Jenna lay in the Mayor’s big bed, watching his strong hand stroke over her belly.
“How’s Jack?” he asked, dipping a finger into her navel.
“His wife’s pregnant again.”
He laughed, “That could be a bit of an obstacle to true love!”
She scowled at him as his finger trailed down to the edge of her panties.
“Have you fucked my son lately?” he asked calmly, avidly watching his own finger dip beneath the elastic of her tiny cotton panties and licking his lips.
“No! Of course not,” and she was telling the truth.
“So the only guy you’re fucking is me?” he said, slipping his finger over her clit and looking up at her.
Oh my God, he was right. How had that happened?
“Don’t get too big headed,” she said, “It’s a temporary aberration.”
But she had a horrible feeling it wasn’t, as he pulled her panties to one side and his hot tongue joined his finger. He was such a good lay she didn’t really need anyone else. Even Jack had begun to lose his attraction, she realised with horror.
His clever tongue worked magic as her brain tried to grapple with this new awareness. She pushed his head away.
“I have to go,” she said, getting up off the bed.
“What? Now?” he asked with surprise, lips glistening with her juices. “We haven’t even fucked yet!”
And that was precisely why she had to go. He was not the one-woman type, and she had left herself wide open without even realising. All he cared about was the sex and she had a growing feeling she wanted more.
***
She stayed away from him for five whole days and it was agony. She could have called Jake to help soothe her in his own sweet way but she didn’t want Jake. She wanted the Mayor. And not just for his relentless hard-ons either.
Five days into her self-imposed drought, Jack sent her to the tennis club to cover the visit of some semi famous professional. She knew the Mayor would be there, but she could hardly refuse to go.
All eyes apart from hers were on the minor celebrity. Her eyes were fixed on the Mayor and the way he grinned to himself every time one more sycophant shook the celerity’s hand a little too enthusiastically. Normally, they would laugh about that in bed together afterwards. She felt sick.
She was hovering by the buffet when someone loomed up behind her, placed a firm hand on her waist and whispered in her ear, “Are you avoiding me?”
Her whole body instantly responded to the sound of his deep voice.
“Yes,” she croaked.
“My cock's badly in need of some attention,” he growled, pushing his groin against her ass.
She pulled away from him. “You are so crude,” she muttered, reaching for a piece of bruschetta.
“It never bothered you before.”
“Well it does now,” she said through gritted teeth.
Then suddenly, he grabbed hold of her arm. The baby tomato balancing on the bruschetta wobbled and dropped to the floor as she was pulled to an alcove, and his big body pushed her against the wall.
“What the hell?” she had time to say before his mouth descended on hers. He kissed her more tenderly than she was expecting. His tongue slowly exploring her mouth, drawing a reluctant groan from her throat. When he came up for air he rested his forehead on hers, breathing heavily.
He ran a calloused thumb along her bottom lip and grinned wolfishly. It was that smile that never failed to make her groin fizz. She held his face with her hands and before she could stop herself said, “I love you.”
“Ah,” he said, still smiling, “I was wondering what the problem was.”
She could feel his hard cock pressing against her in its usual insistent way and she closed her eyes, wishing she could take back the words.
“Jenna,” he sighed, and dipped his head to suck gently on her neck. She could feel her traitorous nipples peaking into hardened buds, as his erection stiffened even further. His hand dipped into the back of her pants and squeezed. She rubbed her aching pussy against his hard bulge. She just couldn’t help herself.
His fingers closed over a nipple and caressed her through the thin cotton of her shirt. She grabbed his biceps and ground against him, swallowing her moans. He kissed her again, this time taking her mouth with a ferocious force. She clung to him, little whimpers escaping from her throat.
“Fuck,” he gasped. He pulled his mouth from hers and taking hold of her face, fixed her with serious grey eyes. “I am more than happy to take you on, Jenna,” he said slowly and with conviction.
She gazed back at him, dazed.
“Now lets go home before I get arrested for indecent exposure," he added with a grin.
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