#Chapter 75: I Said Twice

Miles takes the paperwork off of his desk, straightens it, and then places it into one of the drawers. “You look stressed,” he says, eyes back on me. “I think you need a distraction before we talk.” “You can’t mean… here…” I say, disbelieving at first, but the fire in his eyes burns me from the inside out. Miles just hums and beckons me closer with a crook of his finger. I’m a moth to his flame, walking to my death with each forward step. What a pleasurable death it is sure to be however. When I reach the front of the desk, I places his hand flat on the desktop. “It’s sturdy,” he says. Images flash through my head. Both of us naked, me, sprawled over the desk, him draped over me, thrusting into me so hard that the desk screeches against the tiles. Immediately, my panties damp and suddenly all I can think about is Miles fucking me on this big desk. When did I become such a wanton slut as to want to fuck a congressmen here in the capital? “Miles…” I whimper, not sure how