Page 40 of Longing for Liberty
I did.
“Just like that. I want you to stay right there.”
I went still.
“Liberty…look at me.”
I peered over my left shoulder, nervous as shit. He had a devilish look in his blue eyes.
“I’m about to take a call. I need you to be very quiet. Can you do that?”
I nodded and whispered, “Yes, sir.”
An app on his computer began to ring, and my whole body tightened with jittery anticipation.
“Not a sound.” He turned his attention to the screen, and I turned my head forward again, my mind racing and my body alert.
“Hello, Charles, thank you for meeting with me.” Fitzhugh’s overly warm hand slipped up the back of my skirt and landed firmly inside my inner thigh. I sucked in a breath through my nose, keeping my mouth shut.
“Of course, Secretary. I’m glad to finally have information to share.”
“Me too. Roan and Walinger are both very eager.” His thumb moved back and forth in place over my delicate skin. I tried to focus on their words and not the feel of his hand on my thigh.
“I’m sure they are. Well, where shall we begin?”
“May as well go straight through each Community in order.” Oh, this conversation had the potential to be importa— That thought got stuck when his hand slowly moved up, and he ran his thumb along the edge of my panty line under my right cheek. I stayed so still.
“Yes, sir. What I’ve got for you are the population sizes of each community, rough but I daresay very close, along with the number of State Force for each.”
“Perfect.” Fitzhugh nodded. “Let’s have them.”
His thumb pushed under the elastic band and coasted across the undercurve of my bottom, nearly all the way around and slowly back, stopping just before he got to my core. My body was already begging me to let my mind go, but I had to overpower it. The urge to move my body, to force his thumb closer, was strong.
I listened intently as the other man, Charles, began giving Fitzhugh stats. The Secretary made notes on a pad to the left of his computer, writing with his left hand. His right hand was also busy. Finally, finally, his thumb pushed the fabric of my underwear to the side and dipped straight into me. I tensed and heard him clear his throat as his thumb sank into my wetness. My fingertips pressed hard into the glass tabletop.
Pay attention, Libby.
Slowly, his thumb explored me inside, then circled outside, running slickly along my layers of sensitive skin before plunging back into me, pressing upward and forward. He seemed careful to use the pad of his thumb, not his nail, which I appreciated. I wanted to move my hips, but I stayed still. Abruptly, Fitzhugh withdrew his hands from under my skirt, and I heard aclick. Muting himself?
“Take them off.” Heclickedagain and said, “We’d anticipated a higher population in Community Two with everyone bused down from Alaska.”
As quietly as possible, I moved a few feet away and slowly unzipped my skirt, guiding it all the way down, followed by my panties.
“I know,” Charles said. “I think between the banks falling and the round-ups, a lot of people fled north.”
“That many, though?” The Secretary’s eyes never left the screen as he spoke.
I went back to the spot where my hands had left marks on the glass and got back into position, feeling exposed and hideously aroused.
“I know it’s baffling. The only other option is that they went west despite the radiation warnings.”
“Roan won’t like that.” Fitzhugh cupped my ass with his large, hot hand, and I let my head fall forward, my eyes closing as he massaged each of my cheeks before lowering his hand and grasping my inner thigh again.
“I don’t envy you for having to tell him.”
Fitzhugh sighed and found my wet folds with his thumb again, delving inside of me and rubbing the pad of his thumb upward inside where I knew my G-spot was. My toes curled as I breathed through it.
“The Force numbers are good, though. And high teen male numbers for future recruits.” His thumb slipped out, and he replaced it with two fingertips.
