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Donna bit her lip, wondering if she should enter the lion’s den or not. He had been brooding in his office for a while now and she had to be brave, even if it meant a tongue-lashing – and not the kind she wanted him to give her.
She strode in through the open office door, stopping just shy of the desk so that she could make a quick escape if necessary.
“Josh? You okay?”
He was sitting in his desk chair, having swivelled it round so he could stare out the window at the cold February snow outside. His feet were up on the ledge, but his fingers were tapping at the armrests rather than being laced behind his head.
Not a good sign.
He confirmed her intuition immediately. “Sure,” he answered, his voice both monotone and sarcastic at the same time. “Never better. I’m just peachy keen.”
Donna rolled her eyes. “Okay, so now that that little performance is over with, what are you really thinking?”
He swung back to look at her as he spoke. “Definitely thinking that toying with the First Lady is not a thing to do when you’re a man in my position with too many ex-girlfriends who also happen to be political operatives. It’s like Mrs Bartlet is the tiger who just slashed open my soft under-belly and now the Mandy- and Amy-vultures of the world can circle around my bleeding carcass.”
Her eyebrows lifted in response at his overactive imagination. Not that Josh having an overactive imagination was always a bad thing. She had it to thank for him throwing snowballs at her window on that fabulous, wonderful night only a few weeks ago.
Right, stop thinking about the ball, she chastised herself silently. This is not the time for more Prince-Charming-Josh fantasies that obviously had been dashed to pieces in the last hour.
Still looking concerned, she sat down in a chair in front of him. “You’ve already been stewing over Amy’s new job way too much, right?”
He held out his hands in exasperation. “Couldn’t you tell? Weren’t you listening?”
“Sorry,” she apologised, not sounding the least bit contrite. “My mind got diverted picturing your ‘soft under belly’. You have to admit, it’s a distracting image.” The words were out of her mouth before she could shove them back in. A telltale blush immediately rampaged across her delicate alabaster skin.
She loooked at Josh, expecting some kind of witty retort that would at once return things to the comfortable banter zone while also unknowingly cutting her down to size for her brazen presumption. But when her eyes met his, his response was nothing of the sort.
The heat blazing out from his brilliant brown eyes immediately stole the breath from her body. It was the same way he had looked at her outside of her apartment when he had said that she looked amazing. It was the same searing gaze he had given her before and after getting out of the limo, when the whole ‘Wild Thing’ nickname had begun its short life span.
It had her ready and willing in nanoseconds, and she knew he was just as turned on as she was.
“Donna,” he said, his voice lowly seductive and unbearably sexy. “Lock the door.”
A saucy, intimate smile spread across her face as she got up from the chair, backed up and, without saying a word, closed the door and turned the lock, her eyes burning into his own the entire time.
Sensing her excitement, Josh stood up – somewhat amazed he could stand or walk at all with all the blood in his body rushing south at an exponential rate – and came around the desk. As he neared, Donna pressed her back against the door, unconsciously loving the fact that there was no escape as Josh continued to come closer and closer until, at last, he was only a hairsbreadth away from her.
Ever so gently, he cupped her face in his hands. Donna’s senses were overwhelmed by the sexy scent of his aftershave and Josh’s own unique aroma that had on more than one occasion over the years nearly caused her to throw herself at him and damn the consequences.
It looked like the consequences were about to become seriously damned.
“This doesn’t change anything,” he whispered, his eyes boring into hers. The moment was burning with intensity, but Donna couldn’t stop a wave of doubt from taking over her mind. She looked away, focusing on a spot behind his right shoulder.
“Of course,” she answered, refusing to make eye contact.
“Really, Donna.” He touched her chin, trying to get her to look at him and believe. “Trust me, please. I swear, Amy is just – I don’t know. She’s just someone that every so often we’ll have to work with. It’s only going to be professional – nothing else. Really.”
Reality doused her happiness too quickly. Her eyes flickered over his face briefly, and then she slowly extricated herself from between his body and the door. Now it was her turn to look out the window and try to feel calm.
It was official: she was well and truly flustered. That spark of hope, which had grown to be a raging inferno of – well, of everything she felt for Josh – that hope within her had been crushed by one stupid fax. And him flirting and trying to tell her differently didn’t feel fun at all.
She had seen the way he had fallen for Amy last year. She couldn’t take it if the same thing happened again.
“It changes everything.” Her eyes were fixated on a spot outside the window. She crossed her arms around herself, as though she could physically hold in the frustration and hurt. “Your ex-girlfriend is going to be working here with us, always hanging around your office, being sickly sweet with me so that I won’t suspect her of anything just before she hatches her evil plan to get you back into her bed.”
“Woah! Woah!” Josh interrupted, crossing the room to turn Donna around so that he could see her face. “Can I at least get some credit here for not letting history repeat itself?”
“Josh.” She shook her head. “One ride on your lap in a limo – with a rapt audience watching us the whole time, by the way – that can hardly compare with a six month relationship full of intimacy and nakedness and – you know.”
“Constant bickering?”
“Orgasms.”
Josh was floored. He didn’t know how to be witty in the face of that particular statement.
She was right. Last year, he had flaunted the fact that he’d been getting laid all through the months he’d been seeing Amy. At the time, his only thought – apart from trying to get Amy in bed many hours of the day – was to tease Donna about her comparative list of gomers. He had wanted to make Donna yell at him – to make her jealous.
Well, now he had his wish.
He was also unspeakably turned on by Donna even saying that word. If he could just touch her, re-establish physical contact between them, things might not feel so strained, but his silence just made her go on with her heart-felt lament.
“We’ve never even kissed, Josh! All I have are daydreams, whereas the two of you have actually had each other. A lot. I can’t compete with that.”
Josh shook his head. “You don’t have to compete with anyone.”
“I know for a fact that she still wants to climb all over you whenever you’re being arrogant and cocky – which, let’s face it, is all the time!”
For a few exasperated moments Josh watched her pace back and forth in front of the chalkboard. “Okay,” he said, attempting to remain calm. “One thing at a time. First, you don’t need me to tell you it’s been crazy around here since the Inauguration. I haven’t pressed us for more yet because I don’t want to be exhausted and distracted when I finally can begin to, well, be with you and—”
Donna cut him off. “You weren’t too tired for her.”
“What?”
“You weren’t too tired for Amy. Last year. I sound like a harpy, I know and I hate that, but—” She took a breath. “You revelled in being dog-tired when you came in every morning after being with her. You managed fine then.”
“Donna!” he shouted, rolling his eyes. “You’re not the same!”
She stopped pacing and stared at him. Shit.
“What the hell—” she began.
“No, wait!” he interrupted, his hands up in either surrender or defence. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant to say that I—” He paused, cursing that for once he couldn’t think fast enough. “I feel more for you. You are not like her. With you, it’s more—” He broke off again, lost for words. “Look,” he continued, reduced to wagging a finger at her, “when you’ve been needing and wanting someone as long as I’ve been needing and wanting you…Ah, hell!” he cursed, rolling his eyes at his obvious melo-dramatics. “Well, that sure wasn’t a 760 verbal response.”
“Josh.”
He thought her tone might have changed, but the blood was pumping so quickly through him, he couldn’t be sure.
“Donna,” he said earnestly, coming closer this time. “All I want is you. I mean it. You’re everything. I might have fought against it in the past, but you always have been. You’re…you.”
She flattened herself against the wall to the left of his office door, sighing again, but with a smile this time.
“Don’t say anymore. I get it,” she said. “Really, I do.”
“No, I really think you don’t.”
He was on a straight trajectory for her now. There was no stopping him this time.
Donna slowly let all the anger leave her body as he leaned into her. First came the scent of him – that mix of male musk and tangy aftershave that she found so utterly intoxicating. Then the familiar smell of laundry detergent clinging to the shirt that encased his broad, impressive frame.
Briefly, her eyes flicked down to the spot where for the past few months she had thought he might be developing a paunch. There sure as hell wasn’t any trace of it now. Was it possible he had been working out since the Inauguration? But when would he have had the time?
Josh smiled sheepishly before saying anything again. He thought he could smell her intoxicating perfume and maybe, just maybe, her own sweet tang and the pleasurable haven she and it promised.
Not that he was thinking of her as just an orifice for his now totally hardened cock – far from it. God, did he even have the words to say what she meant to him after all these years? Did he need to say more?
“Josh? What are we doing?”
He smiled, sure of his footing for at least the next ten seconds. “Don’t you know?”
His body was mere inches from hers now and closing the distance quickly.
“Josh? I don’t know if we can do this here.”
“Never quote me on this, but for once, I’m going to say it: I’m the third most powerful man in the entire country. I want you – I want you now – and I’m going to have you. Am I wrong to think you feel the same way?” He had been so sure of himself, but the slight quaver to his last question gave Donna one of those few, precious glimpses of the real Joshua Lyman that lay beneath all the bravado. Checking in, making sure, never presuming when it was something that really mattered, even when he was on a roll.
“No,” she whispered. “I want you, too.”
“Then so much for that ‘we’ve never kissed’ complaint of yours.”
The small touches of time that it took for his lips to zero in on her mouth seemed like ages quickening between them. At first, she was struck by the softness of his mouth, the sweet, simple pressure he applied to seal their mouths, bodies, and minds together.
God, it felt so right.
With a move of his hips, he brought their bodies in contact from neck to knees. He cushioned himself against the softness of her belly, desperate to press himself against her somehow.
The feel of his iron erection against her made her feel absolutely wanton. It felt so good – but this was hardly the time and place.
It was the wrong place.
It was the wrong time.
Still, she couldn’t help it when her arms rose of their own volition and pulled him closer to her, just for a moment.
Tongue slid against tongue, blissfully. Donna hardly even noticed the unyieldingness of the wall against her back, but she certainly noticed the hardness of him: the absolute solidity of JOSH. Josh. Finally, at last, forever and always, Josh.
He moaned against her lips, recovering himself for a breath before foraying again into the sweet, hot, heavenly depths of her mouth.
She wanted him so much. Raising one leg off the floor, she ground against him, relishing in the shocks the friction he gave her, even if fully clothed.
The only sounds in the room were her soft, ragged sighs that came faster and faster as she rubbed against his cock, driving them both crazy with the need for more. His mouth now teased along the long column of her throat, nipping and sucking while his hands sculpted the area between her breasts, up and around the sides of her ribcage and down to the small of her back.
With a manly grunt, he reached one arm behind to pull Donna’s leg higher up on his hip. He dragged his tongue across her collarbone, desperate to savour as much as possible from every second they had together. She tasted soft and salty and sweet: a lethal combination.
Gasping for air, they finally broke apart. Donna slowly slid her leg down Josh’s thigh to the ground. She stared at the floor, shocked by her loss of control.
They paused, then looked at each other again, and then they were back at it.
This time she was the aggressor, walking Josh backward across the room, her arms snugly draped across his neck as she teased his mouth with a lascivious touch. Josh groaned into her ear and she could feel the wetness pool between her legs. A small part of her mind knew things couldn’t go too far – they were still in the White House – but she had to get him to feel her more deeply for the moments they had left.
She lightly took hold of his wrist and was about to bring his hand to her upper thigh when suddenly Josh grunted, this time in pain.
She had walked him backward into a corner of the desk.
“Oops! My fault,” she apologised. Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she reached around and began to rub his offended posterior. “Does that feel better?” she teased.
“Does this?” His hand moved beneath her skirt, pressing against her centre, shifting so he could trace the folds beneath her panties. She shivered, then leaned her head back and rocked her hips into his hand.
“Oh, god,” she whispered, her voice lowering deeply as the passion shook her.
Not satisfied with the present angle, Josh stood up, still keeping his hand moving against the smooth satin of her panties, and then dipping beyond to really touch her. There were so many different textures in such a small space: soft skin, softer folds getting slippery with her wetness, and the hint of tight velvet just inside her pussy.
He wanted all of it. All of her.
With slow, sure steps, he backed her up against the nearest vertical structure.
Or, he would have done, except that Donna chose that exact moment to reciprocate, moving one of her small hands down from his neck to palm his cock through the finely-woven wool of his pants. He whimpered as she fondled him, using all his will power to keep from coming in his boxer shorts right then and there.
Of course, all that concentration meant Josh forgot where he was going, and he mistakenly pressed Donna up against the chalkboard instead of the wall.
A chalkboard on wheels.
The heavy movement of lusting bodies against its flimsy surface made the board roll quickly away from them. Josh lost his balance. Donna wavered backwards on the heel of one shoe, holding on to Josh by the lapels of his jacket before his momentum caused them both to tumble to the floor
There was quite a loud thud when they landed, limbs rather askew. Josh was half-afraid that he’d somehow broken Donna because she was keening in what he assumed was agonised pain.
“Jesus, Donna. Are you okay?”
She moved abruptly against him and he realised his fingers were still beneath her skirt – still inside her. The fall had pushed them high inside her pussy, and his thumb had naturally curled against her skin so it was, by dumb luck, pressing against her clit. While he was still working out the physics, she rocked her hips, rolling herself against his hand once, twice, once again, before she sighed luxuriously, melting against his body.
“What the hell just happened?” he whispered, not wanting her to move exactly, but desperately wanting to know if what he thought had just happened had indeed just happened.
One look at her smug face told him it probably had.
“Are you okay?” she asked lazily, slowly sitting up and smoothing her blouse. She wriggled a bit more against his hand, her smile tripping into giggles when his eyes widened even more as he felt her wetness coat his fingers.
“I’m…I’m…uh…”
“I feel great.”
Before she could stand up, Josh grabbed Donna’s wrist with the hand that wasn’t pressing against her nakedness and held her palm to his chest. “Promise me you’re coming home with me tonight.”
She smiled before feigning incredulity. “Why, Mr Lyman! Are you trying to seduce me?”
“I think you just did that to me,” he muttered, finally moving her panties back in place and then helping her to her feet. He looked at her for a long moment, taking in her slightly dishevelled appearance. Then he looked at his hand. His fingers shone with her on them. Before he could stop himself, he sucked his index finger into his mouth, tasting her without ever looking away from her eyes. Amazing.
Pulling her to him, he kissed her softly, promising everything without any words.
When he finally let her go, he chuckled, running his non-Donna-ed hand through his hair. “I feel I should say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen – at least, not here or…you know…like this.”
Her fingers traced his cheek. “It’s fine.”
“Well, I would hope you would think so after you just…you know.”
“Fell to the ground with your hand up my skirt? Yeah, that was an adventure.” Her words might have been blasé, but her tone was that of a woman totally satisfied.
“Donna!” he hissed. “Could you lower your voice please? We’re not exactly alone in the building.”
“And we won’t be when Amy gets here, either,” she sighed, only now remembering the First Lady’s newest staff appointment.
Josh shook his head and shrugged his shoulders in the ultimate male gesture of ‘I-don’t-know-what-to-say-but-there’s-nothing-I-can-do-about-it-at-this-moment-so-let’s-just-forget-it-for-now’. He traced a hand down the side of her face. “Did I tell you yet today that you look amazing?”
“No, but I like hearing it.”
Still smiling, she unlocked the door. He thought she was just going to close it quietly behind her when she ducked her head back in. “I forgot to add that you’re absolutely gorgeous today. Seriously – sexy as hell. I’ll be at your place by 9 o’clock tonight. Don’t be late.”
Then the door closed.
Josh closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, his face coming to rest in a satisfied smile, dimples twinkling even without an audience. He could still taste her on his tongue.
Sure, it might be hell for the next couple of months until Amy managed to get herself fired yet again, but it wasn’t all bad. He had just kindof sortof had Donna on the floor of his office, which was a first. And if he could make her come in the middle of a half-painful pratfall, imagine what they could do when they had somewhat normal control over their bodies…
He sat down behind his desk again and swung his feet up onto the window ledge, staring out at the darkening sky. He rubbed his hand over his mouth before realizing which hand it was. Slowly, his fingers skated slightly beyond his lips; then he balled his hands together, stretching his arms far up above his head. Leaning back in the chair, he grinned, already mentally counting down the hours until they could go home – together.
FIN