The rebuttal of the brunette came immediately. And she changed it around too. As soon as that sultry, raspier voice came to his ears, his head turned and his eyes shot back to the brunette. She could probably sense, as she wasn’t of human variety, the immediate more extreme rising of his frustration level. The image he had just had in his head, where he was sinking into the audacious brunettes tight backdoor, hearing her wince, groan, perhaps even squeal softly as she tried to cope with so much cock in that ass that never was meant for penetration was replaced by something else. Imari, laying back on his desk as he pounded her cunt with swift, harsh strokes, while Skylars hand would tease and scratch his lower stomach, her sultry voice in his ear telling him to pump her full, to seed the little bitch.<br/><br/><i>I am not a jealous woman</i>. To those words he bit his lower lip. A gesture he would not normally make, but he had to stifle a moan. Her girlfriend, her boss, this was so damn wrong on all levels. This could cost him his seat. His career. His training as a Marine was just about to kick in, lock everything down to his disciplined self. Then she added another filthy innuendo, well… not an innuendo, it was way too blunt for that. The wink was responded to with widened eyes. The wink, the bite of her tongue, the showing of that barbell. Oh god. How would that feel under that throbbing head. She could see his right hand jerk forward but stop. Nearly, nearly, he had dumped all caution and slipped that hand up into the brunettes hair. To do what… actually? He wasn’t sure. Either to pull her forward into a rough kiss, but probably more to pull her forward into a bend towards that throbbing organ that was now already tenting his jeans.<br/><br/>Tent. Jeans. He needed to hide that. To be inconspicuous about it. That was a hard thing to do with such throbbing thick inches. He didn’t know of course, that Skylar wasn’t what she seemed to be (well apart from being a forward, hot little number, but … yes…). He didn’t know that Imari had gotten her as a helper rather than her girlfriend. If he had known, probably he would have tried to shot the brunette. Or not… Certainly not after the couple of encounters they had. But where he had to fight the urge to just jump her, he also enjoyed the bluntness of her statements. Today somehow, they were even more blunt than ever before. Perhaps she was nervous for the interview, or perhaps she was excited about it. Who knew?<br/><br/>The stare lasted, it seemed seconds turned into minutes. But then his Chief of Staff came to his rescue. The firm sound of Imaris sweet voice as she tried to correct her girlfriend pulled him out of his reverie. Now his gaze locked with Imari. He should have kept his distance, stayed on the other side of the room... he could smell the perfume, was nearly flatfooted by the pretty complexion of her face. He flashed her a smile before Skylar went on like a kid caught with her hand in the candyjar. He nearly made a comment about Skylar not really being the adult in the room… that followed in his mind to a sort of punishment he’d administer for her faux pas at her new boss. Perhaps a spanking… but that gave the image of her round rear, jiggling from the impacts. Oh jesus. And she would be in his office every day? This would be a very wrong decision. But could he disappoint …<br/><br/>That thought was never finished. He saw the well manicured hand come up, running a finger along the jawline. A harmless joke. Push that finger into her mouth Skylar. Make her suck it. Do it. All free will was slowly melting away. He was slowly being pushed into need, with no escape. Then finally Imari broke the spell. He gave her a light nod when she told him there was nothing that needed immediate attention, perhaps that throbbing bulge in his jeans did. But she was trying to get away from Skylars latest set of remarks and he wasn’t going to stop her.<br/><br/>“Yes. I’ll take, tackle…” he shook his head and grumbled, more to himself. He was going to say that he’d take her. Somewhere between taking her to the office or taking her in the office. A sigh followed, a sigh that finally calmed his senses somewhat. He looked at the top of the post-its. “I think I’ll call congressman Wyatt first. You two drink coffee, the call won’t last more than a few minutes. Come in afterwards.” He again locked gazes with Imari. “You join us, you probably are better at asking the tough questions.”. Like… is it smart to work with your girlfriend in one office? Won’t the congressman find us in a 69 on a desk and whatnot. He smirked again to his own thoughts. Skylar might sense it, but he was on a crossroads of losing himself in lust or getting angry with himself for his one track mind. Just a little push?<br/><br/>He turned though and headed into<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fjordanday.me%2Fvarious-professional-office-design-images%2Fstunning-picture-gallery-for-executive-office-design-for-professional-office-furniture-professional-office-interior-design-ideas%2F&amp;hash=44f32d26615018b8e9b57058da25255e" href="http://jordanday.me/various-professional-office-design-images/stunning-picture-gallery-for-executive-office-design-for-professional-office-furniture-professional-office-interior-design-ideas/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><u>the office</u></a>(furniture wise at least, first picture). He left the door partly opened, but Imari could always see on her desk phone when his call was finished. The leather jacket was dumped on one of the comfortable chairs. The office was not like most offices in this building. No carpets, but wooden flooring, no big walnut shining desk with large leather chairs that looked like they belonged to your grandfather. A contemporary, modern design. He had paid for the furniture himself. He had selected this office together with Imari, cause it wasn’t popular. The office was larger than the staff area, but as he would use only little staff and his office was more of a flexible working area where they both worked, this was better.<br/><br/>He didn’t sit behind his desk. He just whipped out the latest iPhone and browsed through the contacts. Calling the fellow congressman on his mobile. A quick conversation, about a base in Wyatts district in Michigan, a smaller Marine training base, it was one where both he and Scott had served. A discussion about the allocation of money to training, about the next committee meeting and who would say what to see if they could keep the base on the budget. The Republicans had the majority, they should worry about states like Michigan and the GOP was never one to cut budgets for the military. As a center aligned Democrat, that was fine with him.<br/><br/>Five minutes, before the call ended. They’d find him leaning against his desk, staring at the far wall as he was lost in thought for a moment. Taking a sip of his coffee. Thankfully that thick bulge he had sported had disappeared. Congressman Wyatt was an elderly statesman… nothing like business to get your mind out of the gutter. As images that had played through his mind about Skylar earlier threatened to reapper, he chided himself. Stop that.