I giggle as he rolls me onto my back and pins my arms above my head.
“I mean it. I love your singing.” I giggle harder as he attacks my neck with his mouth.
“I know, Angel. That’s why I sing to you. But now it’s your turn to show me what your lips can do.” He kisses down my body, pausing to suck both of my nipples on his way south.
“Reed, we can’t. It’s THE day. We need to get ready and go to your office. Stu’s probably already there going mental.” I sigh, my protestations melting from my lips as Reed swipes his tongue between my legs, making my core clench with need.
“I know. That’s why I woke you up early. No way am I going to spend a day waiting for the final count to come in without tasting you first. It’s going to be a long-ass day. I need my sustenance.”
I giggle more as Reed grabs my ass cheeks and lifts my pussy toward his face, groaning as it makes contact with his mouth again. “Fuck, Harls. You taste so damn sweet.”
“I…” I let my eyes roll back in my head, my giggle fading as rippling pleasure spreads through me, dancing over my nerve endings like bubbling water on a riverbed. “Fine,” I moan as his tongue dips inside me, making me arch against his face. “Fill yourself up.”
“I intend to,” he groans as he brings his tongue back to my clit. “And then I’m going to fill you. I want to know you’re still feeling me all day while we’re surrounded by people and I can’t have you.”
Today is everything he has been working toward, planning for, and gearing up to.
Election day.
And he’s right. We aren’t going to get a second to ourselves until all the votes are in, which could take hours. It could go well into the night. Stuart’s already insisted we meet early in the office. He’s laid on a breakfast for the entire campaign team and all the volunteers who’ve helped. It’s going to be mayhem. Edge of our seat, nail biting, torturously long, mayhem.
Hell, it might even be tomorrow by the time we get any privacy again, and that’s if we’re lucky. If Reed wins, as I hope he will, then it’ll probably turn into celebratory drinks and then a quick sleep before interviews and whatever official things that need doing begin.
God, it could be days until we are properly alone again.
I part my legs wider and grab his hair, sudden urgency communicated by my fingers digging into his scalp and an urgent groan of “more” from my lips.
“Good girl,” he groans against me. “Good fucking girl.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, it looks as though we have the final results in.” The news anchor presses her manicured fingertips to her earpiece as she looks straight into the camera. “Yes, I can confirm that all votes have been counted.”
There’s an excited gasp and murmur around the office as we all stare at the giant projector screen that Stuart has set up.
I slip my arm around Reed’s waist and am met with the taut, corded muscles of his back. He’s focused. I’ve seen him at work before, but never like this. This means everything to him. His eyes haven’t left the screen for the past forty minutes since they announced the count was almost complete. He was calm up until then, laughing and joking with the rest of the team. He even gave a couple of short interviews to the news crews set up outside. Then he invited them in, and they joined us for take-out as the count continued. We’ve been here hours, and now the moment of truth is here.
“I believe in you,” I whisper as I watch the screen. I don’t think it’s loud enough for anyone except me to hear. But the warm lips that graze my temple tell me Reed heard.
“The next Mayor for the city of New York is…”
Silence falls around the room.
“Reed Walker with a record-breaking seventy-one percent of the votes.”
Oh my God.
“Reed! You won! You won!” I jump up and down, my grin almost splitting my face as I turn to him.
He’s being enveloped by a sea of arms patting him on the back, hands squeezing his shoulders, and party poppers firing paper streamers off over his head that are tangling themselves in his warm, brown waves.
Then I see his eyes. Shining with emotion as he reaches for me and pulls me to him.
“I can’t believe it, Harls.”
“I can. You deserve this. You’re going to be amazing,” I squeal in delight as I wrap my arms around his neck and jump into his arms. He catches me, and I wrap my legs around his waist to the sound of cheers and whistles. Unable to stop myself, I grab his cheeks and plant a kiss firmly on his lips.
“You can do all the things you wanted, Reed. You can make a difference.” I hold his eyes, unspoken understanding filling the air between us. “You can do anything,” I whisper.
His eyes glitter back at me, and then he’s grinning, too. Matching my own until we probably look like a ridiculous pair of overexcited children’s toys with permanently ecstatic expressions painted on their faces.