Falling for My Dirty Uncle

And his reply is baiting me. Merde.

“Oh, I know for a fact what old men can and can’t get up,” I say, eyeing him and pointedly looking at his crotch. “And I’m not worried about what they can try to get up. Because I know it won’t last more than an hour when the Viagra wears off.”

Touche.

Walker doesn’t know what to say. And before he can do anything, I leave him sputtering, turning around and walking the other way.

“Enjoy yourself, Walker,” Austin says in a hurrying after me.

“What?” I whisper as he pulls me across the ballroom, leading me toward a quiet place.

“He’s a dangerous guy,” he says in a hushed tone. “You don’t want to become his target.”

“It’s a bit too late for that

, isn’t it? Besides, I don’t like men like them, always prancing around as if they own the world.”

“I’m serious, Ash. I worry about you.” He turns to me and looks me in the eyes, an expression of concern deepening the soft lines around his eyes.

“Don’t worry about me,” I tell him, running my fingers down the length of his tie. “Men like him don’t scare me.”

“You know, Ash, I like it when you get tough,” Austin replies, lowering his voice until it becomes a barely audible whisper.

“You do?” I ask him, taking one step toward him and almost pressing my breasts against his chest. “Why don’t you show me exactly how much you like it?” This time I’m the one lowering my voice, anticipation filling my words.

“Just wait till we get home and --”

“Why wait?” I cut him short, the gears inside my mind already turning fast. “I know where all the security cameras are; which means that I also know where the blinds spot are.

He doesn’t even try to argue against me. He simply matches up the desire dancing inside my head with his words.

“Lead the way, Ashley.”

Ashley

Holding his hand in mine, I lead him through the crowd with a kind of coiled patience. I’m trying to act normally, as not to raise any suspicions, but it’s hard to act normally with your fluids dripping down your legs. That’s one of the drawbacks of not wearing any underwear. Yeah, you didn’t think I was just teasing him, did you? I wasn’t joking when I told him I wasn’t wearing anything under my gown. There’s something outrageous and obscene about wearing a gown so expensive it’s almost outrageous, and having nothing between it and your skin.

I love it.

“Where are we going?” Austin asks me with a whisper, and I can tell that he’s as impatient as I am.

“Broom closet,” I whisper back at him, a grin dawning on my lips as I say it. You see, this isn’t the first time I’m at the Ritz. I once had a mission that involved a high-ranking lobbyist, and he was staying here at the time. I studied the blueprints of the whole place back then, and I remember a small broom closet that could offer some privacy if needed be. I never got the chance to use it, but I guess that having that information in the back of my mind turned out to be a useful thing.

“Just going to get some air,” Austin his security detail as two Secret Services agent try to follow us out of the ballroom. Reluctantly, they stay behind us. I lead Austin down a corridor and, looking over my shoulder to try and make sure that no one can see us, I head straight toward a discrete door.

“Here we are,” I say, turning the handle and walking inside the cramped room. Austin follows after me, closing the door behind us and hitting the light switch on the wall.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” he says, looking around at all the cleaning apparel piled up to the ceiling in the small room.

“No, I wasn’t,” I reply. Grabbing him by his shirt, I offer him a wicked grin and pull him into me. Our lips meet as he rests his hands on my waist and, the moment that happens, I simply close my eyes and submit to all the lust screaming inside my mind. God, I needed to be alone with him. If I had to wait until this whole thing was over, I’d go insane.

And now here I am, inside a broom closet with the President of the United States. Yeah, my life’s that crazy.

When I accepted this job, I had no idea my relationship with Austin would become this insane. I thought I wouldn’t even have to see him outside of formal functions, for God’s sake… But now here I am, hiding with him while we should be out there, greasing the gears of high society… But, oh well. It’s so much better to be with him in here.

Surrendering to his kiss, I let all the lust inside my body grow and grow until it becomes something else entirely. Something that I just can’t control. Something that I don’t want to control.

Tilting my head sideways, I curl my fingers over the fabric of his shirt and press my mouth against his as hard as I can, parting his lips with the tip of my tongue; then I just slide it inside his mouth, both our tongues dancing in a frenzy of lust. Lost in our kiss, I let the seconds passes us by as my pussy grows even wetter.