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It’s not a big deal.
It’s not something they plan, it just happens.
It started their first year in the White House and here they are four years later. It doesn’t happen all the time, in fact there’s no way of predicting when it will happen. It’s just that sometimes they’ll catch each other’s eyes over a file, or she’ll notice his shoulders are holding even more tension than normal, or his hand that lives on her lower back will drift just an inch below what could be considered polite.
When that happens they’ll end up locked in Josh’s office, one or the other on their knees. And they never, ever talk about it.
This time it’s Donna who finds herself with the carpet biting into her skin through her stockings. Josh sits in front of her in his chair, turned to the side because all 5 feet 9 inches of her will not fit under it, something they know from experience. His pants are already unzipped and she rubs him through his boxers for a moment, enjoying the moan that rips from his throat, before reaching a delicate hand inside and pulling him out, pumping him to full hardness.
He’s long and thick and while he has every reason to be cocky about it, each time she has him in her hands or her mouth he only ever looks completely in awe. And while she loves that about him, loves everything about him if she’s being honest– which she only ever is with herself in these moments because they don’t really exist anyway– sometimes she wants him to take control, to take what he needs from her. Because everything she has to give already belongs to him.
She licks a stripe up the underside of his cock before swirling her tongue around the head, once then twice. Josh’s hands dig into the armrests of the chair, his knuckles turning white. She loosens one hand and guides it to her head. They make eye contact, in his rich brown a question, in her cornflower blue an answer.
This time when she takes him in completely, he knots his fingers in her silken hair, tugging it a little as she moves up and down and she sucks in a breath each time, pulling his cock just a bit deeper down her throat.
Wetness coats her inner thighs at the feeling of him hot and hard, filling her mouth and pulsing with desire. She lets the familiar sounds of his pleasure guide her, bringing him to the edge before pulling off him, blowing cool air over the length of him and then engulfing him in the heat of her mouth once more.
Josh whispers filthy things to her, things that make her pussy clench around nothing, and while she could easily slip a hand into her panties, it would never satisfy her the way Josh’s own fingers would.
The hand buried in her hair tilts her up slightly to meet his gaze across his torso and the look of pure ecstasy on his face has her doubling her effort, sliding all the way down until she feels the wiry hairs of his crotch tickle her nose. He’s stretching her throat and it burns, but she breathes through her nose and doesn’t back off.
“Good girl, just like that,” he hisses.
Fuck.
Despite her full mouth Donna moans at his words, the fire in her belly engulfing her completely– he knows what they do to her, knows how hard she’ll work, how she’ll do anything to hear them fall from his lips, so he holds them back, waiting for the perfect moment– and the sensation on his cock is enough to finally send him over.
His release spills into her mouth, warm and bittersweet, and she swallows it down, the muscles of her elegant neck contracting. When his breathing starts to slow and he softens in her mouth she pulls away, releasing him with a wet sound, her fingers scratching his thighs gently, not willing to sever the connection entirely.
Those three little words rise in her chest at the sight of him, sweat beading at his hairline, dimples popping, a shy smile on his lips, but she bites them back, licking her lips for just another taste.
One day, she promises herself.