Thief: A Bad Boy Romance (39 page)

He grins as he tears it open and start to roll it down over his impressive size. “With the prospect of you dropping those hang-ups of yours and letting me do exactly this?” He leans in and kisses me, hard.

“
Fuck
yes,” he growls as he pulls away. “Of course I was carrying one around.”

I moan as he moves back against me, sliding the head of his thick cock up and down my lips and making me tremble as I grab him by the tuxedo shirt still hanging off his shoulders. I’m sprawled out across the desk, my skirt around my waist, my breasts spilling out and my hair fanned loose and wild around my face. I just don’t care. I feel wild and unhinged; free and crazy and
ready
for this.

I’m ready for
him
.

He starts to slide inside, and I cry out, just like I did the first time. He rocks all the way in, driving
deep
inside and making me feel so full and making me gasp as I rake my fingers down his chest. He groans and pulls out before diving back in, his hands grabbing my ass and rocking against me as he slides in.

Doing this with him is like a drug, and I
need
it. I’ve needed it and needed to feel him inside me again ever since that first time in the dark strange room. I’ve needed to feel him drive in like he
needs
me ever since that night, and needed to see the way he looks at me when he does it like I’m the most incredible thing he’s ever seen.

Just like he’s doing now.

“We’re going to get caught,” I moan out as he fucks me, my head falling back against the desk and my hands clutching at his shirt as he pounds into me, driving deep with determined strokes.

“No we’re not.”

“We could,” I gasp out, feeling my body start to seize up as he fucks me right towards that sweet release.

Hunter slides his knee up on the desk and eases us back until he’s leaning right over me, never stopping in his thrusts as he leans into my ear. “And I bet that turns you on even more, doesn’t it?”

I whimper, feeling his shaft drag across my clit with every thrust.

“
Doesn’t
it?”

“
Yes!
” I cry out, feeling the last shreds of my sanity start to shatter around me.

I can hear him smirk into my ear, “
Dirty girl.
”

And that does it.

I moan loudly, so much louder than I should, as I feel him drive deep inside, and then I’m crashing right over the edge. Hunter rocks in deep, and I let go, feeling my body go to pieces around him. His cock
throbs
deep inside me as he roars and lets go with me. Right there on top of the Oval Office desk, with my skirt around my waist and my pearls cascading across my neck, with the last man on Earth I should be with buried deep inside of me, we both
let go.

H
oly shit
.

We’re still panting, and grinning at each other. My mind is still flying through fucking space, but I do know one thing: fucking Maddie is like putting myself back together.

I’ve fucked a hundred girls, but it’s never…it’s just never
clicked
like that. It’s fucking perfect.
We’re
perfect; a perfect fit like her pussy was
made
for my cock. Like she was made for
me.

In the afterglow of it, she’s lying there, panting like a perfect,
impossibly sexy
hot mess. She’s gorgeous and tousled, stretched out across the Resolute desk with her chest rising and falling in a slowing rhythm. The creamy swells of her breasts heave as she catches her breath and I’m still buried inside of her, her pussy  clenching me tightly with every beat of her heart.

I’m still rock fucking hard. This girl’s already made me come twice in a row and I could still fuck her again right now.

But she sits up, and suddenly she’s all business as her eyes dart quickly to the door, then back to me.

“We need to get out of here.”

I grin and lean in to kiss her neck. “Relax, I’ll hear if anyone is coming.”

“Oh, like at the museum?” she says sharply.

I roll my eyes. “That was different,” I say, stepping away from her. She’s already fastening her bra and hiding those glorious tits away from me, which makes me frown as I start to pull the condom off.

Maddie looks at me in panic. “Wait, where are you going to put that?” Her voice is high pitched and jittery; I frown at her.

“I thought I’d put it inside the folder over there for the new healthcare bill, what do you think?”

She purses her lips together.  “This isn’t a joke.”

“I’m not laughing.”

“Um,
yes
, you are,” she says, buttoning her shirt back up and shooting me this
look
. “You’re still joking about this.”

I frown at her as I start to button my own. “No, I’m just not
freaking out
.”

Her eyes blaze. “I am
not
‘freaking o—’”

“Yeah, you are, doll.” I sigh as I start to tuck the tails of my shirt back into my pants. “Relax, no one’s going to know you just got the fucking of your life on your mom’s big important desk.”

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.

H
ours 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.

Holy shit, she’s being serious.

That’s when the other shoe drops: Hunter has a girlfriend, and that hot, dirty sex I just had with him just got a whole lot dirtier, and
not
in a good way. It’s more in the ‘I’m the other woman’ kind of way; in the
cheating
way.

That
fucking
asshole. What was I, the side piece? The girl he couldn’t have so he took anyways?

“I’d call it being pissed at being played into being your little side dish.”

“Where do you get these terms, by the way?”

I want to
hit
myself for falling or his bullshit charm and his cocky, cavalier,
bad boy
attitude. I want to hit myself for swallowing all those outright
lies
of his.

That’s not the only thing you swallowed
.

My face burns in shame at the little voice in my head.

“Madame President, your cabinet meeting starts in fifteen minutes,” one of my mother’s security detail says quietly, leaning forward from behind her.

She turns and makes a face at Anya, “Oh, dear, I lost track of time.”

“Oh, that’s
fine
, Eleanor, I’ll be in town all week!” She tosses her hair back, “Well, maybe a bit longer, actually.”

Eleanor? Oh fuck off
, I growl to myself, feeling my hands tighten into fists at my side.

Anya turns and smiles this big plastic smile at me. “
Lovely
to meet you, hon.”

“Charmed,” I say sweetly, forcing the same plastic-y grin to my face that slowly drops into a grimace as a Secret Service agent escorts her away.

Suddenly, the agents around us stiffen, their fingers all on their earpieces. One of them suddenly mutters “code nine,” and they all reach for their guns. And my heart jumps up into my throat.

“Ma’am, I need you to come with us,” one of them says evenly, his face stern and frozen as he addresses my mother. “Both of you, if you would.”

My mother scowls. “Oh what is it?”

“Security threat in your office, ma’am.”

She rolls her eyes. “Is it ticking? Covered with white powder?”

“Ma’am, I’m not at liberty to—”

My mother sighs, “Oh, give me that,” she holds her hand out and, with a quick dart of his eyes to the other agents, the man hands her his side radio.

“This is President Adams,” she says authoritatively into the radio. “What exactly is in my office?”

She frowns as the earpiece she holds to her ear squawks, and then she’s rolling her eyes and pursing her lips.

“We’re fine,” she says, raising her brow to the other agents. “Let’s get to that cabinet meeting, shall we?”

I frown. “Mom?”

“Oh,” my mother’s cheeks flush a little as she makes a dismissive gesture with her hand. “I appears your stepbrother and his lady friend…” She trails off and chuckles. “It appears I need to talk with him about what’s
appropriate
behavior in this place, and
where
.”

“Huh?”

My mother’s shakes her head and purses her lips. “Apparently the Service just found a pair of Ms. Carle’s, well,
undergarments
in my damn office.”

Oh my God.

She wants to talk with Hunter about “what’s appropriate”? What’s
appropriate?
Because what the two of us just did in that office is most certainly
not
appropriate, and now my
panties
are in Federal custody. My fucking ripped
thong
is probably now in an anti-terror evidence lab being analyzed by the Goddamn CIA or something.

Yeah, we left
appropriate
behind a long freaking time ago, and we are now officially in free fall.