Page 31 of Sofa King Wanted
“They're going to reelect you.” Neil opens my shirt, exposing my bra. My body starts to heat. I think I might be addicted to my husband and sex.
“They better,” I huff. “I can't give this power up.”
“Babe.” He tugs my bra down so my boobs spill free. “No one is running against you.”
“I know, but still. I'll be the hero.”
“All right.” He brushes his thumb across my nipple, making me gasp. I thought my nipples were sensitive before I was pregnant. Now it's freaking out of control. Warmth pools between my thighs.
“All right?” I wiggle closer to press my sex against his cock.
“I'll even help you.”
“Really?”
“Pretty hard for Deputy Meowficer to operate the controller with no thumbs.”
“Shit, I hadn't thought of that.” I shake my head. “This is why you were in the FBI. Always thinking.”
“But there will be a price.”
“What?” I lick my lips, knowing where this discussion is going.
“I want to eat your pussy and then fuck you on your desk.”
“That's not very professional. I'm on the clock.”
Neil stands, sitting me on the desk. I watch him walk to the door and click the lock before pulling down the window covering and coming back to me.
“I guess it's a good thing my wife is a rule breaker.” His hand cups the back of my neck, pulling me forward.
“A really good thing,” I whisper against his mouth.
“The best and all mine,” Neil says, claiming my lips in a deep, hard kiss, keeping a firm hold on me. He always does. My husband keeps me steady and grounded.
It’s safe to say I will win the election. It's just not safe to say that the town is safe from me. Neil never will be, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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