Sanford licked her shoulder and then placed tiny kisses along her neck. Shocks rippled up her body and she clamped down on his cock.
He yelled, and his fingers nearly broke the skin on her hips. “Come for me, angel.”
It only took one pump for her to dive over the edge. Just as she opened her mouth to let out a scream, Clint’s cum blasted the back of her mouth. She swallowed quickly to sop up his wonderful juices.
Her pussy throbbed even more as Sanford’s cock enlarged and pulsed. Hot jism filled her and banged against her back wall.
“Vicki, Vicki, Vicki.” Spent, Sanford dropped on her back.
He wound his arms around her, pulled out, and rolled them over. She dropped her head on his heaving chest.
“Stay with Sanford, darlin’.”
Clint leapt off the bed and ran into her bathroom. He returned with a warm, wet towel and wiped her down. He then crawled into bed with her.
“Come here. I need a hug from my woman.”
She loved his he-man attitude. He dragged her off his brother and gathered her in his arms. Snuggling had to be the best thing in the world, or close to it. His warmth and her exhaustion caught up with her. When cold air brought goose bumps to her skin, she opened her eyes.
“Shh. We need to leave,” Clint said.
She pushed up on her elbows. “You can’t stay the night?”
Only one candle remained lit, but it was enough to show both men had dressed.
“Darlin’, if I stay here a minute longer, you won’t be sleeping.”
It took her addled brain a moment to understand. “Oh.”
Sanford knelt on the bed behind her. He leaned her back and cupped her breast. “Meet at the campaign office at nine sharp.”
“For what?”
“We have less than two months before the election, and my campaign manager needs to start working.”
She bolted upright. “You mean I got the job?”
They both laughed. “Yes.”
Her mind finally cleared. “You didn’t even ask me again.”
Sanford tapped her nose. “Didn’t have to. I knew you’d say yes.”
It was true. His uncanny ability to read her kind of creeped her out, but she’d let it go. “What about my patients?”
“Kim Bryant will be meeting you at eleven at your clinic. We’ll give you the time off to show her the rehab ropes.”
“And you knew I didn’t have a client until the afternoon, how?”
Now it was Clint who answered. “I’m a cop. We have our ways.”
She laughed. Both kissed her then left. She dropped back on her bed, knowing that without them in her bed, she’d never sleep a wink. Her mind would be going a million miles an hour, reliving every wonderful minute of every wonderful kiss and lick. Just in case she did doze in the next few hours, she set her alarm for 7:30 a.m.
* * * *
“Move the office dividers to the far corner.” Sanford motioned toward the back.
Campaign volunteers, Earl Samples, with the help of Evelyn Archer, lugged the portable walls to the back of the rented bookstore to form small offices. Earl was a former military man who said he’d support anyone who’d served, which didn’t say much for his political convictions, but Sanford was happy to have the help. Evelyn, on the other hand, was a grandmother of ten and was a huge proponent of growth—economic and otherwise.
Since the main job of the volunteers was to call voters, it would be best if they could have some privacy—hence the portable offices. Sanford had to buy only one cell phone, which he gave to Evelyn, as the other two volunteers each had their own.
As for desks, he was able to rent them for the next two months.
On Saturday, he’d purchased six laptops. Thanks to another one of Vicki’s friends, Brooke Armwood, who owned a computer store, he got a good deal on all the computer equipment. Both he and Vicki would need a laptop to keep the data and check the Internet for pertinent stats. The other volunteers would need them, too, to keep track of who was called, who donated, or who might volunteer their time.
Then there was the need for a printer and a scanner. He’d rented a copy machine, as buying one would have been cost prohibitive.
Both Chelsea and Vicki had recommended their friend Robin Long Stegman to design his campaign posters, but that meant he’d need a good portrait. Lucky for him, Robin’s husband, Clay Stegman, had photographed a lot of famous people, most notably the country-western singer extraordinaire, Brent Stafford. Sanford had an appointment later on today to get a portrait taken to use on the posters.
The bell above the campaign door rang. It was Vicki. Her brown hair was swept back into a ponytail, and her fur-lined jacket hood complimented her glorious green eyes and rosy complexion. She was beautiful. Not only did his balls tighten, his pulse sped up. His mind automatically shot to the amazing night they’d shared. He’d been amused at how anxious she’d been to dip her toe in his lifestyle. She wasn’t ready for the full-blown version, and he prayed he had the patience to wait until she was.
“Hey.” He closed the gap between them. “Welcome to Mansfield headquarters.”
She looked around. “You’ve done so much already.”
He shrugged. “I’m still working on the infrastructure. Clint was a big help, as was your friend Brooke.” He also told her about the photo shoot later this afternoon.
She clapped. “I’ve seen Clay’s work. He’s fantastic.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“So what do you want me to do?”
He led her over to their office in the back where he’d managed to squeeze in two desks, a bookcase, and a small table. On the walls, Clint and he had installed a corkboard and a whiteboard to keep notes and to be able to do some brainstorming. He debated going more high tech, but it wasn’t like he was running for senate or anything. Besides, he needed to be mindful of his finances.
“This is really nice.”
“We’ll have our privacy back here. This is your area.” He hoped she didn’t mind sharing. Having his campaign manager close by would be a big plus. Not to mention he just liked being near her.
She sat in the leather office chair and swiveled around. “I like it.”
He laughed. “Don’t get too comfortable, as we have a lot of work to do.”
He pulled his chair next to hers and booted up her computer. He opened her drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. “I’ve written down the passwords for all of the computers.”
“Is that smart?”
“Better than keeping them in the computer for someone to hack into.” He leaned back and gave her his best skeptical look. “Don’t tell me Pleasure has turned into a hotbed of crime since we’ve been gone.”
“No, but not long ago Brooke’s storefront window was smashed. So there is crime.”
He shook his head. “According to Clint, a killer was after Brooke. He didn’t steal anything.”
“True, but we can’t be too careful.” She returned her focus to the paper. “I see the person’s name and password, but what’s this one for?”
“I have to open a bank account to receive the funds. That’s the password I’ll use.” He slipped it back in the drawer. “Come on.”
She looked up at him. “Where are we going?”
“Trust me.”
While there were a few cars, there never were enough to cause them to wait long before crossing the street. He led her one block to the First National Bank of Pleasure. To his delight, she didn’t ask him why he’d asked her to come along.
“Is this where you bank?” he asked.
“No. I use the Chase Bank of Pleasure.”
Too bad. It might take longer to set up the account then. Both he and Clint banked here.
When he approached the help desk, he asked to speak with someone in the new accounts department. They were immediately escorted inside, and Sanford told him about the type of account he wished to open.
“How many names on the account?
”
“Three.” He wanted Clint to have access as well as Vicki.
She looked over at him and furrowed her brows. He appreciated she didn’t say anything, but he could hear her now, asking why he’d included her. He assured the young man that Clint would stop in later to fill out the form. Once they both signed the cards, he escorted back to the office.
“Why do you need my name on the cards?”
“This way if someone brings in a donation, you can sign the check and deposit it.”
She smiled, and his cock hardened. Having her with him day in and day out would definitely test his control, but he was up for the challenge.
In the short time they were gone, the office had transformed even more.
“Wow.” Vicki looked around. “All we need is life-size posters of you.”
He laughed. “A few posters with my platform on it will suffice. Come on. I need to draft what I want to put in the paper. Deadline is Thursday.”
She inhaled. “It smells divine. That alone might win you the election.”
Evelyn had set up a coffee station and had added a pile of chocolate chip cookies.
“I’m hoping the voters are deeper than that.”
She smiled. Once he was convinced his superstar helpers were good to go, he led Vicki back to the office. “How about if I outline my campaign platform, you edit it, and perhaps put the most important items first? You know the city better than I do.”
Her eyes sparkled. Picking Vicki might have been the smartest move he’d ever made.
Chapter Eight
Vicki was halfway through organizing Sanford’s poster that would state his new goals for the town when she remembered she was meeting Kim Bryant at eleven at her place on Third and Lanyard, a good six blocks away. She could drive, but she relished the exercise.
Both of them had been working feverously for the last hour. Twice, she’d caught him humming, but she quickly swallowed a smile and moved on.
She stood. “I’m leaving to meet my new replacement.”
“Hope you like Kim.”
Vicki was still blown away that he’d found a way to cover her patients without it costing her anything. “I’m sure I will.”
The air was chilly but refreshing, indicating winter was definitely on its way. When she arrived at her physical therapy office, she was a few minutes early so she’d beaten Kim there. There was a ton of things to put away, so she got started. Just as she began to worry if her replacement would show up, Clint knocked on her office door and came in with a tall, blonde woman who looked to be in her early thirties. It was hard to tell under all her outerwear, but she looked fit.
Vicki pushed aside any jealousy and greeted her. Clint leaned over and gave Vicki a kiss. He smelled fresh and looked so handsome in his deputy’s uniform.
After the introductions, his phone rang. He checked it. “Gotta go. Enjoy, ladies.”
Vicki turned to Kim. The woman’s warm smile put her at ease. “Well, let me give you the VIP tour.”
For the next hour, Vicki showed her where she kept the heating pads, the TENS machines and the towels, and then she explained to her how she kept track of her clients.
She looked up at Kim. “Your head must be spinning.” Even she was tired after going through everything.
She smiled. “Kind of, but I’ll manage. You’re only a phone call away.”
That was true. “You have two appointments this afternoon.” Vicki showed her the calendar function on the computer and how to decode the patients’ files. “If Mr. Abernathy—he’s your two o’clock—tells you he’ll pay as soon as his son sends him the money, just say okay.”
“You’re a softy, too, I see.”
“Aren’t all physical therapists?” Kim nodded.
Vicki liked the woman. They talked a little more about where she planned to attend school and some of the new techniques she’d used that had been successful. As much as Vicki wanted to stay around and chat, she needed to get back to the campaign office.
“Call if you have any questions.”
“Will do.”
When Vicki left, there was a huge weight off her shoulders that her patients would be well taken care of. Clint couldn’t have picked a better person.
When she entered the back office, there was a note on her desk.
Off to photo shoot. If you could look over this article, I’d appreciate it. How about contacting Bob Sayles to see where we stand financially? P.S. Thanks for being part of the team.
He’d signed it with just an S.
“Aw.” Sanford was the best. Her chest slightly inflated. Having her look over what he’d written didn’t surprise her, but for him to ask her to contact Bob Sayles blew her away. At first she believed she’d only be a glorified secretary, but with this assignment, he was really including her. Definitely, joining forces with Sanford and Clint had been the right thing to do.
She leaned back in her chair and smiled. Her life was suddenly looking up. So as not to let Sanford down, she contacted Bob Sayles first. His secretary told her that Mr. Sayles would be tied up in meetings all day, but that he’d ask his boss to call Sanford by this evening.
With her short list of duties complete, she decided to see if she could schedule a meeting with Megan. Getting an idea of the mayor’s platform would help Sanford plan better.
Megan’s number was still in her phone from when she’d been a patient. To her delight, Megan herself answered.
“Hey, Vicki. I heard you were joining the opposition.”
She laughed. “Even you have to admit, he’s hot.”
“That’s what worries me.”
Seriously? “Hey, do you think we could catch a cup of coffee?”
“You want to pick my brain?”
She did like her direct approach. “Is that so bad?”
“As long as you reciprocate, it’s a deal. You up for the Mountain View in fifteen? I have a meeting with Jeff Tager in an hour.”
The name didn’t ring a bell. “Who’s he?”
“He’s on the board at Hamrick’s.”
That was the company that employed half of Pleasure. Currently, the coal plant produced all of the city’s electricity. “Perfect. See you in a few.”
She grabbed the list of items Sanford had given her and studied it. Then she walked next door. She wanted to arrive first in order to get a good table. Luke nodded as she entered. His brother, Preston, was speaking with another customer. That meant Chelsea was home with the kids. When she had to cook, either Luke or Preston stayed home.
Claire, one of the new waitresses, bounced over. “Hey, Vicki. What can I get you?”
She hadn’t eaten anything and was starving. “I’ll have a cup of coffee and a Cobb Salad.”
“You got it.”
She’d just finished rereading Sanford’s platform when Megan strode in. A few customers looked over, but thankfully they didn’t swarm her with their concerns. Vicki stood and gave Megan a hug. “Thanks for taking the time to meet with me.”
She sat down. Claire charged over and brought Vicki her coffee. “Hey, Mayor. What can I get you?”
After she ordered they got to work exchanging information. Vicki handed her Sanford’s messy list of what he felt was important, and Megan studied it.
Megan looked up. “Your biggest competition will come from everyone working at the coal plant. That’s a lot of votes.”
“He knows, but Mr. Sayles promises to hire those who might lose their job.”
She seemed to ponder that. “It’ll still be a hard sell.”
“He’s up for the fight.” Vicki and Sanford had discussed the need to find out where the big competition would come from. “Tell me about your platform.”
“You basically know it. I’m not planning on changing my views just because I have competition. I like Pleasure the way it is, and I believe the people are happy, too.”
“That’s true, but the roads could be improved and the water lines are old.” Not to mention some
of the sewer lines leak and stink.
“If Sanford can figure out where to get the money to fix everything without raising taxes, I’ll vote for him.”
She laughed. Claire brought out their meal. For the next few minutes they ate. “What do you have against expansion?”
“Big business has put a lot of the people out of jobs.”
She had to admit the few big-box stores that had come in recent years had hurt the mom-and-pop places. “We can’t stop progress.”
Megan smiled. “I can try.”
Claire came over with their check. As Vicki reached for hers, Megan grabbed it. “It’s on me.”
She wasn’t sure if there would be a conflict of interest, but since they were friends, she let her. “Thanks. My treat next time.”
Megan wiped her mouth with her napkin. “I don’t want to be late to my meeting with Tager. It’s never a good idea to keep a donor waiting.”
“I hear ya. I appreciate you taking time out of your busy day to meet with me.” Not only was Megan the mayor, she worked part-time as a paralegal. She’d had to cut back on her contract hours once she took over the job.
The mayor left, but Vicki stayed and sipped on her coffee, working campaign strategies in her mind. To her delight Clint came in a few minutes later and made a beeline to her table.
“Hey, gorgeous.” He sat down. “How did Kim work out?”
In all honesty, Vicki hadn’t given her much thought. “She seems highly competent. I’m sure my patients will be sad to see her go when the campaign is over.” She placed her palms on her cup to warm them. “Did you know I’d be here?”
He tapped his head. “Got eyes and ears everywhere.”
Maybe Luke or Preston had called him.
He placed a hand over hers. “Sanford called me and said to tell you no sooner had his photo shoot ended when Bob Sayles called to ask if they could meet for dinner.”
That was faster than she expected. “I’m glad they were able to get together.”
“That leaves the two of us to get into trouble tonight.” He winked.
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