your skirt up.”
Her nipples were hard peaks. It almost hurt to have them pressing against the lacy material currently confining them. “Why not just take it off?”
“Pushing it up is so much sexier. Do you know what you look like from behind with your skirt up around your waist, no panties, wearing those garter belts and stockings, just waiting for me to touch you?”
Caroline suddenly found it hard to breathe. “What about my shoes?”
“You’d have to put those back on. And you might need a little slap on the ass or two, just because.”
She squirmed on Jack’s lap, his erection pressing against her ass as she moved. “Still thinking about chocolate?” she asked.
His response was immediate. He slid the last piece of candy onto her tongue with his fingers. She bit down on them and sucked hard before opening her mouth again.
“I know you aren’t. What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” Jack asked, after she swallowed the chocolate. He kissed her again, and she knew he could still taste the sweetness on her tongue.
Caroline kissed her way from his lips to his ear. He wanted a story. A good one. She’d leave out the part about sucking him off while he sat at his desk. That fantasy could wait for another time. “One of my daydreams earlier today, which coincidentally happened to involve you hiking up my skirt and pushing me onto your desk as you-”
Jack started caressing her breasts again. “As I what?”
He was trying to wreck her concentration, but the daydream was vivid enough that his efforts were for naught. “Well, it involves me sitting on the desk, as opposed to bending over it. I’m not wearing any panties. And you might have a very animated mouth.”
“I can work with that.” He groaned as she wiggled her ass against him.
“I have a rough idea of what that image does to you. Filthy old man.”
“Wanna act that one out?”
“Absolutely.” Caroline slid on to the desk, pulling her skirt up.
Jack started to lightly caress her thighs. “You didn’t let me hike up your skirt,” he said. “Or push you on to the desk.”
“Isn’t this close enough?” she asked softly.
“For this one time.” He knelt down and began kissing the inside of her thighs. “But I’m definitely going to act this entire scenario out again.”
His tongue darted inside her and Caroline swooned backward. She caught herself on the desk with her hands, scattering a few documents across the polished mahogany.
Jack looked up. “Everything okay?”
She laughed self-consciously. “In my daydream I was able to keep perfect balance.”
He grinned. “But in reality you can’t, right? Hold on.”
Jack walked around the desk and grabbed the suit jacket he’d draped over a chair. He slid the scattered documents and some other very important looking and neatly stacked papers onto the floor.
Caroline frowned. “There’s no need to make a mess. Who’s going to clean that up?”
“Baby, you worry too much. Just let it happen.” He folded the jacket and placed it on the end of the desk. “Lay back.”
“Jack-”
“Trust me.” He kissed her long enough to make her forget whatever objection she was ready to express, then eased her down until her head was resting on the makeshift pillow. “Stay put,” he said. “This works better for me too.” Jack came back around to the other side of the desk and bent over to kiss her on the lips, then traced a trail down her body with his forefinger.
Caroline shivered in anticipation. “How’s that?” she asked.
He knelt down again and pulled her knees up over his elbows. “Easier access,” he said. “And you can’t squirm away, no matter how hard you try. You have no idea what you’re in for, Madame First Lady.” He began teasing her clit with his tongue. She grabbed the edge of the desk with her hands, gripping it as tightly as she could, trying to move closer to that tantalizing mouth.
“Down, tiger,” Jack said against her thigh. “All in good time.”
He zipped his tongue in and out of her, holding her steady. As he licked and sucked her clit she cried out, feeling herself almost sinking into the desk. He removed his hands from her thighs and replaced his tongue with the fingers of one hand, using his other hand to tease her ass, until she begged him to keep going, and later, after practically falling off the desk, to stop.
Jack stood up and bent over Caroline, brushing the hair back from her face. “How was that?”
“Did the earth just move?”