Shameful | Congressman!Kylo x Reader

Chapter 29: Give or Take

HELLOOOO omg it's not 3am this time lol. so much love to @jessaboss3 for helpin' me plan out this behemoth. It's not a crazy 7k words or anything, but sure feels like it. Hope you like this one -- it was fun (and tiring) to write! A lil' something special. Can't wait to read your comments xoxoxo happy FRIDAYYYYYYYY

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This morning, I feel the way some Billie Holiday songs sound. So romantic and gauzy and full of warm sunshine.

I wake up minutes before my alarm sounds and blink at the stark teal-blue glow of the early morning. I roll around delightedly in my silk pajamas, greeted by the pink roses at my bedside and the delicious sting Kylo's stubble has left on my inner thighs.

I look down there, hoping that he in fact didn't leave after all, and is still in his rightful spot between my legs. I'm fully convinced that he was put on this earth just to do what he did last night. It's unfair that we can't spend the rest of our lives in my bed fooling around. I'd like the chance to return the favor. Not only would I like it– I yearn for it. And that's saying a lot.

My period of longing lasts only briefly – I remember that it's a form of foreplay in itself to hide our affair at the workplace. It was already fun during the campaign; what we had was reduced to hushed flirtation, an almost-kiss, and two nights in a shared bed. Now though, after waiting months for him to gather the courage to touch me, the tension is sure to be that much stronger. And it's all culminated over a single weekend.

My heart is absolutely racing.

As I get ready, I don't know what's gotten into me – actually, I know exactly what's gotten into me, and I replay it in my mind every thirty seconds – but I decide to throw on whatever will make me feel most like the quintessential Sexy Secretary. Sexy Chief of Staff. Whatever.

It's a bit much, sure, but I really can't think straight right now as it is.

I opt for a Saint Laurent velvet pencil skirt that hugs me – nay, constricts me – all the way to the middle of my ribs, creating a voluptuous silhouette. I pair it with a Saint Laurent silk jacquard blouse in a gleaming saffron color with an obnoxiously large, and aptly named, pussy bow. I grab an untouched pair of Gucci horsebit block-heel pumps out of their box, and spend an inordinate amount of time making my hair extra poofy. It's big and bouncy and full of air – much like my brain, it seems.

I feel naughty, truly. My outfit isn't exactly scandalous, per se, but paired with the fact that I'm a live wire fresh off a sleepless, lustful weekend, I'm surely not fit for work today.

But I'm pretty much untouchable – it goes without saying that it wouldn't fare well for some pearl-clutching staffer to tell a terrifying 6'3 beast of a man that his Chief of Staff is overdressed.

I carry this confidence right along with me, all the way to the Uber that Rey's waiting for me in.

The second I squeeze into the backseat next to her, she's looking at me sideways with a knowing smirk drawn across her face.

"I missed you!" I gush, squeezing her hand. "Did you have a good–"

"You got busy this weekend. I can smell it on you." She squeezes my hand back.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I can fucking smell it. I'm so proud of you."

I play dumb, just for fun. "Rey, I truly don't know what you're talking about!"

"Shut the fuck up. Home base?"

I purse my lips, looking over at her. "Not yet."

"Hot. Love it. I made Iris wait a whole week, you know. You and I are pretty much on par," she says jokingly.