He presses his body against mine and instead of kissing me, he nibbles my neck while wrapping his hands around my waist and hooking his thumb on my skirt hem. My pulse is racing with expectation.

We're going to fuck in the Oval Office?

Holding the side of his face, I go on tiptoes and slide my tongue between his lips.

Pulling me close, he removes my skirt and top, displaying my lace bra. With a grin, he draws me back into his hug; my breasts rub against his bare chest.

His hands travel around my body and he unhooks my bra clasp with a flick of his fingers. He...