Still moving in, the whole office smells of paint with half-unpacked cardboard boxes scattered around, my own in his hands adding to the piles around him as he studies me.
“I… Your… I mean-” I stammer, noting his broad grin widen as he squats down in front of me, resting his huge hands on my knees for a moment before he commands me to collect myself.
“It’s alright, take your time,” he says, his dark eyes moving from mine down to my chest as I feel my nipples scratch against my white blouse.
He makes a low, satisfied, sound.
Then he moves to stand up but thinks better of it, choosing to rest on his knees in front of me.
“Let’s start over,” he recommends. “I’m James, and I’m very pleased to meet you, miss…?” he says in a deep. Smoky voice.
“Newland,” I squeak, “Krystal Newland. We got your fliers by mistake… my dad. Mayor… Bring them over,” I stammer, watching his brow cock as I gasp again.
His hand on my knee squeezing a little tighter, sliding up an inch, gently moving aside the soft fabric of my three-quarter skirt.
But oh, that freaking inch.
There’s a long pause and I’m sure I make a whimpering sound but I see his brow crease, deeper in thought now.
Not so satisfied.
Not with the name at least.
But his body tells a different story.
“I see,” he murmurs, standing swiftly and turning away from me.
But not fast enough for me not to notice the pulsing bulge at the front of his suit pants for a few magical seconds.
The dark circle of damp too, around what I know is the tip of his magnificent cock.
I gasp again, louder, and suddenly feeling fainter I fall back into the huge couch as the leather creaks under me.
But James Silverthorn has only just started to exert his power over me.
Over this town.
And I can’t wait for more of it, however, he chooses to give it to me.
To us all, but mostly me I hope. The sodden gap between my legs I feel opening involuntarily the longer I stare up at him, hoping and begging the universe to let him touch me again.
Touch me there.
James draws in a sharp breath, watching from behind the safe island of his desk as his eyes widen, watching my own hand stray to the space between my legs.
Showing more of myself than even I’ve probably seen of myself.
I gasp louder, catching myself.
Stopping myself. But also willing myself to somehow have the courage to show him what I know he really wants to see.
To spread myself wide open in invitation for him to do more than just look.
“Do that again,” he says louder, making me jump as my hand shifts away, his deep voice with an even more commanding tone.
“Do what?” I shiver, feeling my hands tremble in time with the lips of my sopping pussy I have under my skirt that I know is going to leave a mark on his furniture.
“Say it again. Why are you here?” he asks firmly, covering his true mood for a moment, but his eyes tell me what we both know we really want.
He’s staring in between my legs as I struggle to press them closed, wishing he’d stand up again so I can see that magic bulge I know I want inside me.
I sit up straight suddenly, hearing the sharp tap at the door and hearing my dad’s voice, shaking me from my erotic fantasy with the man I’ve only just met.
Sending me crashing back to reality.
I love my dad, but I don’t think I’ve ever been so annoyed to see or hear him.
Why? Is there something else he’s suddenly afraid of apart from a new candidate in a small town election?
I stifle the groan in my throat as I hear my dad inviting himself in, hand outstretched.
Meeting the one man who’s his latest adversary.
The man I know I’ve already promised my heart to.
Along with a few other strategic points of my anatomy.
But would an older guy, such a hot older guy ever go for someone like me?
Something in his eyes tells me yes.
Chapter Two
James
I had my doubts. Moving from the city to some middle of nowhere town famed for its lumber and popular Mayor.
Giving up my role in managing a successful string of businesses.
The businesses I’ve spent half my life shaping and evolving, very successfully.
But once I see the broadcast on some public channel late one night after a layover flight.
Once I see her.
Krystal Newland.
I know where my next career path lies.
Every year the township of Woods End holds an election to re-elect its favorite mayor. There’s a couple of token candidates opposing, but they always concede defeat happily knowing the town is in safe hands for another year.
There’s a pre-election ball and gala dinner, followed by another once the same guy wins every year.