Yes, Prime Minister

by Aria Cole

  “Why’s that?” He grinned, wrapping his hand around my neck and pulling me in for a gentle kiss.

  “Now you own my only orgasm.”

  His lips paused, hovering against mine, one eyebrow shooting into his hairline. “Tell me I didn’t just give you your first orgasm?”

  I nodded, heat radiating up my chest. “Yes, sir.”

  “Sweet Jesus, Juliette.” He rested his forehead against mine, soft breaths of air parting his beautiful lips. “You have no idea what you're doing to me.”

  “Then tell me.” I half whispered, half begged.

  “How about I show you?” He growled, pulling me into his arms and walking straight out the door and down the curving staircase.

  “Where are we going?” I giggled, hands wrapped around his neck. When we were this close, his woodsy, sweet scent surrounded me, made me feel consumed by his love.

  “Home.” The word vibrated from his chest, laced with meaning I was far too ill-equipped to comprehend at that moment.

  “Well, Prime Minister, I hate to break it to you, but I have this really hard-ass boss who won’t let me skip work tomorrow.”

  “We’re not skipping work.” He nodded when we reached the bottom of the stairway, gesturing Locke to the vehicle. I shifted, making sure the hemline of my dress was down so Locke wouldn’t get a view he hadn’t bargained for tonight. “We’ll go in together.”

  “Excuse me?” My eyebrows shot up.

  He set me on my feet once we reached the open door of the car. Cupping my face in his palms, he looked down at me, eyes warm and staring into my very soul. “You’re going home with me tonight. I told you, Juliette, I’m keeping you.”

  SIX

  Bryce

  I traced the sweet lips of the woman I’d quickly found myself head over heels for.

  This wasn’t new; this had been simmering. I’d been dancing around my desire for Juliette since the first day she’d started at the office. It had felt like a long time coming. I wanted her in my home, in my bed, wrapped up in every spare corner of my life. I wanted to move her stuff in with my stuff, share coffee and watch the news with her in the morning, then fall asleep buried so deep inside her every night that we’d lose count of where she ended and I began.

  I pressed the pad of my thumb to the rapidly firing heartbeat at her throat. The heartbeat that matched the very pounding coursing through my own veins right now. Leaning in, I dusted my nose along the shell of her ear and whispered, “Veux-tu coucher avec moi ce soir?”

  She sucked in one long, ragged breath, her fingers curling around the shirt collar at my neck, her legs nearly buckling under her. Pressing her against me, I placed a kiss on her forehead and murmured, “I’ve got you.”

  Juliette pushed up on her tiptoes, hands against my skin, our lips pressing together in a kiss that rocked me to the marrow of my bones. If there was ever any doubt she wanted this, us, it was gone. With one kiss, she told me all the things we weren’t saying, all the things our hearts were piecing together in the form of soft touches and hungry kisses.

  “I'm ready.” She smiled against my lips.

  “Good, beautiful. I am too.” I lifted her into the back seat, closing the door behind us and hauling her into my lap. Thankfully, the privacy screen was up, blocking Locke’s view of us in the back seat, because it wasn’t very professional. In fact, it was a lot closer to hormonal teenager. But since I’d skipped most of those moments, I decided to make a point of living them right now, with her.

  “I can’t wait to have you in my bed.”

  “I can’t wait to be underneath you.”

  My hands pushed up her dress, clutching at the silky flesh of her beautiful ass. I’d been fisting my dick in my hand and jerking off to this beautiful woman since day one, and finally, she was in my hands. Every soft inch of her pressed against all my hard angles felt like the greatest achievement I’d ever accomplished.

  It was only a few minutes later, and Locke was pulling up outside my home, a five-bedroom mansion that sat on the winding river. By the time Locke was opening the back door, I’d pulled Juliette's dress down, making her perfectly presentable, even though it was well after eleven at night and only a sliver of moon lit the landscape.

  “Thanks. See you in the morning?”

  “Have a good night, sir.” Locke nodded, expression unwavering.

  Within a minute, Juliette and I were climbing the stairs to the second floor and kissing our way through the door of the master suite. She kicked her shoes off, and I lifted her onto the bed, my hands drawing down her zipper as soft sighs shuddered past her gorgeous lips.

  “I’ve got a hell of a lot on my plate, but you are officially my favorite thing to eat.” I hooked my lips on the pert little nipple escaping through the fabric of her dress, and a moan radiated out of her body and straight to my balls.

  “I don’t know how much more I can take.” She sighed, arousal causing breathless need to weigh down her words.

  “More of what, beautiful?”

  “You. I need you. Inside me.”

  “Juliette, don’t tell me that. I’m trying to do the right thing. The fact that you’ve never had an orgasm makes me think there’s maybe a few other things you haven’t done, and I don’t want to rush—”

  “You’re not rushing me. I want this. I want you to have it. I’ve been holding on to it for no reason.” Her sweet little body squirmed beneath my heavy one. “I want to give it to you.”

  “You don't know what you’re saying to a man like me.”

  “Yes, I do. I know exactly what I’m saying.” The way her lower lip pouted out as she defended herself only drew me in more, made my cock pound with painful desperation.

  “The stuff I like is intense, Juliette. Things I want to do to you might take some working up to.”

  “Working up to? Like what?” She narrowed her eyes adorably.

  A cocky, one-sided smile turned my lips before I held up a finger. “For instance—” I leaned across the bed and pulled out a little velvet bag. The clink of metal chains working against each other was audible. Juliette’s eyes shot open, the sound clearly surprising her.

  “I want to make you come—” I pulled the metal from the sack “—with these on.”

  Her mouth popped open, head turning to the side as she inspected it. Her fingers reached out, whispering across the chilled metal. “Nipple clamps?”

  I trailed the cool metal along her chest, letting it pool in her cleavage and loving the way her eyes rolled back a little, her thighs shifting. “Not just nipple clamps, a clit clamp too.”

  “A clit clamp?” Her fingertips dug into my biceps, tongue darting out to run along her already swollen lips.

  “You’d be surprised what a little pressure in the right places can do for pleasure.” I pulled the fabric of her dress off her shoulders, revealing the outline of her gorgeous tits, encased in a silky black bra. “You're fucking edible, Juliette.”

  I pushed her tits together, desperate to bury myself between them and deep inside her. I unhooked her bra, pulling it from her delicate shoulders and then attaching my lips to the source. She sighed and gripped her petite fingers in my hair as I tugged and nipped at her nipples, cooling them and warming them, hopefully sending her body into overload. Just as her thighs were working against my hips like she was trying to grind out her own orgasm, I secured one of the tiny nipple clamps to her pretty pink bud.

  She sucked in a breath, eyes shooting open and fingers tightening in my hair.

  “Every time you tug on my hair, it takes everything in me not to bury myself inside you.” I licked at the beautiful peak of her other nipple, securing the clamp quickly then moving my palms down her body.

  “Don’t wait then.”

  “I’ve waited long enough.” I slipped her panties down her thighs. “And I’m ready to make you come again.”

  She squeaked when I clamped the metal on the hard nub of her clit.

  I slipped a finger inside her, nearl
y dying to find she was even sweeter than she had been earlier. “You're soaked, little one.”

  She clamped down on her lip, hips bucking.

  “Do you like my finger inside you? My tongue on your skin?”

  She nodded her head fiercely.

  I pulled at the zipper on my pants, pushing them down my thighs and freeing my cock to the night air.

  Her sleek tongue darted out, eyes burning back at me as she looked from the place where my cock hovered at her entrance then back to my eyes. “Please.”

  “Please, what?” I pushed the head of my cock through her searing hot silken flesh.

  “Please, I want more. I need more. I need you.”

  Something primal roiled my gut, every muscle in my body tensing as all thoughts outside of her ceased. “I can’t tell you how much I needed to hear those words.”

  In one swift movement, I’d locked our hands together, fingers entwining as my cock pushed past her tight entrance. In slow movements, I breached her body, losing my mind and finding my heart all in the same moment.

  “Jesus, you feel good, Juliette.”

  Her fingernails dug into my back, my movements slowing as I waited for her body to adjust to mine. My cock twitched and flexed, raring to take and claim what he knew was his, but I waited because I loved her. I waited because I didn’t want to crush her heart, and that was the most fragile thing she was giving me tonight.

  “Deeper. Please, deeper, Bryce.”

  My grip tightened on her hands, my muscles strung tighter than an arrow at trying to control myself, hovering just inside, not nearly enough… “I won’t come inside you, Juliette. As much as I want to, I won’t tonight. But I’m clean, it’s only you who’s consumed my head. No one has ever gotten inside me like you have.”

  “Don’t stop, Bryce. Oh God.” Her hips rotated against mine, and my lips locked around one of her nipples as I gradually drove my dick deeper inside her sweet body. I was sure I was touching heaven in this moment. Feeling her come alive underneath me was a gift I’d never give back.

  “There’s so much more where this comes from, beautiful.” I shoved deeper, breaking the barrier that’d locked me out.

  She was mine.

  All mine.

  I loosened our locked hands, thrusting my fingers into her hair and tugging her lips to mine in a possessive kiss. “Mine.”

  SEVEN

  Juliette

  Bryce and I had watched the sun come up, the gorgeous golden rays lighting his room and my life on fire.

  Everything about him felt like a dream. His attentiveness to my every need, always keeping an eye on me, even so much as pressing a hand to my back when we walked.

  Just that touch drove me to the moon and back with low, simmering lust.

  We’d both groaned when we’d dragged ourselves out of bed, but sharing a shower first thing in the morning, pressed against his hard body with his cock filling me, made getting out of bed a little better. Suddenly, I’d found myself closing my eyes and living the fairy tale with him. What would it look like if I stayed here? If we went to work together? Could I really be the girlfriend of the prime minister? Something about it seemed so cheap to describe what we had. And for that matter, I didn't even know what he wanted. He hadn’t mentioned a thing about it since last night.

  But a girl could close her eyes and dream, especially when a gorgeous man was trailing his lips across her neck right at that very moment…

  “You’ve got a meeting with the president of Chile in two minutes. I should leave.”

  Bryce lavished kisses across my jawline, sliding a hand down the front of my dress and tucking his fingers into the neckline. “Fuck him. I’m only interested in a one-on-one with you.”

  “You already pushed him back after this morning. I’m not sure he’s a very patient man.” My arms went around his neck on instinct, unable to help my body’s reaction when I was so near to him.

  A low rumble escaped his chest, forehead falling to mine as he huffed, “Fine. Fifteen minutes, then we’re ditching.”

  “Is the prime minister allowed to ditch?”

  Bryce shrugged. “My schedule’s clear for the next few hours. And I’ve suddenly found a new favorite pastime.”

  “Which is?”

  His teeth nipped at my ear. “Making you come.”

  Just then, a gentle tap came at the door. Bryce grinned down at me before landing a soft smack on my ass. A shiver coursed through me, and suddenly, I’d never been more irritated than I was with the president of Chile for interrupting my time with the prime minister. Just a few more minutes…

  “Come in,” Bryce called, and his sentry pushed open the door, a forced smile on her face. “The president is here, Prime Minister, sir.”

  “Thank you.” He held out a hand, shaking the stocky man’s hand. “Ms. Alexandre was just leaving. Wait outside for me, if you would.” He winked at me, a small grin twitching his lips and flipping my insides.

  I nodded subtly, backing out of the prime minister’s office and leaving the two men to their discussion. I glanced around the surprisingly quiet hallway, only a few members of the security team standing by, both of the prime minister’s and the president’s. I trailed down the hall, wondering why Bryce might want me to hang around, and stopped to sit on an antique chair positioned in one corner. I fished out my phone, scrolling through the latest in my news feed, trying to kill time.

  I briefly thought about running downstairs, maybe spending a few minutes working at my desk. Bryce knew exactly where he could find me, but then again, something didn’t feel right about leaving when the prime minister expressly told me to stay. He was my boss, after all.

  I paused on a local news story in my feed about poverty levels and unemployment in Canadian inner cities and bookmarked it, making a mental note to run some ideas I had by Bryce. I had a feeling he’d want to do anything he could to make a difference. Bryce Gallagher had run an entire campaign on moral integrity. He was the all-Canadian boy, high school hockey player, camp counselor, and prime minister of the country by the age of thirty-four. Canada’s youngest prime minister in history. He was a golden boy, and my body still tingled from all the places he’d gilded me with his hands last night.

  I pressed a hand to my lips just as the door opened to the prime minister’s office. I shot off the chair, feeling suddenly off-kilter, not expecting to see them so soon or for them to catch me with a blush creeping up my cheeks, remembering all the stolen moments we’d had last night.

  “I’m so glad we had a chance to chat while you’re up north.” Bryce patted the president on the back, the short man’s face lighting up with a grin as his eyes landed on me.

  “I’m glad I did too. The women up here, they are very beautiful, eh?” The president paused when he reached me, eyes traveling up and down my body, hovering for far too long at the dash of cleavage that peeked out of the top of my dress.

  Bryce’s eyes landed on mine, flaring with heat before his hands clenched at his sides.

  My stomach churned as I imagined the next few minutes playing out in my head and turning into a headline: The Prime Minister Pummels the President of Chile over a Sexist Joke. Oh God, I had to stop this.

  Bryce’s jaw clenched, teeth working back and forth as his eyes narrowed in on the president. “We haven’t officially announced it yet.” Bryce forced a smile on his face, directing his eyes to me before real warmth took over. He stretched a hand out, entwining our fingers and pulling me to his side. I fit against him snugly, like I was meant to be from the start. “But Mr. President, I’d like you to meet my fianc?e, Ms. Juliette Alexandre.”

  My mouth dropped open just as quickly as the president's eyebrows shot to his hairline. “You're a lucky man.”

  I stood stock-still, fingers still twisted with Bryce’s, and summoned everything inside me not to lay into him at this very moment. I’d imagined some horrifying scene out of Fight Club, and here Bryce had gone with a completely different tactic. What the hel
l was he thinking? He couldn’t just announce stuff like that to the president, in front of other people. Not when he was the prime minister.

  I glanced around, noticing a few eyes watching us intently. I frowned, clutching my hand in Bryce’s, letting him know that this wasn’t over, not in the slightest.

  “I’m the luckiest man alive, Mr. President. Thanks for saying so.” Bryce inclined his head, giving him one last smile before the president nodded and turned away with his team.

  “What the hell was that?”

  “A congratulations is probably more in order.” Bryce winked, pulling me along with him and back into his office, shutting the door behind us before smashing me against it. His hands lifted mine above my head, his lips hovered at mine, and his hips danced just out of reach of my aching body. Every nerve in my body was desperate for him, but I wanted a damn explanation for what he’d said out there.

  “What if the media catches wind of what you said?”

  “S’okay.” He shrugged, hands running up my thighs and lips attaching to my neck, sucking at the soft hollow and pulling a moan from my lips.

  “What do you mean, s’okay? That’s a fire we can’t put out. Rumors will be everywhere.”

  “They won’t be rumors.”

  “Excuse me?” I huffed, finding it harder and harder to concentrate with his hands on my skin.

  “I want all of you. Every last piece, Juliette. And I want you to have my name. I want you in my house, in my life, because you’re already in my heart.”

  “Bryce…”

  I moaned, his lips pressed against mine, tongue waging a gentle war with mine. I was succumbing, falling under, drunk on his spell.

  “Say yes, Juliette.”

  Fireworks lit my brain, my good sense gone when all I could think about was his hands on my skin. “I can't think when you do that.”

  He smiled crookedly. “That’s the point.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “Love isn’t fair,” he murmured against my lips. “If it were, I would have found you long before now.”