Sinner (Shelter Harbor #1)(234)

“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 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.

“Hudson!” I hiss, my face growing red. “I’m serio-”

“Reagan!”

Hudson’s cocky grin is plastered across his face as he gestures towards the stage and to Erika’s shrieking voice. “We better get out there, Senator.”



I’m still buzzing electrically from Hudson’s teasing while I smile at the woman sitting across from us. It’s Hudson and I sitting at one desk, and her at the other, at sort of angles to each other so that we can both also face the small assembled crowds and the live cameras.

Yeah, live televisions with loose cannon Hudson Banks and a lingering sexual high still teasing my body from him. What could possibly go wrong in this scenario?

“Well, Amy,” I’m saying. “Politics don’t exactly run in my family, but doing good does. You see, my Father-”

“Now, forgive me for interrupting Ms. Archer, but Archer Holdings is, or at least was a major player in the international firearms market, was it not?”

Well, this question had to come up sooner or later, and I’m prepared. “It was, Amy, but that was a long time ago. My Dad and a lot of very good friends of his, including Mr. Banks here, did a lot to change that.”

“And Mr. Banks here is involved in your campaign?”

“Oh I think I can take this one Amy, if you don’t mind.” He’s flashing that criminally charming smile at her, and I can see her cheeks flushing a little, even through all the lights and the makeup. Yeah, welcome to my world, honey.

“I’m affiliated with Ms. Archer’s campaign, but only so much in that I consider myself a strong supporter of her platform.”