Thief: A Bad Boy Romance (38 page)

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

I
do
growl then, as I pull her squirming body tight against me, loving the way she gasps feeling my cock
throb
in my pants.

“I said
no,
princess,” I husk out.

And —God help me — she
whimpers
.

It’s not loud, and it’s actually barely indistinguishable from a whispered gasp, but I
know
what it is when I hear it.

That’s the straw that breaks this camel’s back.

Her mouth is as eager as mine as I crush my lips to hers, pushing her back against the closed door behind her, growling into the kiss. She moans, her hands clutching at me and grappling at my shirt as I hold her face in my hands and kiss her hard enough to bruise.

I want this girl,
now
. I want
all
of her, right now, come hell or whatever consequences. Because I’m through teasing, and I’m through with the games. I’m through with anything that isn’t feeling her slide onto my cock and listening to her cry out when she comes for me.

I grab the door handle behind us, twisting it open, falling inside with her still desperately kissing me.

And it’s only when we tumble inside the room that we suddenly freeze and then away from each other in shock.

“Um—”

We’re in the Oval Office.

I don’t know how I managed to not realize where the fuck we were when I bumped into her in the hallway, but we’ve just fallen through the small side door right into the middle of the most famous office on the planet.

It’s empty, of course, seeing as Eleanor is actually up in New York meeting with the U.N. General Assembly, but there’s still a sense of power and authority here.

Yeah, you know what?
Fuck it.

I grab her and pull her back against me as I kiss her, pushing her back until her ass bumps into the fucking Presidential desk. Like I said, come hell or consequence, I’m not waiting another second to taste this girl; to feel her moan and writhe as I slide every inch of my cock inside of her.

She pulls away from my lips with wide eyes. “Are you
kidding
me?”

I grind my thick erection into her thigh. “You tell me.”

She blushes, her breath catching. “No, I mean,
here?
”

“Princess,” I say, reaching up to cup her jaw in my hand as my eyes flash into hers. “It’s going to take a fucking army to stop me from doing this
right
here,
right now
.”

Her breath comes out in a gasp, and then she’s falling into me as I sear my lips to hers and push her back against the desk.

She’s still wearing one of those ridiculous prim and proper skirt-suits her stylists keep insisting on putting her in for public events, like she’s Jackie O or Nancy Reagan or something. It
shouldn’t
be hot, with that sensible knee-length skirt, those modest pumps, and that damned blouse buttoned up to her fucking chin.

Except fuck-all if it doesn’t get my cock harder than Goddamn iron. And maybe it’s because I
know
what those perfect, soft tits of hers look like underneath that blouse, or because I
know
that the cream-white hose on her legs are actually the sexiest fucking thigh-highs you can imagine, because I know she hates pantyhose.

Or maybe it’s just the lingering memory of being one with her, and that one utterly unforgettable night of letting the fuck go, that I’ll never be able to get out of my head even with a million nights and a million girls.

It doesn’t really matter, because right then, I do what I did that night: I
let the fuck go.

She moans into my lips as my hands tear at her jacket, shoving it off her shoulders and barely getting it down her arms before I’m
tearing
at the buttons of her blouse like some sort of animal.

She’s whimpering
“yes”
as her hands slide over my chest, clawing down to my belt, yanking my shirt fervently from my pants as she tears at the buckle. Her blouse is still tangled at her elbows as I shove her back on the desk, pushing her ass up onto the historic wooden desk where bills and laws have been signed; where heads of State have sat and lived and breathed.

Except none of that shit matters to me right then, because there isn’t a single fucking thing that could break my singular focus of
tasting her
in that moment. Her skirt bunches around her waist, and her legs wrap around mine as she tears my shirt apart at the buttons and then yanks me by the tie into her.

My hand slides up into her dark hair, grabbing her by the nape of her neck and pulling her back sharp enough to make her gasp as my mouth finds her collarbone. My other hand slides between us, and she moans out loud as I find her wet heat, soaking through her panties.

I start to push my pants down over my hips when she pulls back from me, her eyes flashing that same nervousness that just
slays
me every time I see it.

“Wait, Hunter—” Her breath comes panting, her lips red and swollen from our kiss as that look blazes into my eyes. “No fucking.”

I frown, gasping for a breath myself. “What?”

Maddie chews her bottom lip as she looks up so innocently into my face. “No fucking; it’s too…it’s too weird.”

“Fine,” I growl, mashing my lips to hers again, feeling my body roar as she whimpers into my kiss. “But I’m putting my mouth on you.” She nods slowly when she pulls back, her eyes wide and her chest flushed.

She’s sexy as fucking
sin
with her dress pushed up, her blouse tangled on her arms and those damn pearls on. Jesus, I feel like I’ve got fucking Jackie
and
Marilyn laid out for me, and my cock
throbs
as I take the sight in.

I lower my mouth to her neck, nipping at the skin there and teasing my lips over her collarbone and the tops of her breasts. Her black lace bra has a clasp in the front, and I tear it apart,
growling
as her Goddamn
perfect
pillowy tits pop into view. My lips wrap around one of her hard little nipples, my hands running over the softness of her skin and teasing down her belly to the edge of her skirt and panties.

Maddie whimpers when I push her back flat onto the Resolute desk and run my hands lower over her soaking wet panties. I start to yank them down her thighs, but I make the decision to just rip them off in my eagerness, and she gasps when they snap away from her.

She’s open and bare to me, and
fuck
if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Madison Adams, sprawled across the Resolute desk in the Oval Office, with her blouse tangled in her arms, her perfect tits with those swollen pink nipples thrust up to the ceiling, her skirt bunched around her waist, and her legs spread wide for me. Her pussy is wet and pink and glistening as I find myself moving my lips to her belly button, before sliding over to her hip and biting gently at the skin there.

I’m running my fingers up and down her thighs, teasing her and making her purr and whimper as my mouth slips lower, moving over the bunched fabric of her skirt to her thigh before I trail wet kisses down between her legs.

“
Oh, fuck…
” she whimpers as I nip at her thigh and inhale deeply, loving the scent of
her
as it fills my nostrils. I bury my tongue in her heat, growling as I lap at her honey, desperate to taste her and desperate for more.

Maddie cries out, grabbing my hair in her fingers as her hips buck against my mouth. I’m sliding my tongue deep as I taste the honeyed sweetness of her, before I wrap my lips around her clit and let my tongue dance over it. I slide my fingers up to her opening and push two inside, feeling her writhe against me as I curl them up and forward, coaxing them against that sweet spot right inside as I tongue her clit.

I’ve got the
President’s daughter
, my fucking
stepsister
, sprawled out across the desk in the Oval Office with my fingers buried to the hilt inside her pussy and my lips wrapped around her clit as she moans and bucks against me, her hands raking my hair and her cries filling my ears.

We’re off the deep end now. This isn’t just inappropriate anymore, this is a national fucking scandal.

But nothing in the world is going to stop me from tasting her when she comes on my tongue.

And when she does, her whole body
explodes
against me. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, her thighs quiver, and her cry comes choking and gasping as she holds me tight against her slit and coats my tongue with her cream.

And fuck if I don’t want more.

I
’m coming
.

I see stars, my toes curl, and my breath is stuttering in a broken staccato as the wave crashes over me, and I shatter to pieces right there on the desk of the Oval Office. I gasp for air as I gently push Hunter away from me, feeling the tremors roll through me as he stands, grinning at me.

Holy shit
.

And then I’m melting into him as he pulls me up and kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips which somehow only drives me crazier as his hands cup my face. I pull back, grinning up into his face, seeing those piercing blue eyes blazing with heat and fire, and I close my eyes as I lean in to taste those lips again when we both suddenly jerk apart at the sound of
voices
outside the side door to the office.

Oh my God…

“Move!” Hunter is dragging me off the desk and pulling us behind it, with me having barely enough time to grab the jacket to my skirt-suit and kick the torn remains of my panties under the desk as he drags us around it.

“Get under,” he growls, quickly buttoning his shirt up as he stuffs the tails back into his pants, again, looking so
casually
sexy instead of the hot tousled mess I’m sure I look like.

I stare at him, still clutching my blouse shut with one hand. “Are you
insane?!
” I hiss.

“Are
you?
” We both jerk our heads around to the sound of laughter on the other side of the door, and then a hand on the doorknob.

“
Go!
” He says quickly, and before I can think about it any further, I’m scooting underneath the Resolute desk of the Oval Office while Hunter pulls up the chair and slumps down into it.

The door opens.

“Oh, Mr. Ryan?”

Oh my God, Irving.

I can hear Hunter clear his throat before addressing my mother’s press secretary. “Hey, Irving.”

“Mr. Ryan,” Irving’s voice cuts across the office. “Um, what—”

“Am I doing in here?” Hunter chuckles, “Guess I just wanted to test out the seat of power, what can I say?”

I can practically
hear
Irving’s frown and stern look.

“Well, unorthodox, but I suppose you’re fine.”

“Family perks, Irving.”

“Sure.”

Hunter shifts in his seat, and I raise my eyes from my spot under the desk, suddenly realizing I’m eye level with an
extremely
sizable bulge in his pants as he sits there on the Presidential chair.

You’re kidding me…he’s HARD?

But of course he is; of course supremely cocky Hunter Ryan is sporting the world’s biggest erection even when he’s this close to both of us being caught on a catastrophically epic level. Sure, most people — like me — would be utterly terrified by the situation, but not Hunter.

Hunter just leans back in the chair, and I’m positive he’s grinning away at Irving while I sit there beneath the desk with my eyes glues to the massive bulge in his pants.

And right there, something clicks inside of me. It’s a sudden thing, a sudden burst of something wicked and something that I can only attribute to spending entirely too much time around this man. We might be seconds away from being
utterly
screwed, but there’s no denying that right there, in the thrill of it all under that desk, I’m undeniably and horribly
turned on
.

I’m practically naked, with my shirt and bra still undone and hanging off my arms, and my skirt wrinkled and barely covering my bare, panty-less ass. But I’m
wet
; terribly, pulse-poundingly, lip-bitingly
wet
.

And suddenly, the naughtiest idea I’ve ever had sizzles into my head.

“So, are we going to talk about that press conference now or later?” Irving says sternly, his voice cutting across the room.

“I’m a big fan of later-
woah
.”

I grin as Hunter stumbles over his words, his unshakable confidence sitting there at the President’s desk suddenly
very
shaken. I’m grinning because I’m willing to bet good money that the reason for his stumbling is because I’ve just reached up and started to slowly pull his zipper down.

A million thoughts rush through my head as I reach inside and curl my fingers around his thick cock, but the one that stands out amongst the rest is certainly:
ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY
.

The answer is yes. Right there, right then, I
am
fucking crazy. Because right there under that desk, all I can possibly even think of is taking him in my mouth. It’s like I’m suddenly
craving
his dick, which sounds so fucking insane to even think inside my head, but I know it’s true. Somehow, having my clothes torn off and my world rocked by Hunter’s mouth in the Oval Office has awakened something primal inside of me, and there’s no putting it back to sleep.

I slowly pull him out of his pants, my jaw dropping as I stroke him. I can hear him clear his throat above me as he starts to talk to Irving, and I grin wickedly.

Time for some payback.

He chokes when I lean forward and let my tongue slide across the base of it, and I can feel his body tightening and see his hands gripping the edge of the desk as he forces the conversation from his mouth while I drag my tongue up the underside of that wonderful prick of his.

I feel his cock
throb
as I wrap my lips around the head of him. As I slowly start to lower my mouth around him, I can feel my own body respond and thrum with need to feel more of him; to feel his release and to taste him.

Irving and Hunter go back and forth above me with how things went with his terrible press conference, but I’m lost to it all as I slowly slide my mouth up and down his cock. I’m wrapping a hand around his shaft and stroking him, while the other dips between my legs and makes me moan quietly around him as my fingers find my aching clit.

I feel like Marilyn or something; not
slutty
, but sexually powerful and free. I’m hiding under the Presidential desk of the Oval Office in the fucking
White House
. I’m on my knees under the very desk where laws have been signed, and where history was made.

I’m willing to bet that the first daughter sucking her stepbrother’s cock under it is a historic first for this desk, too.

He and Irving are still arguing back and forth about his conduct, but I feel his cock begin to swell even bigger inside my mouth. I feel him start to try to pull away, and I know why, but I don’t care. Right there, we could be on the damned front lawn, or on national T.V. and
nothing
would stop me from finishing this.

Because I want to taste him. I want him to fill my mouth, and I want to swallow every drop of him.

Hunter coughs loudly in the middle of Irving talking, and suddenly, his hips are bucking forward under the desk. And then he’s coming, right into my mouth under the damned desk while I blur my fingers across my clit. He’s salty and sweet, and earthy, and everything I wanted him to be as I swallow everything he gives me, only then pulling off of him and teasing him some more with my tongue.

“So, we’ll issue a language apology or something— maybe tie it to your service record, and that might clear things up.”

“Yep, fine,” Hunter chokes out, and then a minute later, I’m hearing the door to the office shut.

“You are fucking
insane
,” he growls, suddenly pushing back from the desk and yanking me up from under it. His eyes burn into mine before they dance down over my state of undress. Lingering on the heaving swell of my breasts as I catch my breath and the way my skirt is still wrinkled and pulled up to my waist.

His jaw is tight as he moves against me, his hands moving up over my skin, running over every inch of me before he pushes a finger between my legs. I moan as he slides easily through my wet lips, a finger finding my clit with expertly teasing strokes.

“
Naughty, naughty girl,
” he growls into my ear as his finger works magic across my clit, and I practically come right there. Just the sound of his voice saying those words to me brings me to the edge.

I feel his cock hot against my thigh, still rock-hard, still pulsing with need against my skin. I gasp as he pushes me back against the desk, easing me back onto it until I’m sitting on the edge of the thick wood with my legs spread for him and his fingers rubbing maddening circles around my clit. I reach out and wrap my fingers around him and look up into his eyes as I start to stroke him, feeling
so
fucking naughty and so
bad
.

And right there I know there’s no denying this anymore. There’s no pretending what we’re doing is somehow “okay”, so long as I stick to these arbitrary rules I’ve set for myself.

No fucking
; yeah right. Because everything else we’ve done is totally fine. Everything else like masturbating for each other, or sucking his cock until he shoots his cum across my tongue under the President’s desk is somehow fine so long as we don’t actually have sex?

Just to make things more complicated,
we already have
. Just to make it that much harder to say no to him, I
know
what he feels like inside of me, and I
know
how fucking incredible it is and how nothing else in the world could possibly compare to the feeling of Hunter Ryan sliding deep inside of me.

That right there breaks my final rule. Right there, with my legs spread for him, and his mouth on my neck, and his finger swirling again and again around my clit, I let the rest of my trappings of normalcy shatter to the ground around me.

Because I
want
this.

I raise my lips to his ear, gasping as his finger rolls over my clit. “
Fuck me,
” I whisper out, and I bite my lip as I feel his whole body freeze, his cock pulsing a beat in my hand.

He pulls back from me, his eyes blazing, and suddenly he’s kissing me, making me moan as his lips bruise across my own. I pull him by the cock towards my heat, whimpering into his lips as I feel him slide against me.

“Wait, put one on.”

He grins as he pulls back from me. “You sure?”

Hell no
. Not in the slightest fucking bit. Truth be told, I want to feel
just
him inside of me. I want to feel every bare, hot inch of him driving into me again and again, but I’m not that crazy.

I can feel my cheeks blush as I look up at him. “Please tell me you have one.”

Hunter raises a brow and smirks at me. “I don’t know, princess, this sure sounds a lot like begging.”

I feel my breath catch as he teases the head of his cock across my clit. “I am
not
.”

“Oh,
please
,” he growls, letting his cock brush teasingly over me and making me shudder. “You know you want to beg me to slide every inch of this cock deep inside of you and make you come again and again.” He leans in and draws my bottom lip between his, sucking at it before letting it pop from this lips. “You want to feel me
bare
inside you when you come, don’t you, you naughty girl.”

Fuck.
He’s got me almost ready to come just from his words and that teasing feel of his cock against my clit. And he’s
right
, of course. I know if he suggests it one more time, I’ll give in. If he teases me for another second with this, I’ll
beg
my stepbrother to fuck me bare without a condom on in the freaking Oval Office.

But he doesn’t, and he pulls back for a second; thank
God
.

“You’d think there’d be one in this desk.”

I wrinkle my brow. “Ew?”

He laughs. “No, not from your mom, Jesus. I mean from other Presidents. C’mon, we’re
hardly
the first two people to be naked in this office.” He winks at me as he leans in and sucks my earlobe between his lips. “But don’t you worry, I’m betting we’re the first two step-siblings to do it.”

I groan.
God
, why does that get me even hotter? It should be gross, and crude, and dirty, and it
is
all those things, but they’re just making me wetter.

Hunter reaches back for his jacket and pulls a foil packet from the pocket as he winks at me.

“Ew, you seriously carry one around in your jacket like that?”