Loyal Service

Mayor Jamie Michelle paces her office. Headlines scream her husband’s cheating. She can’t escape it. Only Ellie Lilly, her bodyguard, keeps the noise out. Ellie watches. Calm. Steady. “I never liked him,” she says quietly. “You deserve more.” The words sit warm in Jamie’s chest. She takes a breath, then asks the question she’s avoided. “How do people even date now?” Ellie gives a small shrug. Outside these four walls, she has no life—just Jamie. That truth lands, hard and obvious. Jamie looks at her properly for the first time in months. The woman has been constant: every meeting, every late call, every scraped-knee morning after another fight. Maybe what she needs has stood inches away all along. She steps forward. Ellie’s mouth opens, but Jamie silences her with one deliberate press of lips. Hands find the zipper of Ellie’s black jacket. Ellie answers by pinning Jamie’s hips against the polished desk. Shirts drop. Bras follow. Ellie kisses down the curve of Jamie’s breast, tongue circling a stiff nipple. Jamie’s hand dives under Ellie’s waistband, finds wet heat, and strokes once—slow, sure. Ellie gasps against her skin. They shift to the leather couch. Jamie lies back, thighs parted. Ellie settles between them and licks a slow stripe over her clit. Two fingers slide inside, curl, and press the spot that makes Jamie’s back arch. Moans echo off mahogany walls. Jamie comes first, clenching around Ellie’s fingers, then pulls Ellie up, flips her onto her back, and eats her open until Ellie’s heels dig into silk upholstery and she shudders, swearing. When they finish, the office smells of sex and the silence finally feels like peace.