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He flinches at the sharp tone of my voice, but also fuck him for acting like none of this matters. “Crap, K.T., you know I didn’t mean it like that. I only meant that I don’t want you to worry about money when I’m here and I can help you.”
His hands clench into fists. “I’d do anything for you. Don’t you know that by now?” But before I can argue that last bit with him, his mouth presses vicious and needy against mine, and every inch of me goes taut and hot in seconds.
I nip at his bottom lip, then pull back to give him my hardline rule. “We are not going to use sex as a way out of our disagreements.”
He’s definitely giving me one of those dangerous sorts of vibes right now. Maybe I pushed it too far by using my teeth as a negotiating tactic with him. “But we’re not having a disagreement, Ms. Troudeau.”
He takes a step away from me, and my entire body cries out at the absence of his warmth, his hardness. “We’re having a political debate.” And with his mouth still swollen from the sting of my teeth, he licks his lips as he unfastens his expensive suit pants and pulls out his swollen cock, purple and inflamed with lust and glistening at the end with evidence of his arousal.
I can’t look away. When we’d fooled around last night, it had been dark, and I’d been a little bit tipsy and we were all over the floor and each other. I hadn’t really taken the time to appreciate how big Reed was. I squirm with remembered pleasure, then slowly, so slowly drag my tongue across my lips. He lets out a rough moan and starts to roughly fist his gorgeous cock.
I want to watch him, take in the exquisite view, but I also want to be the one who drives him over the edge right now. Preferably with my mouth. I slip to my knees in front of him, then very deliberately put my hair back into a messy ponytail, watching him carefully through my eyelashes. I am going to ruin him right here in this stupid one room schoolhouse, and I want him to know how much I’m enjoying it already.
“But Mr. Mayor, I don’t even know what we’re supposed to be debating.” I take his thick, heavy cock in my hand and place a feather light kiss on the tip. “Can you at least give me a hint?”
He grunts as my hand starts to move, pulling and tugging at the hot, turgid flesh. “We were having a dispute as to when you were going to take your panties off. The secondary issue up for debate tonight is whether you are or are not a very bad girl.” He grips my ponytail, tugging hard enough for my scalp to tingle. God, yes.
“Mr. Mayor, I hate to disappoint you on these issues, but it seems I am a bad girl after all.” I tease the tiny slit at the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue, then take as much of him in my mouth as I can, vigorously tonguing the underside of him, feeling him pulse and throb as he fills my mouth and my throat.
He moans so loudly that people in the next town probably hear us. He forces his eyes open, and I watch his entire face sharpen with need as he gazes at me bobbing up and down on his massive cock. “Fuck, Kar. You are a dirty, dirty girl. I can’t get enough of you.”
I release him with a satisfying popping noise that makes him tense up. “Don’t you want to know how I’ve been bad, Mr. Mayor?”
He tugs my ponytail back, forcing my face to angle up toward him. “Tell me.” That soft sound of command in his words is making me even wetter. He’s my every dirty daydream in the flesh.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you win on the taking my panties off issue, sir.” I don’t miss the brief flare of heat in his eyes when I called him sir. I file that little piece of information away for the next time we play Hot Mayor and his Naughty Campaign Intern.
“But you forget that I always win on this particular issue. Take your panties off and hand them to me.” He even taps his foot with a little touch of impatience. I’m either going to come or catch on fire sometime in the next five minutes.
“But sir.” I pause, watching him swallow hard as we push our kinky play a little bit further. I cast my eyes downward, sinking into my role in our game. “I already told you I can’t.”
He releases my ponytail and grabs my chin, forcing my eyes up to meet his again. “You can and you will. Now.”
We haven’t even gotten our clothes off and this is already the hottest sex I’ve ever had. “No, you don’t understand.” I make him wait until I can’t stand it any longer, and then I let my voice carry on in a whispered rush. “I’m not wearing any panties today, Mr. Mayor.”
He takes a sharp breath in and drags me to my feet, then bends me over the heavy antique teacher’s desk. He leans over me, pinning me to the scarred wooden surface with his heavy male body. He hisses in my ear, “I’m going to check right now and see which kind of bad girl you are, Ms. Troudeau. Either you’re a bad girl who told me a fib, or you’re a very bad girl who told me the truth. But either way, I’m going to punish you.” His heavy palm slides over my raised ass in a slow warning, and my stomach begins to roll with the anticipation of what’s coming next.
Because what’s coming next is me. I’m coming next, twice and quickly on top of that ugly old desk. And I leave the stupid schoolhouse with a tingling ass too, even though I’ve always been reluctant to broach that particular aspect of my sex life with the various disappointing men I’d known.
The difference is obvious to me. It’s Reed. He knows me, down to knowing what my body craves. And I trust him to help me out of the whole mess with my bar, as well as being the man in my life to give me exactly what I need both in and out of bed. Even when we leave the world’s most tragic commercial real estate tour, I find myself grinning until my face hurts, and it’s all because of the unusual skills of the dirty, surprisingly kinky Mayor of Valentine.
Reed
“Look, I’ve got to get over to the elementary school for a brief speech. Do you mind coming along?” I straighten my cufflinks, then tug at the sleeves of my shirt. They’d gotten more than a bit rumpled when I’d attacked her at the schoolhouse. Totally worth it.
Her lips curl up. “You could ask me almost anything at this point, and the answer would be yes.”
I love her like this, blissed out and relaxed for a change. I like her tough side too, but this part of Karisma is only for me. I don’t think even for a moment that the selfish asshole Jeffrey had ever bothered to make her feel this way. He was probably too busy figuring out how to make her into a commodity he could profit from: her smarts, her drive, her incredible beauty. He’d always treated her like she was a checklist, not a person. And then they’d broken up and I’d had to pick up the pieces.
“Be careful, sweetheart. You don’t know what I might ask for if you’re feeling that much yes.”
Her eyes drift open, glazed with the pleasure that I’ve given her. “I’m feeling all the yes, Reed. So please take me to your big, sexy mayoral speech.”
I chuckle, and we head over to the elementary school. We’ve recently obtained new federal funding for our school, and I’m determined to see it used to give all of our students access to technology in the classroom. I can’t wait to stand in front of my town and tell them what’s next for Valentine.
When we pull up, I see several news vans, and a handful of reporters already set up with video and field reporters. Definitely surprising, especially seeing a couple from as far away as Indianapolis, but I figure maybe Maryanne set something up as my re-election campaign was now officially in high gear. She’s a lot more intense than I am about this whole thing. I figure I’ve done a good job as Valentine’s mayor, and I really have nothing to worry about. When we’re looking at the gubernatorial race, then perhaps I’ll start to worry.
Principal Kettelbaum is standing next to the podium, and at the podium itself is Senator Brian von Esrington. Wow. I don’t much care for the man’s politics—he’s very much old money, big corporate interests—but I am beyond impressed with Maryanne’s level of hustle on this. She’s definitely getting a raise.
