Chapter Twenty-Two
Reagan
I would love to blame what was happening on the brandy, but I was almost certain that I would’ve given in to Josh’s advances with or without the liquid encouragement. How could I not? Josh was still the sexiest man that I had ever met. The fact that he was as hard-working as me helped to elevate that sexiness even more. He was, without a doubt, everything that I had ever wanted in a man. How could I not want to have sex with him again? I hadn’t realized just how tense I had been all week trying to ignore the obvious attraction between the two of us. But looking up at him now, his tie to the side, his eyes glossy from the alcohol, I knew that I wanted him all over again.
I opened my legs. I was wearing a pencil skirt, which was making my art of seduction a bit more difficult. I stood up, unzipped my skirt, and stepped out of it. I then undid my blouse and threw it to the side. Josh was leaning against the desk, watching me. His eyes didn’t leave me once, and when I walked toward him, he picked me up and put me down on the desk. I sat on a pile of papers, and we both chuckled. He cleared the pile away and leaned in to me to kiss me.
I pulled off his tie and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. I ran my hands over his bare chest and smiled at how perfect he was. He kissed me again, his hands trailing up my leg. He pulled my panties down and leaned down to lick me. I held onto his desk, grasping at the edge so that I didn’t fall off. The feeling of his tongue inside my folds made me moan. The office was quiet, and the sound reverberated in the room. But I couldn’t help myself. At that moment, the only thing I could think about was the feeling of his tongue in me, sending shockwaves along my sensitive nerve endings. I wanted more. His mouth was not enough. I pulled him away and told him to take the rest of his clothes off. When he pulled down his pants, I saw that he was already hard and ready for me.
“More,” I whispered and held on tight again as he pushed himself inside me. I moaned even louder this time and called out for him to go deeper. Deeper. Deeper.
He obliged, thrusting hard so he could fulfill my request, panting as he pushed himself further and further into my depths. I came in trembling ecstasy, and the moment he saw what effect he had on me, I felt him come too. He pushed and groaned, and held on tight as he allowed himself to fully immerse himself inside me. He didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed there, holding on to me, and kissing me. Neither one of us wanted to let each other go.
I wasn’t sure how long we would’ve stayed like that if it wasn’t for the sound of the cleaning lady coming from down the hall. She always walked around with her music on, and from the sound of it, she wasn’t all that far away. Josh pulled out of me and scrambled for his clothes. He threw whatever of mine he could find at me at the same time, and I quickly got dressed. We got dressed in record time and sat down with pen and paper in our hands. When the cleaning lady eventually walked by us, she simply nodded and smiled and told us that we work too hard.
My face was red, but the cleaning lady thankfully didn’t stay to chat. I looked at Josh and sighed.
“That was too close. I’m sorry,” I said. What was I thinking?
“Don’t be sorry. It was just as much my idea as it was yours. In fact, it was probably more my idea. I got . . . I got lost in the moment. It’s hard not to with you,” he said, and I thought it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever told me.
“Well, for what it’s worth, that was an amazing stress reliever.”
“Better than Jack Earl Winter Frank Junior?” he asked.
I chuckled. “Oh, much better. Ah, Josh. What are we going to do? We shouldn’t have done this. I really don’t want to get you into trouble. I’m supposed to be making sure that you get the votes.”
He sighed. “I know. I couldn’t help it. And . . . well, I really like you, Reagan.”
I smiled. “I like you too, Josh.”
“You don’t think I’m too cocky?” he grinned.
“Oh, you’re still cocky, all right. But it doesn’t make me like you any less. You’re a lot more than that too.”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“I’m not going to tell you. Because it’s just going to make you cockier.”
He laughed. “Dammit. I need to find out. I would actually love to take you out on a real date.”
“You would?”
“Of course I would. There’s no teeth clenching with you. And there’s no awkward conversation.”
“But . . . we can’t.”
“You’re right,” he said. “We can’t. So, how about we wait until the election is over?”
I smiled. The thought of a date with Josh once the election was over sounded like the best idea I had ever heard. I could wait until then.
I nodded. “I’d love that, Josh,” I said, and I suddenly felt shy around him. “And I better go. I’m not going to get any more done after what we just did. And especially not after all that brandy. I think I need to get straight into bed.”
“Yeah, me too,” he said. “Come on; I’ll walk you out.”
We walked back to the car, waving goodbye to the cleaning lady who barely seemed to take any notice of us. Josh walked me to my car first, which was nice of him. He looked around, making sure that there was nobody in sight, and then bent down to give me a small kiss.
“Good night, beautiful girl.”
“Good night, cocky boy.”