What? I don’t understand any of his directions, but something tells me I know Hunter well enough to know I’m going to get nothing else from him even if ask. I toss the phone on the bed and sit the box down before opening it.
The first thing I pull out is one of those fancy, bubble-bath bombs, and I grin just seeing it. The master bath of the Lincoln bedroom has this massive tub that I’ve been dying to try out and just haven’t yet. I furrow my brow as I smile, wondering how the heck Hunter even knows that.
Up next is a split bottle of a very nice vintage pinot, probably from the White House’s very own cellars, an opener, and a glass, with a note that just says “To sip while you soak.”
But it’s the next thing inside that catches my eye, and I bite my lip as I pull out the smaller, solid black box, wrapped in a black silk ribbon. I pull at the knot and slide the top off before I feel the flush creep up over my cheeks.
I’ve owned some nice lingerie, or at least I’d like to think I have. But the matching black lace set inside is like nothing I’ve ever even seen before. Sheer, sexy, and silky; darkly forbidden and erotic in that way that elicits a sensual response just looking at it. I note with a bush that the whole thing is entirely see-through, but then, you don’t wear something like this to be modest, you wear it to excite. The note inside the box reads: “To replace the ones I ripped. Best worn with heels.”
I grin, feeling the wicked glow start to creep through my body. I glance into the box this all came in to see one final package, this one smaller though also wrapped in black velvet ribbon.
The lingerie was exciting, but nothing prepares me for the throb of pure desire that thunders through my body when I slip open the box.
It’s a mask; a black, matte, demur mask, exactly like the ones from the night we met. It’s almost hot in my hands. An illicit tingle teases from my fingertips, up my arm, and into my body just from touching it. I’m wet instantly, and it’s almost sexual as I run my fingers over the edge of it.
I start to shrug my clothes off, feeling my blood pumping quickly as I nearly sprint to the bathroom and turn on the hot water.
*****
The White House is quiet at night, in that weird sort of empty way where you feel like everyone is off somewhere you should be but aren’t. I feel scandalous, like I’m trespassing or something in my own home.
Of course, part of that feeling might come from the fact that I’m slipping through empty hallways wearing a back knee-length trench coat, heels, and pretty much nothing else but the scandalously sexy lingerie Hunter sent me.
I feel like some sort of sexy spy, and honestly I have no idea why I’ve done anything in Hunter’s notes or texts. I don’t know why I have this compulsion to say “yes” to him, why I want to do things like walk basically naked down the hallways of the White House late at night.
It feels as though I’m on my way to some sort of wicked, passionate affair. Like I’m some sort of mistress of something, stalking down the hallowed halls of this house trailing scandal in my wake.
Which, honestly, is sort of what this is, even if I don’t really know what to label it.
I slip into the Jackson office, empty of course, and pause in the semi-darkness of the dim room as I stare at the bookcase that could, and would, lead me to him. I know the book to pull, and the code to punch in, and even how many feet to walk in the dark that lies beyond it to get to him.
But I pause.
I take a shaky breath in the dark of the room, knowing full well what continuing means. Leaving right now is also an option: running back to my room, and pretending I never agreed to this is a path I could choose right now.
Until I walk through that door, I still have the option to walk away from this madness. I still have the choice to step away and leave this crazy affair exactly where it is.
I could walk away from Hunter right now, and let the chips fall where they will.
I breathe, staring right at the copy of “A Moveable Feast” sitting there on the shelf, hiding the keypad. I know exactly where the next step leads. I know that taking that next step and putting one foot in front of the other puts me one step closer to falling.
It puts me one step closer to admitting that this is so much more than just “having fun”, or “experimenting”.
I pull the book and punch the code, and the bookcase swings open.
This is it, I think to myself, feeling the shiver run through me as I step into the dark passageway.
There’s no turning back here. With every step, my chance for escape and chance to convince myself that this is some experiment, or some sort of fling, slips further away.
This is real, and this is happening. Because the reality is that every step down this dark hallway takes me exactly where I want to be.
I push the door at the end of the hallway open, and suddenly I’m gasping at the sight that awaits me.
The entire damn Oval Office is lit up with candles; easily a hundred of them. The glow flickers across the room like firelight, glinting off framed pictures and casting shadows across the storied, historic room. I step into the office and close the door behind me, and it’s then that I lock eyes with Hunter.
He’s dressed in dark black pants and a crisp white linen shirt, open at the neck. He grins and stands as I enter, and I blush as I feel his eyes roam over me.
“You came.”
My jaw drops, and my eyes go wide as I stare, taking in the transformation of the room from strict and formal to an unbelievably romantic scene. I mean, candles; holy shit.
“I—” I take a breath as I take in the glowing magic of the room around me. “I never imagined this room could look—”
“Romantic?”
I grin as he steps out from behind the desk and winks at me.
“How did you even pull this off?”
He chuckles, “I was on the Secret Service and I’m the new crown prince of the White House.”
I raise an eyebrow. “So?”
He grins. “And I told Chris who’s on duty and owes me a favor that I wanted to bring a girl in here.”
My jaw drops and I stare wide-eyed at him. “You TOLD him?!”
Hunter laughs as he moves closer to me, slinking towards me like some sort of jungle cat stalking his prey. “I didn’t tell him it was you, obviously.”
He’s right in front of me then, and his eye blaze into mine as his hand come up to rest on my hips. “You look fucking incredible, by the way.”
I blush. “Coat and all, huh?”
He moves right against me, his hands moving across the tie at the front of my coat to the knot holding it shut. “I’m more interested in what’s underneath, actually.”
“What makes you think there’s anything underneath?” I breathe out, biting my lip as I grin up at him.
“Hmm, excellent question,” he growls, his hands pulling at the tie of my coat. It falls open, and I can hear the sharp intake of his breath. “Holy shit…” he growls trailing off as his eyes roam over my body, taking me in.
“Oh, wait,” I say, reaching into the pocket of the coat. I pull out the mask and grin as I slip it over my face. Slowly, I pull the trench coat off my shoulder and let it drop the floor. I twirl, feeling my breath catch as I feel his eyes burn into me. “So, you approve?”
I gasp as he yanks me again him, his sharp blue eyes burning right into mine.
“Yeah,” he growls, his lips millimeters from mine and his hands sliding down to grab my basically bare ass. “Fuck yeah, I approve.”
I gasp as he picks me up, his powerful hands holding my ass and whirling us around as my legs wrap around his waist and my arms cling to his neck. He’s kissing me fiercely, our tongues entwining, lips crushing together, and breaths coming in sharp gasps as he moves us across the room.
Hunter sets me down on the edge of the big wooden desk and reaches behind me, only to come back with a mask that matches mine; one that matches that night. He slips it on and stands between my legs, letting his eyes roam ov
er my body.
He leans in and trails his lips over my neck as he reaches behind me and unhooks the delicate lacy bra before letting it slide down my arms.
“I thought you approved of the lingerie,” I whisper out, moaning as I feel his hands run over my bare breasts.
“The lingerie is the appetizer,” he growls into my ear. “But I’m starving.”
I gasp as his thumbs trace over my nipples, sending electric shivers through my body and getting me instantly wetter than I already was. I can feel him, hard and throbbing through his pants as he presses into me. I moan and reach for him as his hand cups my jaw and brings me crashing against his lips.
Hunter pushes me back, and I let myself drape across the big wooden desk as I feel him start to tug at the waist of my exotic panties. Heat creeps over me in the glowing candlelight of the room as he pulls them slowly down my thighs and over the lace edge of the black stocking, before he slips them over my black stilettos.
His eyes burnin to mine as he brings them to his face and inhales, which is just so dirty and hot that I find myself squeezing my legs together and letting my hands slide down over my skin.
He unbuttons his shirt and starts to pull it off his broad, muscular shoulders. I bite my lip as my eyes travel up and over those chiseled arms and the inked lines swirling across them.
He sits in the Presidential chair and moves towards me, pulling my legs gently apart, pushing my knees up as his lips find my thighs. He trails his mouth up my legs and I shiver, feeling his fingers brush against my pussy before his mouth even gets there.
Oh, but when it does.
I cry out as his tongue drags across my lips, delving between them and swirling through the sticky wetness of my need for him before moving up to my clit. Fingers spread me open as his tongue traces over my aching clit, coaxing a moan from my lips as he gets me writhing for him on top of the desk.
I feel like some sort of sexually empowered temptress, spread out on the damned Oval Office desk like that, as if I’m some sort of mistress to a President; a courtesan to a prince or something.
My hands cup my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples as Hunter’s tongue slides deep into my pussy. He’s curling a finger inside as his mouth latches onto my clit and sucks gently. My body arches off the desk and I gasp as if hit by a live wire.
When his mouth dips lower, and then lower still, I can feel the same naughty, wantonly dirty shiver as before creep through my body as his tongue traces over my most forbidden of places. I’m clawing at the desk, my body arching and my muscles clenching as his wicked tongue sends electric currents roaring through me.
His mouth moves back to my clit, teasing me, making my breath hitch, staggered cries ripping from my throat as I feel myself start to melt under his tongue. But then he’s standing, and stepping out of those black pants. I slowly sit up on my elbows and watch him with lust-hooded eyes. He looks right into my gaze while he wraps his hand around his thick erection and slowly strokes it.
He moves forward, pushing the head of his cock against my dripping wet pussy, easing it between my lips. He slides in, pushing all the way with one deliberate stroke as I slowly exhale a breath of pure pleasure and sink back on the desk. His hands grip my waist as he pulls out slowly before driving back in, making me moan in ecstasy as his cock fills me up all over again.
We move without hurry, my hips rolling to meet his thrusts as he sinks that perfect cock inside of me again and again, his eyes burning right into mine as if he can’t bear to look away from me.
I’m whimpering as he fucks me like that, watching the muscles of his chest and biceps ripple as he holds me tight. The deep grooves of his hips strain as he drives in again and again, the chiseled lines of his abs rolling with every thrust, and I let myself fall back, hair sprawled across the desk as let myself get lost in it all.
Hunter’s hands slide down my thighs to my knees, lifting my legs up. His hands slide further up, spreading me wide as his hands find my heels. He groans as he starts to pick up his pace as he holds my heels like handles and starts to pound into me. I’m gasping and whimpering as I claw at the desk, feeling my body start to tumble towards that sweet release.
He drives deep on every thrust, his eyes still locked on mine as he slides that cock into me again and again. I’m close, so fucking close that all I can do is moan when he drops a hand to my pussy and starts to roll his thumb across my clit.
I’m falling, crashing towards that edge, my knees up over his shoulders, when he leans over me, as he drives into me relentlessly and growls right into my ear, “Come for me, Maddie. I want to feel you come all over that big cock.”
I cry out a shattered moan of release, feeling the orgasm thunder through me as my whole body arches off the desk and I go crashing right over the edge. He kisses me fiercely, letting me scream into his mouth as he fucks me right through my orgasm, until I’m nothing but a puddle and I collapse across the desk.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Slowly, I’m aware of Hunter bringing me up, and I’m giggling in delirious pleasure as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with everything I have. I’m breathing his breaths, feeling his heartbeat thundering against my chest, and letting myself sink against him as I kiss him, letting everything else and every other worry in the world drift away from us in that room.
I pull away from him and bite my lip as I slip the mask off his face, and he grins as he pulls mine off as well. Slowly, I look down between us where he’s still rock hard and buried inside of me. “You— You haven’t come yet.”
He chuckles into my neck as he rolls his hips forward. “I think we can fix that,” he says into my ear.
He starts to push into me, and as I let our bodies move together like that, it suddenly hits me.
I’m falling for him.
This whole thing is insane at best and downright scandalous at worst. Except I’m past caring at this point. I’m beyond caring about whatever consequences this may bring, or even what chance this has with our parents’ nuptials looming on the horizon.
Because I’ve never felt the way I feel around him, which might scare the shit out of me, but is also more real than anything I’ve ever felt. The sneaking around and the forbidden history we hide has gone from horrible and shameful to this thrilling little secret that we’re both a part of.
I like the sneaking around, and the wicked thrill I get when he sneaks into my room, or when I’m stalking around the White House in heels and lingerie late at night to meet him for this rendezvous.
And maybe, just maybe, I love the scandal of it all. I love the way he talks to me, and dominates me, and makes me feel like I’m his. Because I want to be his, and I want to let him have me.
Suddenly, another thought hits me. A dirty, naughty, wicked thought that starts as a glowing little ember in mind before it slowly roars to a blaze as I cling to him there in that office, feeling him drive deep inside of me.
I want him to have me; I want him to have all of me. I want to be his naughty girl; his dirty little secret.
I stop him with a hand on his chest, “Wait.”
He stops his thrusting hips and looks into my eyes. “Hm?”
“Hang on,” I whisper, gently pushing him away from me. I slide off the edge of the desk, feeling my heart race in my chest as the raw lust for him thunders through me. I turn, blushing as I look over my shoulder at him as I start to bend over the desk.
Hunter growls as he moves forward, but as I feel him press against my pussy again, I shake my head. “Not there.”
He frowns, “Maddie, what—” And suddenly his brows raise and a wicked grin teases the corners of his mouth. “You sure?”
I nod, feeling my breath heaving in my chest, the blood pumping in my face. “I want you to take all of me,” I say quietly. “I want this with you.”
He raises me up, pulling my head around as he kisses me fiercely. I gasp as I feel him lift one of my legs, putting my knee on the desk as he trails kisses down my back.
He suddenly bends down and rummages in his pants pocket before he pulls out a small little bottle of something. My eyes go wide as I feel the grin spread across my face.
“Did you bring lube here tonight?”
Hunter grins broadly at me, “Hey, a man can hope and be prepared.”
“You know, a less open-minded girl might consider that a bit bold.”
He pours some of the liquid on his hand and starts to stroke his cock with it. “Oh, you want bold?” he says, moving against me.
I suddenly tense up as I feel his slick finger brush over my ass. “What if I told you I’ve been dreaming about fucking your ass ever since I met you? Bold enough for you?”
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