Player (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)(142)

I’m feeling flustered, and out of my element, and mad at myself for not going up there and being strong; “I know, I’m sorry, Donald.”

“I give you a script for a reason, you know; stick to it.”

I groan; “I know, I know, it’s just- I mean, I’m doing this because I have ideas, and visions, and projects that are important to me that I really want to make part of my platform in all of this. And I feel like if I ignore those things-”

“If you ignore those things, you’ve got a shot at being elected.” Donald snaps at me.

“Well then what’s the point? What about fighting for what you believe in? What about having passion for things that matter?”

He sighs; “To get elected, Reagan. If that’s not your goal, than you may be wasting your money with me.” He takes off his glasses and looks at me sharply as he cleans them with his tie; “You do want to actually get elected, right?” I nod quietly. “Good, then keep your fluffy daydream ideas inside and stick to the damn script.”



P R E S E N T



I giggle as I push back against him, feeling his lips brush against the back of my neck and send shivers down my spine; “We need to stop this, I’m about to go on stage you know.” I bite my lip, wondering if that sounded even remotely more convincing to him than it did to me.

“Stop what?” He growls into my ear, and I gasp as I feel his fingers slide up the inside of my thigh, under my relatively conservative knee-length skirt. I gasp as he finds what I know he was looking for, his fingers sliding over the gusset of my panties and only making me press back against him even more.

“Mmm…that. Stop that.” I murmur, my eyes closing as he touches me there.

“What, this?” His fingers slip under the seam of my panties and slide through my wetness. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth as I reach back behind me to the hardness in his pants, and I begin to stroke his length. “That’s not exactly doing much for your case here, Senator,” He whispers huskily into my ear.

“Fine.” I grin as I hear him groan as I take my hand away from him, but suddenly I’m gasping as his other hand suddenly hikes my skirt all the way up to my waist behind me. Before I can even turn around, his hand is yanking my panties down over my thighs; “Don’t even think about it!” And I squirm to try and stop him, but not really all that hard.

“Too late,” he says with a sly grin against my skin, as he pushes my panties down further until they drop down my legs to my heels.

Welcome to a typical Thursday afternoon with Reagan and Hudson; sneaking around like we’re teenagers and fucking every chance we get; even when that chance is a chancing it in itself. We’re about to go out on stage to sit for this panel-type discussion with a news anchor about my platform and about me being the “fresh young face of politics” or something like that. Hudson’s going to be out there too actually, due to his association with Archer Holdings, and while he resisted at first, I managed to convince him.

…Ok, so maybe I convinced him while I was fucking him, but that doesn’t make me any less of an amazing negotiator.

Suddenly, I can feel him doing something behind me with his hand, as I hear a familiar sound, my eyes go wide; “Hudson!” I can feel it then, his bare, naked cock pressing hotly against the skin of my ass cheeks. “What the fuck are you doing?” I hiss, peeking out from behind the curtain we’re hiding behind to glance out at the stage and seeing that they’re just about set up. He pushes the head of his cock down between my legs, and I’m suddenly moaning quietly as I feel him slide it across my opening; “Hudson, don’t even thi- oooh.” He growls into my ear as he pushes half of his length inside of me, and I can feel my knees go week as I ease back against him.

“Oh, did you mean don’t even think about this?” He chuckles as he pushes his hips forward, sliding deeper into me.

“Reagan!”

Fuck. Erika is on stage, shielding her eyes from the lights and looking around the empty auditorium for me. With a moan, I’m pulling myself away from Hudson and pushing him back as I try and catch my breath; “Put that away!” I say with a giggle, eyeing his cock which is sticking out from his pants still glistening from me.

He shrugs and grins at me; “Why?”

“You’re incorrigible!” I roll my eyes at him before I see that he’s holding my panties on the end of one of his fingers; “Give me my panties.”

“Oh, these?” With a smirk, he closes his hand around them and slides them into his jacket pocket.