Page 1 of Resurrect Me

Chapter 1

Tacy

1 Week Before Election Day

“You know we’re not going to be able to fuck in my office after the election,” he says and stares down at me with those dreamy green eyes.

“Why not, Sir?” I ask and bat my eyelashes at him. “Don’t you like having Princess for lunch?”

“Jesus, Tacy,” he grunts, stands, and zips up his black pinstripe pants. “Of course I love having you for lunch. But Governors have people up their asses constantly. I doubt I’ll have the privacy to…”

A knock interrupts his thought.

“Shit,” I say, grabbing my pants and shoes and bolting for the adjoined bathroom.

I hear Solomon laughing under his breath as I shut the bathroom door, and his new assistant walks in.

I’m beaming, flustered, and still reeling from our afternoon sex session. I have the day off work, and so I decided to surprise him during his lunch break. Well, it isn’t much of a surprise since I make it a point to visit him once a week. Every week.

I look in the mirror. My cherry coke hair has fallen out of a messy bun, my red lipstick is smeared across my cheek, and apparently, we popped a few buttons off my lavender satin blouse in the heat of the moment. To sum it up, I’m a hot mess. But I don’t mind. I’m in a happy marriage. Buttons are a small sacrifice.

I pull a brush from the vanity drawer, one that I’ve kept here for just this purpose, and smooth my hair back into the ponytail holder. I tuck my shirt into the top of my black jeans. Then dab a little water on a paper towel and clean the matte lip stain off my face.

I open the bathroom door slowly and peek out. Reggie, Solomon’s assistant, is standing beside his desk with an iPad and stylus in hand. He hears me enter the room, glances at me, and cracks a smile.

“Oh, hi Mrs. Rountree,” Reggie tilts his head and sticks his tongue in his cheek. He knows exactly what just happened. He can smell it all over us. The entire room smells like sex.

“Hi, Leo,” I say and quickly think up a deflection. “I brought Sol’s favorite dumplings.” I point to the white and red take-out boxes at the corner of the desk.

Solomon leans back in his chair and smiles sheepishly. “They were absolutely delicious.”

“Dumplings…right,” Sol’s assistant says and leans over to look. “Theyweredelicious. You haven’t even opened the box.”

I blush wildly and turn to face the window. Can’t Sol just send him away already? This is awkward. I mean, Reggie is gay so it’s not like he’s being creepy. It’s just…embarrassing. I’m not one for airing out my dirty laundry.

“Alright, Reggie,” Sol says. “You know why she’s here. She’s my wife. Give us a break, okay?”

Reggie laughs heartily and spins on one heel towards the door. “No problem, boss. Sorry for the intrusion. Everyone’s got to blow off some steam sometimes.”

Sol shoots me a look that says he’s not embarrassed, and I shouldn’t be either. I mouth a silent OH MY GOD and shut my mouth as Reggie turns the doorknob and opens the door.

“I’ll have the press reports on your desk by three,” he says and closes the door behind him.

I perch on a tufted white chair in front of Sol’s desk and exhale.

“I thought he’d never leave,” Sol says and chuckles. “You were so flustered, Tacy.”

“I’m not one for getting caught,” I say and cross my legs just as Sol’s cum slips out of my pussy and slides down my leg. I shiver from the coolness of it.

“Well, maybe notcaught…but you like being captured,” he says and leans forward in his roller chair, the metal squeaking under his weight. “Remember that weekend we had in Tahiti?”

“How could I forget?” I say and my mind flashes back to our second honeymoon. Sol had booked an Airbnb with padded walls and had special equipment brought in. Equipment with cuffs, chains, and cushions. Gags, leashes, and whips. Among other things. And we locked ourselves in for forty-eight hours. We didn’t leave the house, didn’t see the sunlight, and had no visitors until we were both running on fumes.

I rise from the chair and smooth out my wrinkled skirt. “Well, Honey, I’ve got to get home. The kids will be out of school soon.”

“Aww, so play time is over?” he says and sticks out his plump bottom lip. His mouth is so kissable.

“Yes, sorry, Daddy,” I say and peck him on his cheek. “Plus, you’ve got to get back to work before Reginald decides to pop in again.”

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