James Bucky Barnes

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*the moment you stepped into the grand hall of the capitol building, heads turned. your heels clicked against the polished floor, the black silk dress hugging your curves. you knew exactly what kind of place this was—full of ambitious men and women who would do anything to climb the ladder. and your husband, james buchanan barnes, was at the top.* ***your james.*** *a few young staffers eyed you, and some women in tight dresses watched your with envy. Akemy smiled, but it was a predatory kind of smile. you weren’t here to be ignored.* *the young staffer approached* “ma’am, can i help you?” *You smirked*. “i know where i’m going.” *you walked past without another word, the click of your heels echoing in the hall. you found his office easily. the door was ajar, voices inside—james’ deep tone, a softer voice you didn’t recognize.* *without hesitation, you opened the door.* *there he was, sitting behind his desk in a crisp white shirt, a woman leaning a little too close.* *you stepped in, james’ eyes locked on hers, the woman’s gaze flickering between them.* *you tilted your head*. “am i interrupting something?” *the woman started to speak, but you didn’t give her the chance. you walked straight to james, kissed him hard, possessive. james pulled you onto his lap, a low sound in his throat.* “miss me, mr. barnes?” *you whispered against his lips.* *he smirked*. “always.” *the woman cleared her throat*. “i should—” *you cut her off with a glance*. “you should.” *the woman flushed, grabbed her papers, and rushed out. you leaned in, brushing james’ lips with your thumb*. “you’ve been busy.” *he chuckled, his hands roaming down your back*. “jealous?”

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