“Yes. I’ve managed to convince half.” He exhaled. “The other bastards are stuck in the past. They don’t want agricultural upgrades. They claim we’ve never had them before, so why start now?”
“That seems short-sighted.”
“It is.”
“What do the farmers say?” I questioned.
“What do you mean?”
I tugged on the hem on the T-shirt. There was no way it would come close to covering my thighs.
“Well, have they spoken to your cabinet? Have they argued in an open hearing?”
He ran his fingers through his hair. “No.”
“Maybe try that?” I shrugged. I wasn’t a political analyst, and I didn’t pretend to be.
He chuckled. “You make it sound so simple, Molly.”
“Maybe it is.” I smiled. “If you can’t bring the farmers here, why not at least bring their stories to the cabinet?”
“Personalize what they’re going through.” He nodded. “I think that’s exactly what they need. So many of the cabinet members have lost touch with the rural parts of the country. They’ve forgotten there is more to Galona than cities like Freychon. There are people who still work the land.”
“I’m from a rural area in South Carolina. Our thing is peaches. Not olives, but still pretty important.”
He chuckled lightly. “And this is how your peach farmers get things done?”
I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me. He seemed to take my recommendation seriously.
I shrugged, reaching for his hand, unfolding his arms. “Can we go back to bed?”
He rose from the chair. “Why would we do that?” I saw the look in his eye.
My breath caught. “I thought …”
His fingers caught the edge of the shirt and tugged it over my arms. He threw it across the floor. He shoved the files he was working on, with one sweep of his arm. He circled his hands around my hips, spinning me to face his desk. I gulped when he pressed my breasts to the cold surface. He leaned over my back, turning the lamp off.
I sighed when his hands ran along my sides, sinking into the curves of my waist.
He shirked his pants to the floor.
I jerked when I felt his fingers run between my legs. He rubbed my clit and I rocked into his hands. My hips, led by his rhythm. The deeper he massaged, the farther my feet separated, until my hips were angled for him.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he groaned over my shoulder. “So wet. So perfect. So ready.”
I nodded. “Please.” I was begging. Panting for him. I ached for him.
There was one detail I knew we were both ignoring, but neither of us wanted to stop where this was headed. I felt the thick crown of his cock bare against my entrance and I moaned.
It was like a steel rod. Skin against skin. I pushed back, ignoring the warnings in my head. I wanted to feel him fuck me with nothing between us. I had a birth control device. I could trust it.
“Shit,” he hissed, sinking into me fully. He dug his fingers into my skin as he reared back and seared his cock inside my pussy again. I bucked at the fullness of him. It was numbing. Blinding.
We lost control. Our bodies open to a new level of pleasure. Raw and rough. Unbound. Free. He rocked into me.
“I’m going to come like this,” he growled, fucking me with heavy grunts.
I gripped the desk, throwing myself into the moment.