a few candy bars. The gesture would not go unappreciated. “Did you really have them keep the gift shop open for you?” she asked.
She could swear he was blushing, even in the shadowed corner of his office. “Yes,” he said.
“You shouldn’t abuse your power like that – ooh, so much candy!” she exclaimed, peeking inside the bag.
Jack chuckled. “There you go, getting distracted by something shiny.”
“I’ll give you my speeches on privilege and ego later.” Caroline pushed past him and headed toward the door. “This will keep me occupied for hours. Thanks, Monty.”
“Not so fast.” He tugged on her arm.
She gave him a dazzlingly chaste smile. “Begging your pardon, was there something else the governor wanted?”
Jack snatched the bag out of her hands and tossed it on the floor, bringing his lips to hers again. “I’ve been looking forward to this moment all afternoon. You’re not running off that easily.” He began caressing her neck as she tugged at his collar. “Do you want to know what I was thinking about during the ride home tonight?” he asked, trailing kisses down her throat.
“How much chocolate you could eat out of that bag without me noticing?”
“No, I was picturing you bent over my desk as I slowly slid your skirt up. Can you fill in the rest of the blanks?”
She tried not to moan when he undid the first button of her blouse, his fingertips brushing against her breasts. She’d have to pace herself since they were likely going to be here for a while. “Did it involve me eating chocolate? I hope it involved me eating chocolate.”
Jack chuckled softly. “No, but you might get to have some afterward. If you aren’t too worn out.”
She straightened up. “Governor McIntyre, I am shocked at your bravado. Defiling your office with such brazen behavior. What would the voters say?”
He undid another button. “Your insistence upon open government during my administration does not extend to our sordid encounters on my off time.”
She swatted at his hand. There would be plenty of time for clothing removal and not nearly enough for witty banter. “So you won’t be conducting a poll? I’m concerned about the governor’s approval ratings. They’re so much lower than the first lady’s.”
Jack changed course, snaking his hands up her skirt. “You talk too much,” he said. “And your numbers are not that much better than mine.”
Caroline closed her eyes. “I’m way more popular than you. Almost thirty points more popular.”
He reached between her thighs. Oh, the things he could do with just one finger. He deserved some sort of award.
“Do you really care what all those strangers think of you?” he whispered.
“No.” She gasped when his finger brushed across her clit. “I’m much more concerned about my standing with the chief executive of the Commonwealth.”
He withdrew his hand. “I find the first lady’s job performance to be exemplary, particularly as it pertains to her ability to keep the governor happy.”
Caroline tried to push his hand back under her skirt, but Jack yanked it away and grinned at her. “Begging your pardon, was there something else the first lady wanted?”
“If you don’t put your hand back where it belongs I’m going to get myself off.”
“I’d love to watch you do that,” he murmured. “But not tonight. Patience, sweetheart. I’m not done yet. And we don’t have to do it on the desk. We can do it right here. Look, I brought you another gift.” He pulled a condom out of his pants.
“Ribbed for her pleasure,” Caroline read. “So thoughtful.”
“It’s mostly to help me last longer.” Jack put the condom back in his pocket and slid his hands under her skirt again.
“You’ve never had any problems with that.”
“Well, I intend to do this more than once. I’m trying to keep you looking somewhat presentable before I ravish you again upstairs, since you’re partially clothed and all. You didn’t want to go to bed any time soon, did you?”
“No,” Caroline said softly. His hands moved further up her legs. “I’m fine right where I am.”
“Are you wet?”
If the answer was no, she’d join a convent straightaway. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Jack slid a finger inside her and she sighed. He smiled, pulling it out, starting to tease her again. “Very nice. Were you thinking about me tonight?”
“I miss you when you’re away.”
He kissed her again, lightly fingering her earlobe. “I love that you’re always so ready for me. Why is that?”
“You’ve had your hands up my skirt. Is your memory that faulty?”
“It’s more