This was the most intense assignment of their careers…and they were both sleeping with the enemy…sleeping with each other. Lead media liaisons for two viciously opposing political candidates. How they would maintain their anonymity, they had no idea, but the heat between them emanated from somewhere deep, and foreboding.
He slid her conservative sheath dress over her thighs, and onto her hips…just enough to allow him to grip her ass in his strong hands; possessing her body. She loathed and lusted after this sensation of being the object of his desire. The dissonance…the dichotomy… made her body clench in ways that begged him for more. He reciprocated, so determined to make her succumb, and so earnest to please her; to control her orgasm with his essence. He was so enamored by her, by her relentlessness to achieve and lead. She was at odds with everything he considered attractive and appropriate, but oh how he wanted her.
Raising her to him, he pressed her back into the wall and thrust into her, feeling her inner walls clench his rigid member. If anyone caught them here, in this dark supply closet at a very public debate, their careers would be over, and their clients’ rivalry would be cast into ridicule. How can men be entrusted with high office and lack the ability to maintain the loyalty of their most prominent team members? This alliance was doomed. But perhaps that was the exhilaration they both craved in this overly politically correct, charade, of government process.
Her nipples hardened against his chest. She could hardly contain her screams. He filled her, stretched her, and her body craved more. As if he could sense her coming apart in his hands, he pressed into her more firmly, held her to him with one arm, and reached to place one hand over her throat. She could barely breath, her screams were stifled. He pounded faster, and faster, maintaining pressure on her neck. Suddenly, he tilted his head down and bit her nipple through her dress. She lost control. On the brink of losing consciousness, she released, soaking him in her desire. He barely slowed himself, pulsing into her until she hung limply onto his shoulders, and came as her body milked his, as if it were only natural.
He lowered her with a kiss. Her knees were still weak. Clothes disheveled, ties and cuffs undone, they had mere moments to make themselves presentable before they returned to their stations. These minutes felt like hours, and walking into the light of day felt surreal after such risqué encounters. In these moments, they did not feel like bitter rivals, but perfect complements. Perhaps this was a lesson they could draw from these dark places.
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