she asked weakly.
He moved in for a kiss. “You crack me up, sweetheart.” He pulled her to a sitting position and kissed her again until she grabbed at his clothes, trying to bring him closer to her. Caroline started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his pants, her entire body still trembling.
“You don’t want to take a minute to recover?” he asked.
When it felt so good to have him inside her when she was still so turned on? “No.” She tugged on his zipper. “Now.”
“All right.” He pulled another condom out of his pocket. “Woman, you have no patience whatsoever.”
She ran a shaky hand through her hair. “What’s that for? You planning for another round tonight?”
“Well, yes. But more importantly, while I think it’s perfectly appropriate and necessary for me to bone the first lady on my office desk, I’d prefer not to leave any DNA laying around.”
Caroline tried to steady herself. “Did you just use the word bone?”
“What about schtupp?”
“Come on, now.”
“Bang bang?”
“No.”
“Bump uglies?”
“Speak for yourself,” she said. “My cha cha is beautiful.”
He chuckled. “Indeed it is. What about vertical bop?”
“Stop, Jack,” she said, laughing.
He bit her neck gently. “No matter what I do to you and no matter what we call it, I’d like to keep the evidence of our wantonness to a minimum.”
“I see your point.” She grabbed onto his shirt again as he entered her slowly. “This is fine with me.”
Jack placed his hands on her hips, holding her in place as he thrust in and out of her. “I love you, Caroline.”
“Forget the appearance of impropriety,” she murmured, wrapping her legs around him. “I waited too long to have gubernatorial desk sex.”
“Over two years, you horrible woman. Are you saying we can do this more often?”
The combination of the irresistibly verboten and the alluringly sweet was too tempting to pass up. “Definitely.”
He pumped into her, moving one hand up to her neck, pressing his chin against her shoulder. “You feel incredible,” he panted. “Can you feel me?” He thrust again and she cried out. “Can you feel that?”
Caroline whimpered into his hair, running her fingers through it. He kept moving in and out of her, faster and faster, slowing down to an almost agonizing pace until he shuddered inside her.
He rested his forehead against hers. “That was worth the wait.”
“I fully agree,” she whispered.
Jack moved down to kiss her neck, still panting heavily. “I want to savor this one a minute.”
He stood with his arms wrapped around her as his breathing began to slow. Caroline rubbed his back, wishing they could stay in the moment forever. That he’d stay inside her all night. That maybe no one would notice if they lived on his desk for a while. She was about to drift off into another daydream but was shaken back into reality by a pounding at the door.
“Governor! Governor, are you in there?”
“Shit,” Jack said. “It’s Greg.” His eyes widened. The lock was turning. “And he has a key.”
He pulled out of her quickly and threw the condom into the small garbage can under his desk, tossing Caroline her shirt. He started to adjust his pants as she frantically tried to put her blouse back on. “Greg!” Jack called. “Wait-”
They weren’t fast enough. Jack’s chief of staff barreled through the door. “Governor! Are you all right?”
Caroline hopped off the desk, pulling down her skirt. Jack tried to shield her from Greg’s view.
“Oh,” Greg said awkwardly. “Um-”
Jack tucked his shirt back into his pants. “What can I do for you, Mr. Keller?”
“Sir, I’m sorry. I – you weren’t answering your phone.”
Jack grabbed his suit jacket from the top of the desk and handed it to Caroline. “Put this on, sweetheart.”
Greg looked around the room, his face bright red, pausing when he saw the mess of papers on the floor. “What happened in here?” He took a deep breath. “That desk is an antique, sir.”
“You know damn well what happened in here,” Jack said.
Caroline tried not to laugh. Greg was the kind of guy who would be more concerned about the furniture than the half-naked people standing in front of him.
Jack attempted to smooth out his clothes, which were pretty much a lost cause. He was almost shaking with anger. A rare sight, even for him. “What the hell is going on?” he asked. “What part of do not interrupt me do you not understand?”
“I’ve been calling you nonstop for almost forty-five minutes. I thought – I was about to call security to find you