Page 17 of Last First Time
She snorts. “That whole speech would be much more convincing if your fly wasn’t open.”
I look down, but my pants are definitely not open. I give her the side eye, and she cackles. “Made you look.”
“Grow up, K.T. I had one of the top ten ideas I’ve ever had in my entire life all for the purpose of saving Riddles, and you’re making a dick joke.”
“Well actually, I was making an underwear joke, but if you want to talk about your dick instead—”
“But I’m not wearing any underwear, Kar.” I watch her take a sharp breath, then eventually remember to exhale.
“You’re lying. You were definitely wearing underwear during the naughty schoolgirl site inspection.” She clears her throat and then smooths out her face.
“Ah, but that was hours ago. Also, it appeared they had sustained some damage during that particular site inspection. Almost as if someone had tried to tear them off, and instead stretched out the waistband until everything was lumpy and uncomfortable.”
She flushes. We both got a bit out of control during our mid-afternoon batch of naughtiness. I love when she gets wild with me, especially when it ends with her soaking the desk with her second orgasm, her sweet cream pouring down onto my thighs, her voice rough from screaming my name. Oh yes, panties and teeth, momentarily.
“Ha ha, Reed. Well, your face is lumpy and uncomfortable.”
Okay, that’s hysterical. We started the whole “your face” joke way back in our college days, and even though we don’t use them very often anymore, whenever she throws one at me, it’s always golden. I gave her the perfect opportunity here. No wonder she swung for the fences.
“I’m sorry, did you say uncomfortable?” I stalk toward her. “Perhaps you should sit on it and I’ll help you refresh your recollection.”
She gulps audibly. “We’re not doing this with you drunk. I’m not going to be that girl who lures drunken rich boys home and hops on them in the entryway.”
I grin. “Then don’t be that girl. You didn’t actually lure me here, for starters. And secondarily, how about we go into my room and discuss this in a very civilized manner, but naked?”
She tips her head back and really laughs, and it’s like sunshine and puppies and ice cream and everything I like all at once. She always puts on such a rough veneer, and even in her unguarded moments with me, she’s more serious natured than I am. It was rare to get a real, carefree laugh out of her, and the sound runs through my being like a live current.
“We’re not getting naked tonight, Reed. We’ve done more than enough of that for one day, apparently.”
“I think we’ll do better with this if we practice some more. Probably the whole sleazy manwhore photograph parade was due to inexperience on my part. We can try harder.” I’m right next to her, her cinnamon scented hair within reach, along with so much of her skin that I want to kiss. “So much harder.” I put all of my dirty thoughts into that last sentence, hoping for another blush. Instead, I get a swat that almost makes me lose my balance.
She laughs again, full and delighted. I should either buy a lottery ticket or else have her committed. Maybe both.
“Reed, you’re actually funny when you’re drunk. When did that happen?”
I put my hand to my chest, covering my heart melodramatically. “You wound me, milady. I am always funny.”
“Um no. No, you’re not.” She shakes her head vigorously enough that I am actually a little bit offended. “Whoever told you that, should cease and desist immediately. They were either flattering you or stupid, and either way, it has to stop.”
Okay fine. I’m not usually this silly, even in private with her. I assume it’s most likely due to the political life I’ve chosen. Things like sarcasm and a dry sense of humor always look terrible in print. And so, I’m usually plain old Mayor Harrington, the giver of encouragement and information in a tailored suit. It sounds super extra boring, but I like to think I at least look good doing it.
“Oh, you do.” She purrs up at me.
Oops. Looks like I said that last bit out loud.
“Yeah, you did. That other bit too.” Her lips twist up in a wry grin. “You need to go to bed, hot stuff.”
“You coming with me tonight?” I look at her, trying to solve the puzzle of what’s going on in her head.
“I’ll tuck you in. But no more seduction tonight. You know I’m in for a repeat performance, but give me tonight to get over the embarrassment of seeing you with a parade of posh pussy. Okay?”
“I didn’t sleep with those women.” I think about it for a minute. “Okay, not most of them. And I’ve never really had a girlfriend.” I pout. “I get it, but you already started taking your clothes off.”
“Shoes, Rich Boy. I took off my shoes.”
“Same thing.” I sniff, as she cackles at my expense. Then I take her hand and entwine her fingers around mine. Her eyes drop to our hands, and then meet my own gaze.
“Kar, I think we should try dating publicly. I know you didn’t want to do it, but it would really help my public image to have a good local girl on my arm at the next few campaign events.”
