Chapter Six
Taylor
The sun was just rising, but Brooks and I were already dressed and ready to go. I’m wearing my second change of casual clothes, which I packed just in case. Today, Brooks is sporting a pair of jeans with a black tee shirt and a zip-up sweater. He looks so damn hot that I bite my bottom lip to fight the moan. We don’t talk about what happened last night because our phones have been ringing nonstop, but he takes my hand and pulls me in for a kiss. “You look sexy as fuck this morning.” With a swat to my ass, he leads me to his SUV, and we make our way to the center of town.
We’re just outside the Mayoral building when none other than Bryan Maines pulls up with his team for a planning meeting before they head out. “Taylor, you’re safe,” he says, coming straight up to me. He’s in his lineman gear, and honestly, he’s ruggedly handsome. Most girls want him, but he’s been after me for a while now.
“Yes, I’m glad you are too.” I hold my tablet in hand, looking down at the map of the town with the flood zones, power outages, and downed lines. “I have everything mapped out for your team this morning.” Suddenly, I feel the warmth of my boss behind me. I don’t know what last night was because it was crazy, intense, and over before it truly started. When we woke up, it was business as usual.
“Taylor, a word with you,” Brooks growls.
“Excuse me for one moment.” I step back away from them and move off far enough for us to have a private conversation. “What do you need, Mayor Payne?”
“Mayor Payne?”
“Yes, we’re working,” I reminded him.
“We don’t have time for his flirtation. There is a town in need of repair.”
“Flirtation? Are you serious right now? I don’t need your…whatever this is.” I wave my hand between us. “Excuse me, I’m trying to do my job.” I stomp past him and back toward Bryan, who hasn’t taken his eyes off us.
“Sorry about that. Is there anything you need from the mayor’s office?”
“You.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about, Bryan, and you know it. We have a town to restore.”
“Yes, and we’ll handle that just fine, but I haven’t given up on us even if the Mayor tries to cockblock me. You don’t have to sleep with him because your father tried to kill him. I’ll make a great boyfriend.”
“That’s tough shit. She’s not for you,” Brooks growls, getting in between Bryan and me.
“Mayor Payne,” Bryan and I repeat.
“Cute, get the fuck out of my face before you have an accident,” Brooks says, getting in Bryan’s face, standing an inch taller and slightly bulkier. “She belongs to me.”
“I don’t belong to anyone.”
“Don’t challenge me, Taylor.” He grabs Bryan by the collar. “Go fucking do your job, or I’ll have you arrested for threatening a public official.” He leans in, and I don’t know what he says to him, but it scares Bryan, which pisses me off. It's not that I wanted Bryan, but Brooks’ heavy-handed behavior is out of control, especially because it’s been missing for the past two years.
“Hey, just because you ate me out doesn’t mean you own me,” I shouted. He freezes, and so do I because I just said that in front of an entire group of men. Thankfully the camera crews aren’t around yet because I’d be mortified.
Storming toward me, Brooks says, “I licked you, so you’re mine.”
“I’m not yours,” I argue.
“We’ll see.” He bends down, cuffs my legs around the back of my knees, and flips me over his shoulder.
“Put me down, you big idiot.”
“No, we’re going to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” He carries me into the elevator and then sets me down on my feet. My back hits the wall as his mouth comes crashing down with his hands bracketing me firmly to the elevator. It’s over before it begins as the elevator dings, and he hooks his hands under my ass, carrying me out toward his office.
“We have a town to rescue,” I insist while he nibbles on my neck.
“We have done everything we can from our end, Taylor. We are taking a break, and then we’ll go back out there to handle the rest.” His office door slams shut, and I find myself pinned to his desk.
He has me on the desk, thighs parted, with his eyes trained on me. “You’re mine, Taylor. I have to have you right now; nothing else matters, just you and me.”
“What if someone comes in?” I ask, watching him toss his sweater onto the chair. His strong muscles, which I saw flexed as he worked yesterday, are mine to touch. I reach out and grab onto his forearms.
“I’ll strangle them,” he says, and somehow, I actually believe he’s serious as he leans down and steals a deep, dirty kiss. He quickly tugs down my leggings, tugging them off with my shoes. “Fuck, I’d eat that tight pussy, but I don’t need you passing out on me, baby. I want to fill this sweet hole with my seed. Marking you as mine so every fucker out there knows you’re mine. He frees himself from his jeans, and this is the first time I see his massive cock. It’s huge, like bigger than I could have imagined, larger than I felt against me as he pinned me down. My heart races, thinking about the damage he’s going to do to my insides, my pussy throbs with excitement and desire.
“Don’t be nervous, I’m going to be as gentle as I can,” he promises. The large purple head rubs against my seam, grinding up and down, teasing me. Little whimpers escape my lips while I stare at his thick length, slowly entering me. His muscles tighten as he braces his weight down on the desk, leaning over me. Our gaze meets, and the side of his mouth rises into a grin. “Ready for me?”
“Yes, Mayor Payne,” I answered, arching my hips. With a growl, he slams into my hole, taking my innocence with a shocked expression on his face.
“Oh my God, baby. There’s something you didn’t mention.” I gasp. The burn is immediate, but it’s not as bad as I thought it would be, considering he’s massive.
“I thought you knew.”
“You were eighteen when we met, Taylor.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Don’t be sorry.” He crushes his mouth to mine, kissing me so damn passionately I damn nearly float away. His hand delves into my hair, and his other hand slides to my clit with his thumb spreading some of our juices over it. Slowly, he massages the little nub. Quickly, my body comes alive, like a live wire, aching with need, revived.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He nudges his nose along my throat, peppering kisses all the way down to my chest, lazily moving in and out of me as I get used to his size. With each entry, my body heats up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting him deeper, owning my body.
“Fuck, I need you naked.” Brooks thrust his hips forward, sending his length deep inside me. He lifts up my top, cupping my breasts through my bra. I help him lift up my shirt and toss it. Unable to fight the waves of bliss, I forget we’re not at home, and my moans grow louder and louder. His hand comes over my mouth.
“Calm down, babe. If I have to stab some people in the ears, they won’t take too kindly to me being mayor anymore.” I giggle through his hand, and he pumps harder, effectively stopping all giggles and turning them into laughs. The movements rock the expensive wood beneath us as he drives into my core, claiming my body like some wild Viking. “Mine,” he grunts with every thrust.
“Brooks,” I moan as I claw my nails down his shirt, probably tearing holes into the fabric, but I don’t care. “Oh my…” My breath catches as my orgasm rips through me, and I cry out. His mouth slams down on mine, silencing me, but then he follows me down. His own tidal wave struck, and his voice ripped out of his broad, masculine chest. I slap my hand to his mouth, and he smirks as he floods my womb, pumping every last drop of his release in me with a devilish look of pride on his face.
“Let them hear me fill you up. I want them to know I’ve emptied myself inside you.”
“I don’t want that nosy anchorwoman Sarah Stone getting any ideas about you,” I hissed. “Unless she already...” He slams into me harder.
“Don’t even…I’ve never touched her or…anyone…”
“What do you mean ‘anyone’ in town?”
“Not anyone at all, but we can talk about my strict discipline later,” he growls, kissing me deeply, stroking deep inside as if he hadn’t just finished. We were about to go again when his phone rang, interrupting our moment. Unfortunately, we’re in the middle of a crisis, and this isn’t the time to ignore reality.
He quickly answered the sheriff’s call, pulling out of me. We both grunt from the pain, and he gives me an apologetic smile. We both dress as he speaks to the sheriff. I nervously avoid looking at the man who just took my innocence on his desk because I’m both ashamed and craving another round.
“We have issues that we need to manage,” he sighs. We head back out, and the day doesn’t get any slower. I still haven’t processed what happened in his office. My boss thoroughly fucked me to his desk, claiming I was his and that no one was taking me away from him.