He rolls my hair around his fist and bends my head back to kiss me so hard I nearly buckle. God he’s so good at kissing, molding my mouth in slow ways that sends shivers into every part of me. Suddenly I’m released as his eyes are locked ahead of us. Is he searching for a place to…?

“Not out here,” I whisper. “There are too many people!”

“Shhhhhh.”

Oh my God. He can’t be serious.

We’re not going to find a place in public to fuck, with a plethora of tourists who could potentially be witnesses. It’s ludicrous. But the idea has me hot. I’m humming with desire for Justin to be inside me again. Every damn day I saw him speaking at a podium I wasn’t able to sleep that night without pleasuring myself and wishing I didn’t want him so badly, often crying myself to sleep.

It was embarrassing. I never even told Kate.

But still.

Public sex is illegal.

And hot.

Soooooo hot.

As he tucks me into a staircase, gripping my thighs through my dress, I hoarsely whisper, “You’re running for Senate. What if someone sees? Someone could photograph us with their goddamn cellphones!”

Another protest is muted by his tongue. It teases mine, sending an ache into my hungry flesh as his fingers dig into my thighs. One of his hands travels lower and starts to pull up my dress, dipping under and draping the excess fabric over his wrist. I almost cross my legs to stop him, but can’t force myself to do anything but open my legs ever so slightly so he can touch my pussy.

“Look who’s soaked her panties right through.”

Our eyes lock. “I love it when you say things like that. But Justin, it’s way too public right here!”

Glancing around, he jogs his chin. “Up the stairs. Go!”

Whipping around I run up with him casually strolling behind me. I glance back to find him looking around with an expression that says, nothing to see here, people. Move along, in case anyone is paying attention.

The second floor is dark, its offices only inhabited in daytime.

It’s perfect. And terrifying. And I need it.

Justin backs me into a shadowy nook, chewing his way up my neck as his hands slip under my dress. “Oh my God, we’re doing this,” I breathe, high from happiness.

His fingers slip under my lacy panties as he vibrates my earlobe with his tongue. “You’re fucking hot, Lady Jameson.”

Stifling a chuckle, I remind him, “I thought that was your cousin’s name.”

He locks eyes with me, his face somber as he lets me know, “I’m putting it behind me that you pulled one over on me. For the moment.”

As his fingers stroke me with such talent I can barely think, I moan, “I told you my name was Jaimie. You wouldn’t listen.”

“Bullshit.”

I bite his lip to shut him up. That only turns him on more. He groans and kisses me, lashing tongues while our fingers grind into each other. I untuck his button up shirt and slide my hands over his abs, clawing them with my nails as he moans. Our mouths tear apart as his index finger dives into me. As his eyelids go heavier he tells me in accusing tone, “You knew I thought you were a stranger.”

“I sat next to you for a whole school year. You should have remembered me!”

“I wasn’t the most observant of teenagers,” he smirks. “Otherwise I would have noticed you had a crush on me.”

I moan deeply as he slides his middle finger in, too. “I did not!”

He laughs under his breath. “Every girl had a crush on me.”

I gasp, “Some liked Jason!” as he finger-fucks me in the darkness.

“Not you, though, huh, Jaimie? No, you had a thing for me, didn’t you.” He lunges for my mouth, and the kiss grows in hunger as he fingers me senseless.

“I didn’t want you,” I lie.

“But you do now?”

“I want you so badly it’s painful.”

His smirk deepens as he keeps going, watching me wince when the burning heat overtakes me. “You’re close to cumming.” He grimaces with pleasure as I shove my hand in his pants and grab his erection. “You want more?”

“Uh huh!” I moan. The sound of his zipper has me humming with desperation. “Oh, God, hurry!”

Hooking one of my legs around his ass Justin glances downstairs. “No one’s looking. Keep your screams silent.” He nibbles my lip and slips my panties to the side, holding his tip against me.

“Tell me what you want, Jaimie,” he rasps, glancing toward the river and path below us. “You want me to fuck you right out here. You think these shadows are dark enough to hide us fucking?” He smirks and slides his tongue over the inside of my bottom lip. “You like it dirty.”

He presses just an inch of himself into me. Just the tip. I try to move to force him in deeper but he smirks, “Not so fast, needy girl. I know you want it, but you didn’t tell me you did. You have to tell me.”

“Stop it,” I whisper, tilting my head up for more kisses.

“Hmmm. Telling me to stop but at the same time you’re dripping down me. I think you might need a good hard fucking.”

“I do,” I moan.

“Say it.”

I grab the back of his head and whisper in his ear, “Justin…fuck me!” before I lick it.

“Say please,” he groans.

Biting his earlobe I moan through my teeth, “Please fuck me right now or…” I trail off because I don’t have anything to threaten.

He locks eyes with me, pulling my hair. “Or what?”

“Or I’ll never talk to you again.”

Something dark flashes across his eyes. “After I win this election you might not talk to me again anyway.”

His perfect hips do what they were made to, so quickly that suddenly I’m seeing stars. Justin fills me so hard and fast and it’s exactly what I hoped it would be. I feel complete as we move together, both of us panting.

He bites my lip as people’s conversations pass us from below, holding a second for quiet.

When their voices fade, he hammers me steadily, frowning at me like he wishes he didn’t want this as badly as I do. My eyes close with pleasure. When they open again, I discover him gazing at me with a look I’ve never seen on him before.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Jaimie.”

I stare in surprise, momentarily frozen. But then he shoves his hand over my pelvic bone to seek out my clit with his thumb, lightly stroking it while he cranes his hips to fuck me at the same time. “It’s too much!”

“I know,” he growls, flashing a wolfish smile. “It’s agony to be this close to orgasm, isn’t it? To need more and want it to be over and yet never want the heat to end?”

“Yes,” I whisper, opening my lips for a kiss he doesn’t hesitate in giving me. Our tongues lace together as he slides the pad of his thumb over my hard little bean, filling me with his gorgeous cock over and over. He licks my trembling bottom lip, then shoves his tongue in my mouth, releasing my clit and grabbing onto my hips with both hands to finish me off with strong thrusts. I mouth, I’m cumming, and he nods with a handsome grimace of ecstasy. His cock hardens and fills even more.

This is the moment I love the most.

He’s about to explode.

Suddenly I realize…

“Justin! You’re not protected!”

He frowns and mutters, “Shit. I forgot. Oh God,” he moans, his voice growing thick with the build.

“Keep going but pull out before you do.”

He nods and claims my mouth. The sweet burn keeps building inside of my blood. Everything is on fire and I bite his tongue to stop from screaming as I cum so hard it hurts. He grunts, thrown over the edge, makes the sexiest wince and pulls out, stroking himself while he locks eyes with me. I’ve never watched a man masturbate before, and it’s so sexy I commit it to permanent memory.

For those times when he’s gone.

Justin Cocker, you bastard, how dare you make me want you this badly.

You might be good for sex. No, you’re great for it. And I’ll never forget this. But give you my heart and the whole world would call me a fool.