Hudson
P R E S E N T
“Oh my God, you’re terrible!” I grin as she squirms in my arms, fighting but not really fighting me as I kiss up the side of her neck.
“Hudson!” She hisses, before a low moan escapes her lips and she closes her eyes as I nibble at her earlobe. “I’m on stage for the speech in like ten minutes!” She moans again, her hands running up my arms and clutching at my shoulders.
“We should really start timing these shenanigans for when I’m not about to walk in front of a bunch of TV cameras looking like I just rolled around in bed with someone.”
In fairness, we do this other than when she’s about to walk out for a speech or a debate or something too, all the fucking time in fact. But the fact that I want her all the time, and the fact that neither of us can keep our hands off each other means that here we are in situations just like this with my hand creeping up under her blouse, and her hand stroking my cock through my pants.
“Yeah, but you love our shenanigans.” I growl into her ear, making her giggle before my fingers on her nipple makes her gasp.
“Well, yeah, but - oh fuck, right there.” I grin as my lips center around that magic switch of a spot I’ve found at the base of her neck, right where it slopes into her collarbone. Her hand starts to fumble at my belt-buckle, and then she’s pushing her hand inside and wrapping her fingers around my cock.
“Hell of a protest you’re putting on here, Red.” I groan into her neck, letting my own hand slip down to her skirt. I slide my hand up under it, and suddenly pull away to stare at her with shocked amusement. “Is little Miss Reagan Archer not wearing panties?”
She blushes, but it’s more of a hungry look than anything embarrassed. “I want you in the car ride home, after,” she purrs quietly in a way that makes my cock throb in her hand. “I thought I’d make that easier.”
“Jesus who are you, woman, and what have you done with sweet little Reagan?” I grin, moving down to kiss her as I slide my fingers into her wetness.
“I think it’s what you do to sweet little Reagan,” she husks sexily into my mouth, and I growl.
I push her back against the desk, sliding her up onto it and pushing between her thighs. She’s moaning and pulling my cock out of my fly, and I’m teasing against her opening.
We’re kissing and gasping, and so into the moment that neither of us hear the door to her prep-room open, and it’s not until we hear it slam and Donald’s bellowing yell that we spring apart like we’ve just been shocked with a current.
Reagan’s sliding off the desk and smoothing her skirt, her face bright red, and I’m stuffing my cock into my pants as I look at fucking Donald over my shoulder.
“Oh now this is fucking perfect isn’t it!” His face is bright red and puffing mad, and as I turn around to face him, he narrows his eyes at me. “Yeah, we’ve got big trouble now, Hudson.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Reagan
P R E S E N T
There’s a ringing in my ears as I look around the room in slow-motion; like in the movies after some kind of explosions. But I suppose you could say a bomb has just gone off here too.
Donald is sputtering something, and slowly, as the pulsing ring in my ears dies away, his shrieking words hit me.
“Oh now this is fucking perfect now isn’t it?” His face is contorted as he shakes his head, wagging his finger at me like I’m some misbehaving child. “First you go off script, and then you’re back here slumming it with this piece of trash! You’re going to ruin this whole thing for me, Reagan!”
I narrow my eyes at him. “For you, Donald? I’m sorry, remind me who’s campaign-”
“Oh, save it, honey. Do you know how many hands of trust fund brats I’ve held through first round elections? You think you’re special just because you’re playing kissy-face with this washout?”
Hudson’s face goes dark, but Donald barrels right along. “I set things up with Chet, who tests very well with our voter base, and you’re going to ruin that with this schmuck! Jesus Christ, Reagan, why can’t you just follow the plans I fucking tell you to follow?!”
“Maybe because you work for her, and maybe because your plans suck, that’s why.” Hudson growls, taking a step towards him.
Donald fumes as he whirls on Hudson. “You stay the hell out of this! I don’t need one of William Archer’s stupid little fucking pet projects stepping on my toes here. He should have left you in whatever third world pocket he found you in and let you rot. Hell, he should have stayed there himself.”