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Darci was frustrated and in a foul mood by the time she got to her office. It was going to be a long day given the state that Bradley had left her in. She had to force herself to put it out of her mind as she sat at her desk going over the agenda. Sorting through stacks of paperwork, she organized them according to time slot on her calendar. At least her schedule was full enough to keep her mind busy.
With any luck, time would fly by, and she could get home and convince Bradley to take her to bed. She shook her head. It was crazy how far she had come with him in just a few short weeks. She picked up her phone to send him a text, to let him know she was thinking about him.
Hope you’re having a good day
His response was almost immediate.
Thank you, baby.It could be better, but I’ll get through it.
I’m sorry. How do I help?
Darci pulled a file off the top of the stack while she waited for his response. It came just a few minutes later.
Actually, Adara will be calling you soon.
I might have somethingyou can help with.
What could he possibly want her help with? Had word of his involvement in BDSM come out? There hadn’t been anything in the headlines she had browsed this morning. Whatever it was, Darci knew she wouldn’t say no, so she fired off a quick response.
Of course!
Gotta run baby. I miss you.
His last message made her smile. Even after last night and this morning, she missed him too and was enjoying the game they were playing.
Memories of the previous evening flooded her again, and with them, a fresh wave of need washed over her. So much for putting it out of her mind. Hopefully he would give her some relief when they got home tonight.
Most of the morning was spent on the phone, but Bradley was always in the back of her mind. By the time Adara called to see if she could be in Bradley’s office at three o’clock, she was cranky with need.
The security team drove her to the Hart building, and she got there right on time. Bradley was running behind schedule, so Adara let her into his office to wait. The mere thought of seeing him made her ache all over again. She hoped he didn’t keep this denial game going too much longer. Could she talk him into locking the office door for a few minutes? The thought brought on a strong blush.
At three-fifteen, the door to his office opened, and Bradley walked in followed by two more people. She cursed him for bringing other people to this meeting. Bradley gave her a seductive smile before he turned to his companions. Their game was still in full swing.
“Darci, this is Charlie Cooper, the senator's head speech writer, and this is Sandra Brown, his press secretary.” He explained to them that she worked for the ACSL.
Turning back to her he said, “What we’re about to talk about doesn’t leave this room. You know nothing. This meeting never happened.” Darci’s eyes grew wide, but she nodded. He then launched into an explanation of the bill Atleigh wanted to propose, and Darci played along as if she was hearing it for the first time.
“None of us are on board with this idea, but we can’t talk the senator out of it. What we would like from you, is a direction to point the researchers in. Something they can stumble upon themselves that will lead them to the conclusion that this is not a good idea. If they present that to the senator, he might listen to them.”
“Clever. I’ll be honest, I’m not keen on helping the man, but I do want to help you, Bradley. I’ll gladly do what I can to keep this bill from ever happening, so let’s see what we can come up with.” They spent the next half hour brainstorming, but Darci was having a challenging time paying attention. To her relief, it wasn’t long before Sandra and Charlie said their goodbyes and headed to their own offices.
“You seem distracted today, baby,” Bradley said with a grin, as he crossed the room to her.
“Can’t imagine why that is,” Darci grumbled. When he laughed, she had to fight the urge to stick her tongue out at him lest he decide the office was a private enough place to spank her. He took her face in his hands and kissed her long and deep. She groaned as his kiss sent sparks straight to the ache that had been growing stronger all day.
“I bet your panties are wet for me, aren’t they?” he asked when he pulled his mouth from hers.
Heat flooded her face and moisture gathered between her thighs, but she didn’t say anything.
“I asked you a question, pet.” His tone was serious and his eyes dark. Words wouldn’t come, so she just nodded. He pulled her closer to him and slipped his hand beneath her dress. His fingers fluttered over the lace of her panties, and she gasped.
“I like making you wet for me,” he whispered in her ear as he slipped a finger inside her panties and found her clit.
She groaned and whimpered, “please,” as he ran his finger through the slick folds.
Ignoring her pleas, he offered a wicked grin and pulled his hand out from under her dress.
“I’ll see you at home, baby.” Winking, he pecked her cheek with a quick kiss before walking back to his desk. Everything in her wanted to beg him for an orgasm, but she had a feeling he wasn’t ready to say yes yet, so she left before she risked an office spanking.
