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You took the stairs up to DoSacs office two at a time with your phone pressed to your ear, barking orders at whoever was on the other end of the line. You could barely even remember who it was at that point. You had just gotten word that someone had called in Claire Ballantine as a potential backup for Tom. As the third press officer at number 10, you were more than a little peeved that Jamie and Malcolm seemed to be trying to keep you out of the loop on this one. The office was full of people as you stormed in but you still managed to spot Jamie trying to dive out of your eye line, probably hoping to let Malcolm take the brunt of your anger.
Your relationship with Malcolm was strange, to say the least. After an intimate encounter on a foreign press tour, you had both agreed a couple of years ago that you could never publicly be together. Not while the party was still in government. So it left you both in this strange grey area where you would scream at each other all day, then fall into bed together after work. You were sure half the government had suspicions about you but they were too afraid of what Malcolm and you could do to their careers to say anything.
“Don’t you fucking start” Malcolm grumbled the second he saw you approaching.
“I don’t know what you two are playing at but I have every newspaper in the bloody country up my arse asking about it, so I’ll put myself in the fucking loop” You spat. You watched Malcolm fight back a grin, he absolutely loved getting under your skin. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jamie about to pipe up.
“Don’t you say a word, you were Cliff fucking Lawson’s cheerleader an hour ago” You said smoothly. He grumbled a little but didn’t say anything making Malcolm chuckle a little.
“Alright, we can be team players here, right? We are a very good fucking team” Malcolm suggested. You and Jamie eyed each other before nodding reluctantly.
“Ballantine was your idea was it?” You asked, pointing at Malcolm.
“Thoughts?” He replied
“I don’t hate it, if she agrees to it”
At that moment, Claire walked into the office with Ollie. You rushed to be at the front of the crowd, no woman likes to be greeted by a herd of men. Jamie was trying to grab at you so you shoved him off with a quick whisper of ‘fuck off
“Claire, darling, how are you?” You greeted her cheerfully. You brought her in for a quick hug before leading her into an office. Of course, all the cheery friendliness was completely fake, you weren’t even sure who she was.
The pitch was made to her, by Ben Swaine of all people. They blew so much smoke up her arse you could call her a chimney. They were met with an instant ‘no’ which they started to argue before Jamie spoke up.
“Is this a personal matter Claire?” He asked. She sheepishly nodded “Well, how about you talk to my lovely colleague over there somewhere private. Get away from the bloody sausage fest in here”
The herd waited outside the empty office you had taken her into. You were almost expecting one of them to have a glass pressed against the door as you opened it to deliver the news.
“She is addicted to online poker”
A chorus of groans erupted
“Can we work with that?” Ollie asked
“She used her fucking real name”
More groans. Claire emerged from the office, looking rather embarrassed.
“Well, thank you for coming in Claire” Jamie sighed
“I will be going back to bed then, good night”
Everyone dispersed leaving just you and Malcolm in the corridor. He was leaning against the wall, glaring into empty space. You watched him for a moment, you knew how tired and stressed he was, maybe pushing his buttons more wouldn't be a good idea.
“Claire Ballantine, fucking excellent choice” You teased. You always did like egging him on. He pushed himself off the wall so he was standing practically nose to nose with you, if you didn’t know him so well it would've been intimidating.
“Have you got a better idea?” He growled lowly
“Maybe one of the Teletubbies are free”
That was the last straw apparently, he grabbed your arm and dragged you into the storage cupboard behind you. In one movement, he locked the door behind him and pulled you into a searing kiss that you eagerly returned. His hands were already pushing up your skirt causing you to moan into his mouth. He spun you so your front was against the wall. You heard him fumbling with his trousers as you worked your panties down to around your ankles.
“Such a fucking mouth on you, I’ll shut you up,” He said, voice gravelly with exhaustion.
He didn’t take his time pushing into you, he knew you were ready for him. You desperately tried to muffle your sounds with your hand. God knows tonight would be the absolute worst time for you to be caught, the last thing either of you needed was another headache. He set a brutal pace, his hand gently gripping your throat just enough to give you the slight feeling of breathlessness. Usually, Malcolm was an excellent dirty talker, especially when he was angry with you, but he couldn’t risk it. All that separated you from the rest of them was a door and he would be damned if anyone but him saw you like this.
“Malcolm”
“Shh shut the fuck up. We’ll get caught” He whispered angrily
He knew what you needed, his fingers trailed down to circle your clit quickly in time with his thrusts. If he had his way, he would spend the rest of the night in here with you away from prying eyes. Maybe the rest of his life. But there wasn’t enough time, you were both needed elsewhere. He changed the angle of his thrusts causing you to let out a high whimper.
“Cum for me darling” He whispered right in your ear. That was all it took to push you over the edge, your walls squeezing him tightly as you came undone. He followed soon after, leaving you both breathing heavily. His hands roamed gently over your hips then gently manoeuvred himself out of you. You turned to lean your back against the wall and dragged your underwear back up your legs.
“Feel better?” You asked quietly making him grin at you. He pressed a quick peck to your lips then buttoned his trousers back up.
“You did that on purpose, you know what that skirt does to me” He replied. He helped you smooth your hair down and you smoothed your hand down his shirt.
“Where are you headed now?” He asked
“Number 10, see what I can do about the papers” You sighed “Have fun picking the next prime minister”
You gave him one last kiss on the cheek before slipping out of the cupboard and heading out of the office. He knew to wait a couple of seconds before following you out. Ollie was heading in the opposite direction to you as you left, he went to ask you something but you cut him off quickly with a sharp ‘fuck off Ollie’. He then spotted Malcolm leaving the cupboard he was in.
“Oh! Malcolm-” He shouted
“Fuck off Ollie” Malcolm replied, storming in the other direction.