The Perfect Candidate (30 page)

“Michael!” Ashley gasped, as he continued, with increasing roughness, to maul her body.  “Gently?” she squeaked, breathless, but her plea went unheeded.  Michael reached around her with out hand to fix the lock on the door, while his other hand continued its groping caresses.

“I need to be inside you,” he growled.

Ashley nodded her head desperately, and whimpered as Michael lifted her completely off the floor.  Covering the ground rapidly he reached his desk and tossed her down onto the polished surface, scattering numerous important papers everywhere as he did so.

“Oh God,
oh God!
”
Ashley moaned, as Michael tore at her stockings and panties, and pushed up her skirts. 

He didn
’
t make any apology to her for his almost violent treatment; he was acting on instinct alone.  He could
smell
how bad she wanted him.

“Please?” Ashley puffed suddenly, clutching at Michael, as he took a brief step back from the desk, away from her, so that he had room to reach for his belt and free the throbbing rod of his sex.

“Soon,” Michael growled, groaning thickly.

“Now!” she begged.

“Now,” Michael agreed raggedly, tipping his hips and entering Ashley in one smooth, sure thrust.

“Oh!” she gasped, clinging to him frantically, and rolling her bottom in an attempt to drag him even deeper into her body. 

Michael grunted, and tightened his hold on her.  It always felt incredible to be held inside Ashley
’
s body, but there was something different this time, something extra raw and frenzied. 
He should stop
…
he shouldn
’
t be doing this- taking her like this
…
but Michael couldn
’
t help himself
.

He knotted his fingers in Ashley
’
s hair and forced her to tilt her head back, so that he could claim her mouth in a savage kiss as he continued to piston inside her.  She, in turn, wrapped her legs around him, urging him faster, deeper, harder
.

“Fuck!”
Michael swore, nearing his peek. 
“
Oh fuck!
”

“Don’
t- not yet- I
’
m not-!
”
Ashley sobbed- but a second later they both froze when all of a sudden there was a knock on Michael
’
s office door!

Ashley
’
s eyes nearly popped out of her head.  She tried to scramble away from Michael, but he refused to let her go- he kept her exactly where she was- impaled upon his twitching shaft.

“Michael!” she hissed, trying to speak and stop him without actually making a sound.  He shifted his weight so that he could glance over his shoulder, knocking against the inside of her sheath in the most provoking manner as he did so.  Ashley bit back a moan, as illicit pleasure sizzled through her veins. 

Apparently
, she thought in faint mortification,
her excitement was only intensified by the fear of getting caught
, because when the knock on the door was repeated more loudly than before, and she felt Michael throb inside her, she too sighed with pleasure.  She
did
give her head a frantic shake when Michael withdrew and then thrust powerfully between her legs.

“The door’
s locked,
”
he mouthed silently, quickly finding a steady, almost silent, rhythm that was pushing Ashley higher and higher every time their bodies reconnected.

“Michael!” she pleaded, her voice a mere whisper, which was drowned out by a much louder shout of Michael’
s name. 
Norm
’
s
voice called through the door from the hallway outside.  The door handle rattled and a new clutch of fear made Ashley
’
s muscles contract tightly around Michael
’
s cock.

“That’
s my girl,
”
Michael murmured thickly, burying his sex between her legs with renewed vigour.  He claimed her mouth, swallowing the cries that she was incapable of suppressing as her whole body shattered dizzyingly, fluttering and pulsing, and bringing Michael to his own devastating climax.

Ashley went limp in Michael
’
s arms as he spilled his seed against her womb; her orgasm had left her kittenish and weak, but as its dizzying effects slowly faded away reality started to come crashing back down around her-
what in the world had she just done?

She stared at Michael, who looked just as dazed as she felt.  The intent determination to have his way (with her) had disappeared from his face, and it left him looking sated but lost.

“I didn’
t-
”
he started to say, but frowned and shock his head. 
“No-
I
did
mean to do that,
”
he growled unapologetically.  Ashley shivered at the bald statement; there was something unforgivably sexy about it- about what they had just done. 
“
I
know
I shouldn
’
t have, though,
”
he added bleakly.

Michael
’
s gaze dropped to Ashley
’
s stomach.  She saw where he was looking and flushed. 
“
It would be unlikely for me to be-
”
she started to mutter, but Michael cut her off before she could finish.

“I’
ll take full responsibility if you are-
”
but he faltered over the last word of his sentence.  After being so vocal earlier about making her pregnant Ashley wondered what it meant?  Probably that he too had come to his senses. She wondered why that upset her?

“You don’
t have to say that,
”
she said quietly, as she gingerly pushed herself off the desk.

“Damn it, Ash, I’
m trying to-!
”
Michael growled, but again he stopped himself when the knocking at the door started up again. 
“
Oh, for the love of-!
”
he snarled, attempting to straightened his clothes as best as he could manage, before he then started to stalk towards the door.

“Michael!” Ashley squeaked in horror, unable to believe what he was doing!  She glanced down at her own disheveled appearance and knew that she would never be able to fool the person at the door (probably Norm) into thinking that she looked anything but thoroughly shagged!

Acting completely on panicky instinct, she darted towards Michael
’
s closet and she hid herself there, shutting herself inside the dark space just as Michael unlocked and opened up his office door.

“
What
is it, Norman?
”
Michael barked at his campaign manager.

The other man looked startled by this rough, sudden address. 
“
I was- I was just-
”
but then he frowned and glanced into the office behind Michael. 
“
I sent Miss Kendall to see you.  I thought perhaps-
”

“I know you sent Miss Kendall to see me,” Michael growled, unable to forget his fury with the other man for interfering in his private affairs. 
All right, so there was no baby now, probably
, but Michael still couldn
’
t forgive Norman for his behavior- for what he had wanted done if there
had
been a child.

“And?” Norman asked casually.

“And we’
ve
…
sorted things out,
”
Michael grunted, glancing quickly about the office for Ashley, as Norm forced himself inside. 

Michael hadn
’
t realized that she had hidden herself, but he couldn
’
t deny that he was a little bit relieved that Norm hadn
’
t caught them together- not because he was ashamed of anything that he did with his lover, but because he really didn
’
t think that he was feeling up to yet another lecture from the other man.

“
How
have you sorted things out, Michael?
”
Norm demanded shrewdly.  He gave a delicate, curious little sniff, but didn
’
t comment on the earthy scent that was hanging in the air. 
“
Has Miss Kendall managed to talk some sense into you?
”

Michael didn
’
t think that he would have explained what had happened between himself and Ashley in those bland terms, but agreeing with Norm seemed like the best and quickest way to get rid of him.

“She did,” he said blandly.

“Well… good,” Norm nodded, but he didn’
t look entirely convinced. 
“
So everything is back on track?  We
’
ll keep the wedding at its original date- when Miss Kendall will jilt you, and then everything can go back to normal.  Thank God,
”
he sighed, with some feeling.

Michael heard the weary tone of Norm
’
s voice. 
“
This was your idea,
”
he couldn
’
t resist pointing out. 
“
You were the one who said I couldn
’
t do without a First Lady by my side.
”

“Well to be honest I think we might have been better off leaving you single and toning down your playboy image!” Norman snapped.