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She slides off the desk, her face bright red as she smooths her skirt down and reaches up to pull her perfectly tousled hair into this stern looking ponytail. “
Not
the fucking of my life.”

 

I wink at her. “Sure it wasn’t.”

 

Because that wild look in her eyes says differently. The glow that just
emanates
from her is in pretty strong disagreement with her mouth, and that look says it was, in fact, the
fucking of her life
.

 

Fuck, it was for
me.

 

“We just need to get out of here, okay?” she says hurriedly. She bites her lip as she look down. “And hide
that
,” she says, nodding at my cock still poking through the fly of my pants.

 

I grin. “Hide my cock? What, tired of it already?”

 

She blushes. “And hide
that
,” she says, gesturing at the condom in my hands. 

 

I sigh. “Darlin, you need to calm—” The sound of giggling outside in the hallway suddenly has us both jerking our heads around.

 

“Okay, don’t panic.”

 

She panics, of course. She starts to hyperventilate actually, her eyes going wide in fear as she looks frantically around the room.

 

“In here,” I growl quickly, yanking her wrist towards the shelving unit on the wall next to the big curtained window. I yank out the copy of “Civil Disobedience” and punch in the key code on the hidden keypad, breathing a sigh of relief that it hasn’t been changed since I was removed from the Service. The bookcase swings in, and I’m pulling her through into the darkness inside.

 

“Wait!” She hisses. “My underwear!”

 

Fuck
. Her panties are still lying
right
underneath the fucking desk. I grin at the thought of calling it the “fucking” desk, but then the side door to the office stars to open and it’s too late to do a damn thing about it. I swing the hidden door shut behind us just as the side door to the office starts to open, and then we’re hidden away as the voices enter the office.

 

The voices are hushed and giggling, and I turn to her, my brow raised.

 

“We shouldn’t
be
here!” A woman’s voice suddenly says with a giggle, and we both look at each other in shock at the same time.

 

Emma?

 

What the fuck is Maddie’s PA doing in the Oval Office?

 

I can’t really hear the murmured male response, but then there’s the very distinct sound of moaning and kissing, and then I don’t think either of us have any further questions about what exactly Emma is doing in there.

 


Popular place,
” I whisper in Maddie’s ear with a grin, before she frowns and pushes me away.

 

Outside in the office, we hear Emma gasp, and then she’s actually
moaning
. I raise an eyebrow at the sound of it. I mean,
Maddie
is uptight, but
that
girl makes her seem like well…you get the idea.

 

I turn to see Maddie’s eyes go wide in the dark of the passageway as she brings a hand to her mouth to hold in the gasp. 

 

There’s something supremely sexy about seeing the girl that just got laid on the President’s desk in the Goddamn Oval Office suddenly get
shocked
by hearing Emma and whoever her paramour might be fooling around like that not four feet from where we’re hiding.

 

So sexy, in fact, that I very quickly can’t keep my damn hands off of her. 

 

She jumps as I slide my hand over her ass, searching for the hem at the back of her skirt.

 

Maddie turns and shoots me a look as she swats my hand away, but I’m instantly putting it right back. This time, she doesn’t push me away. This time, I slide my hand down until I find the edge of the garment and snag it in my fingers, slowly pulling it over her bare ass.

 

Outside the room, Emma moans again, whispering something to whoever is out there with her before gasping out loud. My hand slides over the bare skin of Maddie’s ass, trailing down between her legs until I find the heat of her pussy.

 

She’s wet, and I can practically see her blush in the dark as I discover it.

 


Hunter
—” she whispers as I move close to her, my other hand sliding over her tits and up to her face. I cut off her protests with my lips against hers as my fingers sink into her soaking wet pussy and I feel her moan into my mouth. 

 

Outside in the office, the sounds of panting and gasps of pleasure trickle through the bookshelf. Here in our dark little retreat, I silence Maddie’s wanton cries with my lips and my tongue as I curl my fingers forward inside her pussy and let my thumb circle her clit purposefully. 

 

Her breath is staggered, short gasps in between our kisses, and she melts against my hand as she puts a hand on the wall next to her. Her nails scratch at the wood-paneled walls as she throws her head back in a silent cry of pleasure while my fingers push her towards the edge.

 

I can’t tell if it’s the thrill of being caught, like before when it was
us
out there in that office, or if it’s the illicit dirtiness of listening in on Emma as her moans start to hit a crescendo.

 

It could be both.

 

But either way, I know Maddie’s going to explode one more time, and I want to taste her when she does.

 

I shove her forward, both her palms flat against the wall as I drop to my knees behind her, pull her ass back, and bury my face in her sweet pussy. She starts to shake immediately, and I know it’s taking everything she has not to cry out as her knees buckle and her hand reaches back to rake through my hair.

 

Out in the office, Emma’s gasps hit their peak, and suddenly, she’s crying out. “I’m coming!”

 

It’s like flipping the switch on Maddie, because suddenly her legs practically give out as she takes a sharp intake of breath and collapses against the wall. Her orgasm erupts through her, at the same time Emma’s does on the other side of the wall. 

 

I catch her as she stumbles to her knees, bringing her back into me and holding her close as her breathing goes ragged.

 

“Oh my God, the time!” Emma’s voice sounds tight, and much more like her normal demeanor than when she was coming moments before. There’s the sound of more giggling, the rustle of clothes, and the jangle of a belt buckle. Then the whispered words of the two in the other room  fade away.

 

Maddie whirls to me. “You’re fucking
insane
, do you know that?”

 

“Maybe you just bring out the crazy in me.”

 

She bites her lip. “We have to get out of here before someone comes looking for—”

 

“This way,” I tug her arm further down the hallway.

 

She halts, her eyes going wide at me in the darkness. “There’s another
exit?!

 

I grin. “Well, yeah.”

 

“But! But we just
sat there
and
listened
to them! And we could have been exiting
this
way?”

 

I wag my eyebrows at her and I shoot her another grin. “Yeah, but wasn’t that a whole lot more fun?”

 

She sighs dramatically as she brushes past me and stalks down the hallway.

 

Yeah, WAY more fun.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

 

 

Hours later, I’ve managed to detach myself from Hunter and head to my room —
alone
, thank you very much — to catch my breath.

 

Catch my breath and take a
much
needed shower, I might add.

 

Oh my God, I did it again.
Just like the first time, I let go with him, and
God
did it feel good to feel him like that again.

 

I catch and then hold my reflection in the bathroom mirror after I start the shower, and I grin at what I see. God, I look flushed, and I’m grinning like a big idiot. It’s like I’m
high
off of being fucked liked like that by him; like a chemical rush from feeling him drive into me like that, from feeling his mouth on me.

 

I can still feel him between my legs, and I can still feel how he filled me and made me come.

 

“Relax, no one’s going to know you just got the fucking of your life.”

 

“NOT the fucking of my life.”

 

Yeah, wrong; so very
very
wrong. Because that back there was
beyond
the “fucking of my life.” I can’t even
imagine
getting fucked better than that. And it sounds so
crude
to say out loud, but that’s actually exactly what it was: getting
fucked
.

 

It was raw, and hot, and
so
dirty, and fucking
incredible
, to the point where I can’t even imagine something better.

 

I can’t imagine a cock better than his for that matter.

 

I let the scalding water of the shower seep into my skin, and inhale slowly, letting the steam fill me. 

 

I know later when I step out, that the warm tingle I feel is from much more than the shower. I know the naughty, erotic shiver that tingles over my skin as I dry off has nothing to do with water temperature or hotel-soft towels. 

 

It’s the lingering memory of his touch, and the way my body still craves more.

 

And I
do
want more. It’s that thought that’s going through my head as I start to pull panties on before I grin and place them back in my dresser, knowing I’ll be seeing him later.

 

God, who ARE you, Madison Adams?

 

I’m grinning as I step out of my room, and I’m glowing as I practically float down the stairs in the cute but sexy skirt and sweater I’ve picked out, because
that’s
the girl I’ve apparently become. The girl who goes all gaga after getting the fucking she needed, apparently.

 

I roll my eyes at myself as I round the corner towards the main living area of the family quarters and bump squarely into my mother.

 

“You’re home!”

 

She frowns as she smiles peculiarly at me, and it’s then that I realize she’s standing with someone else. 

 

“Yes, Madison, I’ve just landed,” she laughs and shakes her head as she gives me a quizzical look. After a beat, she moves past my peculiar greeting before she turns beaming to the young woman next to her. The gorgeous leggy blonde looks
bored
as she smiles thinly at me.

 

“Madison, you’ll never guess who I
just
learned was staying here in D.C. for a little while!” My mother smiles again at the girl. “I just
had
to have her come to the House and visit.” 

 

I frown and my mother suddenly shakes her head. 

 

“Oh, sorry, I thought you’d recognize her,” she smiles at the girl and then back to me. “Madison, this is Anya Carle, your stepbrother’s
very
mysterious fiancé!”

 

“I thought you broke up?” 

 

The words blurt out of my mouth before I can stop myself, and my mother scowls as she shoots me a stern look. “Madison!”

 

Anya smiles, her
perfect
white teeth flash behind
flawless
painted lips as she reaches up to push a lock of
perfect fucking
blonde hair behind her stupid perfect little ear. 

 

“Oh, well, Hunty and I have
quite
the backstory, but I think we both always knew this is where we’d finally end up.”

 

What?

 

And it just takes one look at her face, that smile, and this whole
thing
for me to see it.

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