pulling down her skirt. Jack tried to shield her from Greg’s view.
“Oh,” Greg said awkwardly. “Um-”
Jack tucked his shirt back into his pants. “What can I do for you, Mr. Keller?”
“Sir, I’m sorry. I – you weren’t answering your phone.”
Jack grabbed his suit jacket from the top of the desk and handed it to Caroline. “Put this on, sweetheart.”
Greg looked around the room, his face bright red, pausing when he saw the mess of papers on the floor. “What happened in here?” He took a deep breath. “That desk is an antique, sir.”
“You know damn well what happened in here,” Jack said.
Caroline tried not to laugh. Greg was the kind of guy who would be more concerned about the furniture than the half-naked people standing in front of him.
Jack attempted to smooth out his clothes, which were pretty much a lost cause. He was almost shaking with anger. A rare sight, even for him. “What the hell is going on?” he asked. “What part of do not interrupt me do you not understand?”
“I’ve been calling you nonstop for almost forty-five minutes. I thought – I was about to call security to find you but drove over instead.”
Jack still sounded annoyed. “Greg, what is it?”
Caroline slipped his suit jacket on over h
er open blouse and picked his phone up. “Thirty missed calls,” she said. “It’s been ringing the entire time.”
“Really?” Jack asked incredulously. “Good to know that silent feature actually works.”
Caroline’s stomach tightened. “Greg, what happened?”
Greg was already over at the big screen TV next to the couch. “The president’s dead.”
She finished buttoning her shirt. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he said, turning the TV to CNN.
The Breaking News headline flashed across the screen as Caroline moved closer to the television.
‘President Hendricks Assassinated By Lone Gunman At Los Angeles Event’
Caroline pulled Jack’s suit jacket around herself. “Oh no.”
Jack wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I’m right here, sweetheart.”
“It just happened, maybe an hour ago,” Greg said.
Caroline shushed him as the anchor began to speak.
‘Here is what we know so far, as this is a developing story and news is still coming in. President Hendricks left the dinner shortly after eight o’clock Pacific Daylight Time, surrounded by Secret Service agents and staffers. As he was walking toward the Presidential Limo, shots rang out from the crowd that had gathered nearby. The president was struck by two bullets, one to the head, and one to the chest. According to medical personnel at Cedars-Sinai, he was dead on arrival. His wife and other staffers were unharmed. LAPD and the Secret Service have taken a man in for questioning. An assault rifle was located in close proximity to the gunman. The crowd outside the hotel was searched prior to the event, and Secret Service personnel are trying to discern how such a powerful weapon could have been transported through security.
‘Vice President Santos was at his residence asleep during the incident. After being notified of the tragic event, he summoned the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court and took the oath of office a few moments ago. He and his family have issued the following statement:
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