Prime Minister (Frisky Beavers #1) Read online

  Too many participants nodded their fucking heads and now instead of reading and replying to a text from my girlfriend—I let that roll around in my mind for a minute because I love the way it feels—I’m stuck in a room full of imbeciles incapable of basic reading comprehension who require every fucking thing in the report we’re discussing explained like they’re fucking toddlers.

  I’m probably being unreasonable, but I’ve never been a prime minister with a girlfriend before, and my tolerance for extended anything that doesn’t involve said girlfriend—preferably naked—is completely gone.

  Predictably, the meeting runs over, and I’ve only got five minutes to get to the next one and I over-did it on the coffee. The only thing in my favour is the washrooms and the room my next meeting in are close to each other.

  Lachlan is waiting at the door to escort me. Even though the venue is supposed to be secure, nobody is taking any chances.

  The next meeting mercifully runs a little shorter than scheduled and I have an extra half hour to get shit done before I need to dress for dinner.

  I want to read Ellie’s text the minute I’m alone in my room, but I have responsibilities, so instead I check messages on my official phone, wrangle my email into submission, and call Stew for a briefing.

  My time is finally my own just before six, which leaves me an hour before I have to leave for dinner.

  I pull the phone out of my pocket and tap in my code.

  Lee: Paper delayed and it’s a banana day.

  She wants to play. A mixture of joy and relief wash over me. It takes me a minute to come up with a response I’m comfortable with.

  BJ: As I recall, late papers come with penalties.

  My phone vibrates seconds after I hit send.

  Lee: I can take the hit.

  Fuck. Me. I’ve hit the jackpot with this woman. Smart, witty, and loves a good spanking. I wish I could just jump on the plane and go home to her, or at the very least phone and hear her voice. But duty calls. I compose one last text.

  BJ: Will discuss later.

  I tap send and head for the shower. The hot water helps loosen me up. I’ve been tense most of the day. Beyond a quick soap and rinse, I ignore the erection that’s been raging more on than off throughout the day. I have plans for my next load of come, and it’s not down some Dutch shower drain.

  I resist temptation and hold off on checking for a response until I’m ready to go. Of course, there’s a text.

  Lee: K

  Perfect. I double check the phone is set to vibrate and tuck it in my jacket pocket.

  It takes a while to get all my responsibilities squared away when I return from supper. I’m conscious of my need to rush, so I’m extra careful, which means everything takes longer than necessary.

  Finally, my time is my own, and while I know Ellie’s technically on the clock, she works way more than she’s paid for and is entitled to a few minutes of personal time to talk to her prime minister boyfriend. Such a juvenile term, but really, the only one that fits—for now.

  She picks up on the second ring.

  “Hi.”

  “Hi. How was the yoga yesterday?”

  “Disciplined.”

  With that word, my cock immediately shifts from politely reminding me of its presence to kicking and screaming for attention. “Good to hear. And how was the banana?”

  “Nice and firm. Much yummier than mooshy.”

  I nearly choke on my spit-take. This is not a conversation I’m capable of having in code.

  Ellie laughs and takes pity on me. “How’s it going?”

  “It’s going. Lotus pose was on my mind a fair bit.”

  “I’m off to do some of that right now.”

  I don’t know if she means real yoga or she’s teasing me about sex again. And I can’t ask, so I’m going to have to go to sleep with that torturous question bouncing around in my head.

  The next day, I have to give my speech. Thankfully, Ellie’s given it a thorough polishing and made it come off as more—me. There’s enough of my personal philosophy in there to keep me from feeling like a total hypocrite without contradicting our official position on climate change.

  I schedule her morning text just before I head out the door.

  BJ: Have a good day. Be careful not to jay walk.

  Lee: What if I’m in a hurry and there’s no traffic?

  BJ: You never know when a cop might pinch you.

  Lee: I guess I’d best keep my get out of jail free card handy

  Fuck. Me. I can only guess what she means by that, and sure as shit want to find out if I’m right. Now I know exactly what roles we’ll be playing Friday night when I return to Ottawa. I just need to find the right opportunity—and words—to bring the subject up with Lachlan.

  I decide to call Ellie right away because I want to hear her voice before I do anything else work-related. I’ve been good this whole trip and for once, I’m going to put my wants first.

  “Hi there.” Just one ring this time. I puff up at the knowledge she’s waiting for me.

  “Hey. How’s it going?”

  “It’s been another cop-free day.”

  How did I get this fucking lucky? “Yeah, well, I hear Fridays can be killer when it comes to getting pinched.

  “I appreciate the tip. Do you have any advice—in case I should find myself in a spot of…bother?”

  “In case you’re searched, don't put up any resistance. And take particular care to avoid anything that could get you nailed for obstruction.”

  “I’ll bear all that in mind. Thank you.”

  “Happy to help. I need to get back to work. I’ll catch you later.”

  “See ya.”

  I disconnect and start working my way through the mountains of email that have accumulated throughout the day.

  Thursday is another long day of meetings punctuated by a brief flurry of texts. Roleplay is definitely a thing for her, but apparently, she’s not much into playing the part of a maid. I’m good with that.

  BJ: Have a good day. Don’t forget to dust under the desk.

  Lee: I don’t dust. Nor do I do windows.

  BJ: I see. What do you do?

  Lee: Hire someone

  BJ: Makes sense. Watch out for cops.

  Lee: Don’t worry, I’ll be fully prepared.

  By the time I’m done for the night, I’m too exhausted to talk on the phone with Ellie. I wish I weren’t, but I’m realistic and know this is the way it’s going to be sometimes. I have one last breakfast meeting in the morning before we fly back to Ottawa. I send her a final text before sleep.

  BJ: Lucky number is seven. Be prepared.

  The smiley face emoticon I get in response tells me she understands loud and clear that I’m telling her I’ll see her at seven when I get home.

  Friday afternoon, after a long, tedious flight filled with too many people with functional hearing, I’m finally back on Canadian soil and still haven’t had that chat with Lachlan.

  Time and opportunity are running out, so in the car on the way home from the airport, I finally broach the subject.

  “Lachlan, can I ask a rather delicate favour?”

  “Of course.”

  I’m glad he’s driving and not really able to look at me. “Any chance I might be able to borrow your dress uniform tonight?”

  I was wrong. He gives me a long, hard stare in the rearview mirror and I try not to cringe.

  “Okay. But only on the condition there will be no blue-dress type evidence when you send it out for cleaning.

  I get the message loud and clear. No bodily fluids. “No problem. Thanks.”

  After a long silence, Lachlan clears his throat. “If you need anything else…”

  “Anything else?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you trail off for a reason?”

  “Only if you need…anything else.”

  “Good grief. Are we talking in code?”

  “Well…” Another long pause. “Straig
ht out telling your boss you’re kinky and have resources is a little tricky. So, yeah. Code.”

  “Ah.”

  He looks at me in the mirror. “Did I misread the situation?”

  “No, not at all.”

  “Okay. So…anything else.”

  “No, no. I think that’s it. For now.”

  I ponder this revelation about my head of security for a while.

  “Lachlan, the hockey team?”

  “Yeah.”

  “All of them?”

  He shoots me a grin. “The ones on our side.”

  And now it all makes sense. The entire team is kinky—which means Lachlan’s connected.

  “I assume you knew about my…uh…preferences?”

  “And Dr. Donovan’s. There had to be a certain amount of…poking around when you became prime minister.”

  “Yes, I suppose there would be. Who else knows?”

  “Me and the regular members of your security detail. CSIS. I suppose those on our hockey team may have assumed. But leaking what they suspect to be true would only put the spotlight on their own activities.”

  “I see. So, risk of this information getting out is minimal?” I can take care of myself. So can Max. My only concern is for Ellie.

  “I’d say so, yes.”

  I’m relieved. How did it not occur to me that I, along with those closest to me, wouldn’t be thoroughly vetted for vulnerabilities?

  We both remain quiet until we arrive home. Lachlan gives me a hand carrying my luggage into the house. Ellie is due to arrive at seven and I still have things to organise.

  “I’ll go grab that uniform for you. I’m not kidding about making sure there’s nothing left on it that could bite either of us in the ass.”

  I nod. “Pristine or I’ll burn it and pay for your new one.”

  “Pristine is your only option, sir.”

  “Understood. And thank you.”

  21

  Gavin

  I've sent Lachlan to "bring Ellie in." Fuck, that turns me on. He's not going to actually cuff her, but I imagine it and that's good enough.

  When Ellie walks through the door, she's looking at Lachlan kind of strangely. "Where'd your sense of humour go," she teases, no clue that I'm standing in the shadows of the center hallway.

  "This way, miss. The inspector won't be long."

  "The—" She gasps, low and sexy and steps closer to Lachlan. Fuck, no. But also, fuck, maybe yes.

  No.

  God. I'll just watch for another minute. She's so fucking beautiful.

  "Can you give me any clue as to why I've been brought here? I'm so nervous," she breathes. My dick throbs, and the uniform pants don't give me the usual snug constraint of jeans or my tailored suit pants.

  My cock likes the freedom. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but Ellie's one hundred percent into the roleplay already.

  But it's been a week since I've held her, and Lachlan needs to leave. Now.

  I step into view and she grins at me. Cheeky. Good, I'd like to play with a brat right now. "Thank you, Lachlan. That will be all."

  He leaves without another word and I stalk toward her. “Up against the wall, arms and legs spread wide.”

  “Am I in trouble offi-Sir?”

  I don't miss the change in inflection. It makes me harder than I thought possible. I want to be inside her. I want to fuck her so hard the smell of her permanently imprints on my skin. I bury that need deep and give her the roleplay I've planned. “That depends.”

  “On what?”

  “What you’re hiding under your skirt.”

  “I’m not hiding anything, honest.” Breathless anticipation decorates every word.

  “Well, I need to check for myself. Can never be too careful.”

  I run my hands up her thighs and over her ass, sliding the skirt up with them. I tuck the fabric into her waistband to keep it out of my way.

  She’s not wearing panties, just as I’d hoped. “It looks like you’re telling the truth, but I’d best make sure.” I pull a small plastic bag containing nitrile gloves and a small bottle of lube from my pocket. I’d promised Lachlan pristine and I’m a man of my word.

  I pull on a glove, and give it a little snap at the wrist for emphasis, then cover three fingers and my thumb with lube. She doesn’t need it, she’s plenty wet. I can see her pussy glistening. But I want to keep my options open.

  I slide two fingers inside and pump them a few times, then add a third. I can feel her squeezing them, and I so desperately want to replace them with my cock. She's tight. Warm and welcoming.

  My voice is getting strained. I'm getting strained. “Nothing unauthorised in here. Still one more spot I should try, though.” I slide my fingers out and through the crease of her ass before I gently press my middle finger against her tiny hole. A wordless request. We haven't talked about this limit.

  She pushes back against me and the tip pushes past the ring of muscle. I don’t venture very far, just to the first knuckle. Her reaction is promising and I file that away for another time. “Nothing here either. I think we may have to do a more thorough search.”

  I withdraw from her ass and carefully remove and discard the glove into the small garbage can in the corner.

  “Turn around.”

  She does and I take her mouth in a deep, savage kiss, swiping my tongue all around inside her mouth. I release her and we’re both breathing hard. “Nope, nothing in there that shouldn’t be, either. I think I should pinch you anyway.”

  I’m struggling to keep up the game. All I want is to free my erection and take her hard against the wall.

  I skim my hands up under her top and discover she’s not wearing a bra. She’s taken the no obstruction thing seriously. I cup her breasts, then pinch her nipples with ever-increasing pressure.

  She watches me, her mouth open, her lips wet. An offer. A filthy invitation. She pulls it into the game as she runs her fingertips over her lips, sucking on them for a second before letting go with a wet slurp that makes my balls draw tight. “But I have a get out of jail free card, offi-Sir.”

  I'm totally corrupt. I'm going to let her off with an oral warning—after she pays the price. “I’ll still have to take you to the station.”

  I take her hand and lead her up the stairs to my bedroom. Point to a chair. “Strip and wait for me over there.” She slowly lifts her top up and over her head, then drapes it on the back of the chair. She shimmies out of her skirt and adds it to the pile. And there she is, standing before me, naked save for a pair of very sexy heels. My slutty little jail bird. She shoots me a wide grin and sits on the chair, knees together, fingers back at her mouth. She watches as I carefully remove Lachlan’s uniform. I make a mental note to get one of my own. I can see this becoming a popular game, and I’d like a lot more freedom to play.

  “So, what about this get out of jail free card?” I ask when I’m finally naked with Lachlan’s uniform out of harm’s way. What was I thinking borrowing the fucking thing? It’s been more bother than it’s worth.

  I walk towards her and she slips to her knees in front of me. “It’s right here in my mouth," she says as she takes hold of my raging cock.

  I’m not sure I’m going to be able to last.

  Seeing her on her knees with my cock in her hand while she smiles up at me, the twinkle in her beautiful grey eyes tests my control to the limit—I haven’t come since Sunday morning.

  Her tongue pops out and she tickles at a bead of pre-come with the tip. My cock flexes, and I want to tangle my hands in her hair and bury myself deep in her mouth.

  Instead I stand perfectly still, letting her be in charge. She takes a long, slow lick from root to tip like it’s a fucking lollipop and she’s killing me. Such a sweet death.

  When she finally takes me into her mouth, she swirls her tongue around the head, then sucks gently.

  I can’t take any more and I don’t want to come in her mouth. This time I want to be buried deep inside her. I stroke her cheek
. “Bed, now. Shoes off.”

  She scrambles across the room and I follow. I grab a condom from the nightstand and roll it on before I join her on the bed.

  “Ellie…” I tangle my fingers in her hair and gently kiss her lips, teasing them open with my tongue. I slip two, then three fingers inside her pussy again, this time savouring the feel of her against my bare skin. She’s more than ready for me. Rolling on top of her, I position myself between her legs and slowly press my way into her sweet body. My lizard brain is screaming to hold her down and take her hard and fast. But I won’t. I missed her so much and my heart needs slow and gentle.

  She wraps her arms and legs around me. I pull my head back and look deep into her eyes. I’m so lost. I don’t know how I got here, and I have no interest in finding my way back to wherever it is I was.

  My cock is in to the hilt and I grind against her clit before easing back. I adjust my angle a bit and give her a few quick, shallow thrusts before sliding home again.

  She tilts her hips a bit and as I pull back, I slide my hand between us. “That’s it, take what you need and come when you’re ready.”

  I stay still inside her as she rubs against my fingers. She grows frantic, and soon I feel her muscles gripping my cock. I can’t hold back any longer. I kiss her hard and snap my hips forward. My tongue and cock thrust in unison until finally, I let go. Electricity arcs down my spine as I fuck into her, driving against that spot inside her that makes her scream. I swallow each of those cries as she rocks helplessly beneath me, taking my brute force and begging for more. My balls pull tight, desperate to spill inside her, and as soon as she explodes, I bury myself deep.

  Ellie's legs wrap around me, holding me close. I need to deal with the condom that’s probably overflowing with a week’s build-up of come, but she and I want the same thing. A minute where we’re just connected. Nothing more.

  I start to move, but she holds me tighter. “Not yet.”

  "God, Ellie," I whisper, kissing her roughly. "I missed you."

  There it is. The truth, out loud. One week into dating her, and I'm a hopeless mess. I've never felt this strongly about a woman, not after a week or a month or the entire duration of a relationship.