Carter was kneeling in front of her, his face bright like he’d just won first place at the science fair. He wasn’t too shabby with the female anatomy, that was for sure. And she’d kept her word, giving him her name afterward. But this wasn’t about praise, and it wasn’t about thinking she could really use some ladyhead like that again in the future. It was about cracking Carter Cox wide open, or maybe prying him open, making him feel every fraction of an inch she was taking from him because she could, because she was in control here.

Which meant she should get this show on the road. If Carter’s appearance when he showed up was any indication, he was pulling long days at the office, and he’d likely be at the office over the weekend too. Advocating for stealing funding from people who needed it the most, probably in the process of writing some paper about how HUD shouldn’t even exist. And the worst part was, she wouldn’t be able to tell him he was flat out 100% wrong. Ninety-five percent wrong? Yes. But that last five percent really fucked with her head. Why did he have to be so smart? And so damn good at cunnilingus?

It was unfortunate he’d probably freak when she told him what she had planned next, because not only did she want his ass for lesson-teaching purposes but also because she’d caught the outline of his cock that was getting hard in his trousers, and she wanted to jack him while she reamed his ass. Make him come all over her hand while she asked how it felt to get fucked.

At least now she’d have more details to add to her fantasies. She swallowed a hint of bitter regret at the back of her tongue that whatever came next, this would be her last night with Carter Cox. It was all well and good that Cooper and her wife had figured out how to be together, but it sounded like though they disagreed on a lot of things that they fundamentally respected each other, and she couldn’t say that about the card-carrying Republican on his knees before her.

“Now that I’ve had mine, it’s your turn. I want to fuck your ass.”

* * *

Holy—what—he—oh, hell.

She wanted to…Paige, that was her name…that’s what she’d said, that’s what he’d earned, and she, Paige, wanted to what?

“What?” In his ears, it sounded like an echo, because the word was bouncing around his brain, trying to find an answer. What?

“I said I wanted to fuck your ass, and while I do you’re going to come in my hand as I jerk you off. Are you game or not? You really do need to get better at this whole responding in a reasonable and punctual fashion, you know.”

Yeah, he knew that. Could sometimes spend minutes agonizing over what to say which was why he was better on paper than he was in person. Also why he always made Jamie call the good Thai place because they didn’t have any way to order online.

But pad see ew and som tam were beside the point. Paige was telling him she wanted to fuck him. Which…yeah, one of his girlfriends had been a little into ass play, but that was like slicking a finger over his hole while she was going down on him, or maybe if she was feeling really frisky, sliding a finger inside while they were having sex. It had felt good, but… He’d apparently been playing at the Tee-Ball level of butt stuff, and Paige was talking major league.

Thing was, he wasn’t put off. He liked a girl who knew what she wanted and more so, directly asked him to give it to her. When he’d had a taste of it, it was good. But would it be like wasabi where pretty much all you wanted was a tiny bit to give the main dish flavor? It was possible he should stop eating so much takeout if he was going to think about a condiment for sushi at a time like this.

Focus, Cox. Paige wants to fuck you. And not like ride you like a lawnmower either. Like fuck your ass. You should maybe have an opinion about that.

For all that he wasn’t sure, he was curious. And what would be the worst thing that could happen? He knew where she lived, he knew her first name, she belonged to his gym. It wasn’t like she was going to assault him. She was asking permission for heaven’s sake. Well, sort of. She was telling him what she wanted, and he could either give his consent or withhold it.

“Uh, okay.”

Again, Paige got that vaguely surprised look, her blue eyes widening as if to take everything in, to make sure she’d gotten it right. Then just as suddenly, she righted the USS Paige and stood up, offering him a hand up off the floor.

“Then let’s go.”

* * *

Here he was, naked and on his hands and knees in her bed, head bowed, his perfect ass just waiting for her to grab, to pull him in, for her to push into him. Having Carter here, like this… Some of her anger ebbed. She was still really fucking angry, and still loathed everything he stood for and how he’d failed to stand up for her but was completely willing to get into bed with her now, but he’d bared himself, was offering his body up to her. As much as she would like to—in theory—make him sorry for everything he’d worked for, everything he believed, and for not saying a goddamn word when that shitstain had insulted her…she couldn’t quite do it. Especially because he was so obviously tense.

Pegging had never been something she’d done out of anger or to subjugate the man she was doing it with. It had always been this act of incredible intimacy and trust, of a man letting her do something he’d probably been taught wasn’t okay. She’d wanted to please them, to make them feel good, at the same time as she enjoyed being in a position she so often wasn’t permitted. She liked the power, she liked being the one to penetrate for a change, she liked how fucking wrecked most of them were by it. Giving that bones-turning-to-Jell-o pleasure was a high she hadn’t been able to replicate with anything else, and she didn’t take the responsibility lightly.

So instead of thrusting the cock between his cheeks and taking his hole, she laid a hand on his hip and held him there, stroking a thumb over his skin.

“Carter.” His name on her lips lent him even more humanity. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. You’ve gotta loosen up though, or this isn’t going to work. You don’t have to do this, you know. If it’s too much…”

Paige had given him the option, but she didn’t actually want him to get up and tug his work-bedraggled clothes back on and walk out the door. She wanted him and the corded muscles of his back, that spot of thinning hair at the top of his head that somehow rendered him even more vulnerable. She wanted this man who was so intelligent and yet used his smarts for evil instead of good, who made her feel as though she was sacrificing some of her ideals because she found him so irresistible.

“It’s not. Too much. It’s just…I’ve never done this before.”

“Gotten pegged or had sex with a Democrat?”

His laugh was choked but loud, and she felt a flicker of pleasure that she’d made him give up an honest reaction. It was in moments like this when the anger all drained away and she could just see him as a man that she was attracted to. “Either one.”

She snickered at his quick response, and squeezed his hip, nudging at his crack with the dildo, which made him shudder.

“Well, I’ve fucked a lot of dudes, and not one of them has been a Republican. Which is probably better for you than the other way around.”

Paige gripped the other side of his perfect ass, and slid the lubed-up phallus in between his cheeks. Carter’s head dropped down, making his neck long and his shoulders heave, but he also pressed back against her, rocked his hips like he wanted more. She very much wanted to give him more.

“Yeah. Yes. I want. Paige, please.”

She’d had ideas about him before, of course, had pictured this very moment more than once with her hand buried in her underwear, stroking herself off, but this felt different than she’d imagined. Harder to maintain her righteous anger and the burn of embarrassment from earlier. She actually kind of liked Carter with his bumbling attempts at a compliment and trying to make this more date-like—almost like someone had told him not to show up empty-handed?—but she hated that she did. She should know better. He’d proven earlier he wasn’t a good man.

Still, she didn’t push right inside of him, but instead she worked him open with first a finger, and then two. Hot and slick with lube, plus the way his body shuddered as he tried to keep his breath measured while she prepared him…so goddamn sexy.

Though the turned on part of her was shouting louder than the angry part, she couldn’t bring herself to give him three fingers because it seemed too kind, too indulgent for a man who likely only thought of people precisely like himself as human. Which was also probably why she didn’t exactly take her time. This wasn’t sensual love-making, she wasn’t trying to seduce him or keep him as her lover. She wasn’t trying to date the man, for god’s sake. She wanted to fuck him, and fuck him she would. As soon as she was sure he could take it because she wouldn’t be a monster.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Carter. I’ll go slow, but you’ve got to tell me if it’s too much. You can do it, you just need to give in to me, okay? I know you can.”

His head dipped a few times in a nod, and she was glad she couldn’t see his face. Those big, brown, puppy-dog eyes were killer, made her feel, god, tenderness toward this person who wanted to destroy her life’s work. Not today, Satan.

She pressed the tip of the dildo to his hole and told him to relax before she pushed harder. Stopped when he gasped after she’d worked in the head. “It’ll be easier now. That’s the hardest part. The rest is more fun.”

* * *

More fun? He didn’t think he could handle more fun. No, fun wasn’t quite the right word. It hurt some, and he couldn’t say it felt good exactly. It was really…intense. Having Paige work the strap-on inside him had been a test of sorts. Of what he was willing to give, what he was willing to take. He hadn’t been afraid though, not with her gentle coaxing, and knowing what she was doing, but it was still a lot to process. And it’s not like he could talk to Jamie about this. Which was too frigging bad, because if Jamie wasn’t letting Anna peg him, he was missing out.

Carter on the other hand, was not missing a damn thing. Paige was pressing inside him a little before pulling out a touch, and then sliding in further. It was easier to take now, and the pain was settling into something less sharp, more of a tender throb that made every movement resonate inside him. Made his stomach muscles contract, his balls ache, and his dick, god, his dick was so full he could practically feel his pulse beating in it.

Paige kept talking to him, and though he tried to listen, all he could process was her tone and how it matched her sweet but confident touch, the way she held his hip as if to both steady him and keep him still. Having her inside of him was dizzying. Between that and every spare drop of blood in his body having made a break for his dick, it was remarkable he hadn’t passed out. But he wouldn’t because he wanted to remember this forever. The measured and steady way she took him, how she showed him how to enjoy this part of his body he’d never really considered as having potential for pleasure.

It was surprising but also satisfying to feel her hips and the harness of the strap-on collide with his ass. He’d done it. Taken what she wanted to give, and he’d enjoyed it in a stunned way. And there was Paige, her words coming back into focus.

“That’s good. Let me in. I’m going to move faster now, harder.”

Suddenly Paige’s other hand was circling his pelvis to grip his cock.

“Yes. I—”

“What? What do you want? To get fucked? You think that’s going to feel good?”

Her voice had taken on an edge that he’d caught a bit of before, but he wasn’t going to worry about it. Paige wasn’t going to hurt him. She wouldn’t. Not just because he could easily identify her, but because…she seemed like a good person. Which was a weird thought given their limited interactions, but she’d been kind when he’d been afraid, and hadn’t tried to do anything he wasn’t okay with.

That edge to her voice was nothing. That was what he tried to convince himself of. Because he had to believe on some level in the basic goodness of people if he wanted to set them all loose on this earth.

“I trust you, Paige.”

There was a sharp intake of breath from behind him, and a pause in the motion of her hips. But as soon as he’d noticed it, it was gone again, replaced by a brusque smack on the side of his ass and a stroking motion of the hand wrapped around his erection.

Then, then Paige was fucking him and it was marvelous. Having her literally inside of him, feeling filled up with her cock and the rocking friction on his prostate was brain-melting. So unlike anything he’d ever felt that it stole his breath, and he was panting to get it back, but also pushing back against her because he wanted more.

At some point, she moved her grip from his hip to his shoulder and leaned down far enough to kiss him between his shoulder blades with an open mouth, wet and lush on his spine. It was tender and possessive but also filthy as sin. Made his nervous system go haywire with all the sensory input, but the one thing he knew was that this woman had him, inside and out. How she’d handled him through this act he’d never thought to indulge in—which, yes, he now saw as an indulgence—was incredible. She was incredible.

He pictured her draped over him, her red lips parted to lick and suck at his skin while she bucked her hips against his ass and jerked his cock, and that’s when he lost it, spilling in her hand just like she said he would.