August
Ottawa
There are people in my office.
Normally, this is fine.
Right now, it’s very much not fine.
Ellie’s getting on a plane in three hours. Which means she needs to leave for the airport in about twenty minutes, and I need to fuck her first.
She’s one of the people in my office, so we’re halfway there. I can already taste her. I just need to ditch everyone else.
The problem?
She’s the one who’s still talking. And everything she’s saying is really good stuff. Whip smart, my wife is.
But she’s wearing too many clothes as she talks about innovation and Montreal being a new North American tech hub.
Well, she’s actually only wearing three very light pieces of clothing. A pale blue dress over a matching pair of silk underthings. I know, I zipped her up hours ago, as I was just arriving home from a red-eye flight back from Vancouver, and she was dashing out the door to a meeting at the university.
“I’ll see you at lunch,” she’d said breathlessly. “We’ll have time then.”
Famous. Last. Words.
She showed up with a bag of takeout for us, but she’d arrived while Stew and some of the PMO staff were still here. And she’d asked what they were working on.
“You might be interested in this,” Stew had said as he sat back down.
Right then. That was where I should have cut them off. “Sorry, guys, but I want to have lunch with my wife before she jets off to Chicago for a conference. Out you get.”
I didn’t say that.
Now nearly…eighteen minutes have passed. Our lunch window is closing.
I stand up abruptly, and Ellie shoots me an apologetic look, but before I need to make an ass of myself, Beth pushes the office door open with a quick, efficient knock.
“Stew, there’s a call for you,” she says, flashing the chief of staff a smile. “And everyone else, if you could please follow me? The prime minister has another meeting right now.”
There’s a chorus of murmuring good-byes as everyone files out. I follow them and close the door once they’re all out.
As I lock it, Ellie starts to apologize and laugh at the same time.
“I didn’t mean to get carried away with the conversation,” she says, still giggling while I hoist her onto the desk. “And is the lock on your door always that loud?”
“I don’t care.”
“Beth knows what we’re doing.”
“Also don’t care. I’ll give her a raise for interrupting just then.”
“As a public servant, her salary is fixed,” Ellie says, her breath hitching as I peel off her panties.
“Do you know how hot I get when you demonstrate your comprehensive knowledge of how the federal government works?”
“Should I talk about NSERC grants next? Because I have thoughts.”
“I bet you do.” I find her pussy wet and ready for me, and I sink two fingers into her tightness. “You might need to eat your lunch in the car on the way to the airport.”
“There’s lots of time. Traveling with an RCMP escort gets me through expedited security every time.” She tips her head back and I drop my mouth to taste the sweet expanse of her neck. “Oh, yeah. Gavin… Just like that.”
I add another finger, stretching her wide. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, Sprite.”
“Your pleasure is my pleasure,” she whispers, and her pussy flutters around my fingers, proving that point.
“When you get back, we’ll have a weekend together. No interruptions.” Or at least, nothing scheduled. There was no controlling international events.
She rolls her hips, bumping her clit against my thumb. “It’s okay. I just wanted to be with you today, before I leave.”
It’s not okay. This is our third month trying to get pregnant, and we’re going to miss the window of opportunity because she’ll be in Chicago when she ovulates. And that’s a real shame, because I’ve learned that an ovulating woman is the horniest animal in the world—and Ellie was already pretty hungry for sex.
Banging on schedule is a bear when that schedule includes more flights in a month than most people will take in their lifetime.
Ellie reaches for me, her mouth soft and wet as she wraps her arms around my neck.
With a growl, I unzip, and wrap my fist around my more-than-ready cock.
I bring us together with force, pushing my heavy length into her. Claiming my space inside her body. Marking what’s mine.
I pick her up and turn, meaning to aim for the wall, but I miss and bump her against the shutters.
“Careful,” she gasps. “We don’t want to break those again.”
I wince as I look at the cracked wooden slat. Maybe crazy glue will fix it this time, and I won’t have to put in a work order. I shift her sideways and brace myself against the wall with one hand while I squeeze her ass with the other. “Worth it to be inside you.”
“Oh, most definitely.” She whimpers as I pinch her ass, so I do it again. Harder, this time. I’ll leave my mark on her in a way she’ll feel all the way to Chicago. Make a bruise she can look at in the mirror tonight in her hotel room and remember just how crazy her husband is for her.
“One of these months we’ll be in the right place at the right time,” I promise her, fucking harder and faster until she bites her lip and starts to whine. I shift my hold on her and cover her mouth at the same time as she reaches between us and presses against her hard little clit. “One of these months I’m going to come inside you and make a baby and it’s going to be perfect.”
She comes in a hard, crashing climax that milks my release right after it. I press her hard against the wall and bury my face in her neck.
“This is perfect already,” she whispers against my temple before sighing. “Kind of crazy, but definitely perfect.”
I lower her to the ground, then tuck my junk away before I stride to the bathroom on the other side of my office. I wet a cotton handkerchief I have in my pocket for exactly this reason, and return to where she’s still leaning against the wall, legs pressed together, skirt held high.
I drop to my knees in front of her and press a kiss to her thigh. She smells like sex, and I breathe her in before I gently part her legs and clean her up.
I want her to hold every drop of my seed inside her, but that’s not practical or possible.
Soon, though.
“I love you,” I tell her as I slide her underwear back up her legs. “So damn much.”
She beams at me. “The feeling is mutual, husband of mine.”
I open the brown bag of food she brought, and laugh. Inside are two smaller bags, one labelled Gavin, the other Ellie. She snatches her bag and kisses me on the cheek. “I was pretty sure I wouldn’t have time to eat here, so I asked them to keep everything separate. Gotta go.”
And with that, she’s off. Another plane ride, another important task keeping us apart.