Page 46 of Accepted Precedent (Love & Politics #3)

Andrew

“ I need your help.” I shut the door behind us.

Finn’s office is immaculate—just like Mickey’s—except for a stack of books in the corner. Most are fiction, and I’m pleasantly surprised he’s a reader like Evie. With nowhere to sit, I lean against his desk, wanting to be eye level with Kristin.

“Okay,” she says carefully. “What do you need help with?”

“I want to walk away, but I’ll need help convincing Mickey.”

“What you’re suggesting could ruin everything. We’d have to find the right candidate in Maryland to take your place. Even if we did, you’ll still need to pretend to be the father of Evelyn’s kids. There are no winners here.”

“Mickey deserves to raise his own kids.”

“I agree, but unfortunately, people would think Evie was cheating on you if any of this came out. I won’t have people dragging my sister’s name through the mud.”

I rake a hand through my hair. “I’ll tell the media that I was unfaithful.

Unlike the assholes on the other side of the aisle who cheat on their wives like it’s a sport, I’ll be villainized, and asked to not seek reelection.

I’ll claim them as mine, but the attention will be on the affair.

Evie can divorce me and no one will question it. Problem solved.”

“Not an option. Jaclyn won in a landslide in the special election, but Ileah isn’t running unopposed this time. Everyone knows you’re friends with them—they’d be guilty by association. We need to stick to the plan.”

“Fuck the plan. I’m tired of pretending I’m in love with Evie when I’m in love with?—”

“Don’t you dare say me!” she grits out, just like I’m used to Mickey doing when he’s cross with me. “You don’t love me.”

I stand, giving me a solid six inches over Kristin, even if it does little to intimidate her. She keeps her eyes narrowed on me as I admit, “Yes… I do.”

“You’re impossible.” Kristin scoffs, nostrils flaring. “My career comes first, and I won’t let you or any other man derail that.”

“Who said anything about derailing?” As she looks away, I gently move her chin until her eyes are back on mine.

“I’m not like Mick. I don’t want to get married, have kids, but…

I want you. Help me walk away from politics where no one gets hurt, so I don’t have to hide how I feel about you and Mickey. ”

“Well, I don’t love you.”

“If you don’t love me, then if I kiss you, you won’t kiss me back.”

“I promise I won’t.”

I lean in until our lips nearly brush. “Then again, I could be on my knees for you, and then you’d keep that promise.” Gripping her waist, I set her on the desk. “Tell me you haven’t fantasized about it.”

“I-I haven’t.”

“You’ve never imagined me, just like this?” I drop to my knees, unable to hide my amusement at the lie of a protest from her. I sit back on my heels. “The thought of me making you come with my mouth makes you wet, doesn’t it? I bet if you lifted your dress, I’d find your panties soaked for me.”

“It… it doesn’t matter.”

“Then can I taste you?”

Kristin lets out a shaky breath and whispers, “Yes.”

Any moment she could change her mind, decide there’s too much at stake and I’m not worth it.

Struggling with time not being on my side—yet wanting to savor this rare opportunity—I slide my hands up her legs, pushing her dress up.

As I press gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs, I hook my fingers in the lacy fabric at her hips and slowly drag her underwear down her legs.

Her breath catches, but she keeps her eyes on me.

With a single lick up her center, I’m fucking ruined.

Kristin lets out a sweet moan as I dive my tongue inside her, gripping the desk as I curl a few times before dragging it out.

I spread her legs wider, then lick firm circles around her clit, making her gasp.

She tangles her fingers in my hair, her sharp nails digging into my scalp as she pulls me closer for more friction.

I’m happy to oblige, and glide two fingers in her tight pussy.

“Oh, fuck. Right there,” she rasps, and I continue the same pace and pressure—sucking, licking, stroking… whatever she needs from me. Her legs begin to shake and clamp around my head. “I-I’m going to come.”

There’s a good chance she’ll end this the moment she does, and I’m not willing to risk it. Desperate for more, I slow down, making the muscles in her thighs relax.

“Damn it, Andrew! I was close.”

“I know,” I chuckle against her. My cock is hard as steel, leaking precum in my damn pants. As tempted as I am to pull it out and stroke myself, I resist—this is about her, not me.

I build her up again, loving how her pussy strangles my fingers the closer she gets.

Her breathing becomes labored, and she tugs my hair, guiding me exactly where she needs.

With a string of swears, she comes for me, and I lap at her swollen clit until her grip loosens.

Slowly dragging my fingers free, I lick them clean, and nearly come at the mere sight of her glistening pussy.

I dive back in for another taste, but she tugs on my hair until my eyes meet hers. My stomach twists into knots, worried she could be done with this—with me.

“I need more. I need you inside me.”

My cock twitches at her words. “I don’t have condoms.”

“I’m on birth control.”

“Yeah.” I huff a laugh. “We saw how that worked out for Evie.”

“I’ll get emergency contraception tonight, if you want me to. There’s no way I’ll let you knock me up—you know my career is too important to me.”

I stand and unzip my pants, freeing my cock, but her eyes widen. “Everything okay?”

“Fuck. You’re huge!”

I ignore the praise as I rub the head up and down her slick entrance, obsessed with the delicious moan she lets out with each stroke.

“Is it even going to fit?”

“I’ll be gentle,” I assure her.

I slowly press in, letting her adjust to every inch before sliding deeper. She feels too damn good—wet, warm, and fucking mine. I rock in and out of her in shallow thrusts as I tease her clit with my thumb, letting her body tell me what she needs.

I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk away from her after.

There are exactly two people I’ve ever felt this kind of connection with—her and Mickey. I need to slow this down or I'll embarrass myself by coming too soon the first time I’m with this goddess.

Kristin bunches my shirt in her fist and pulls me closer. It takes me by surprise, but only for a brief moment, then her lips crash into mine. My cock thickens as I drive deeper in long, slow strokes. She’s every bit as sweet as I imagined, and I’m in fucking trouble.

“You broke your promise,” I speak against her lips.

“I don’t care. Harder… please.”

I pull all the way out and shove in to the hilt in a single thrust, settling myself inside her as I ask, “You want harder? I’ll show you harder.”

Sliding out, I guide her off the desk and bend her over it.

She braces her elbows on the now-damp wood, and I push inside again.

Fucking her hard, but not fast. Each slam into her wrings feral moans that grow louder, the desk shaking.

Someone could walk in any minute, and the thrill both spurs me on and terrifies me.

Taking a page out of Mickey’s book, I step into a role I’m not entirely confident I can play, and command, “Tease your clit for me, I want to feel you come on my cock before I paint the inside of your tight pussy with my cum.”

She obeys beautifully, reaching between her legs. My grip on her hips tightens to the point it may leave a light bruise, and I smile at the thought. I’ve never been one to want to mark someone, but there’s something about her that makes me want to claim her as mine.

Kristin’s right there, so fucking close, and I don’t dare adjust or change my pace. With four more thrusts, she shatters, gasping a moan as her pussy flutters around me. As my name spills from her lips, I can’t hold on, and find my own release moments later, ensuring she takes every last drop.

Struggling to catch my breath, I freeze as the office door opens. I glance behind me to find Mickey with a murderous glare. He mutters what sounds like, “I fuckin’ knew it,” then closes the door and leaves.

I debate chasing after him, but he shouldn’t be angry or jealous about this.

Except… he might be. I’ve always said sex is just sex, but it’s never been only physical with him.

And it certainly wasn’t with Kristin. Explaining to him that I want both of them isn’t going to be easy, but I’m done stuffing down my feelings for her.

I slip out of her perfect pussy and drop to my knees, pressing my cum back inside with my tongue.

“What are you doing?” she squeaks, making me laugh.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

“My sister is supposed to have her ultrasound any minute now. We should— oh —go see her.”

“Evelyn and Mickey’s babies aren’t going anywhere. And you aren’t either until you come all over my face again. Then you’re going to help me divorce my wife.”