I didn’t want for her response as I turned quickly, approaching the circle of laughing men.
“Mr. Chase, a word?” I interrupted.
Silence drifted in the circle as three sets of eyes locked on me, the only one I cared about, displaying that smarmy smirk.
“Of course, Miss Knopp, step into my office.”
He reached for the door handle behind him, turning it so a burst of cool air drifted into the hallway.
I froze, not wanting to be alone with him, but maybe this was what I needed. To let it all out.
“Thank you, sir.”
I nodded, politely to the other men before crossing the threshold.
The door swung shut behind us as I took stock of the room.
It wasn’t much bigger than a walk-in-closet with frosted glass windows taking up one wall, the other two lined with bookshelves. A large oak desk was framed by two leather chairs, ‘Councilman Chase’ proudly proclaimed on a bronze nameplate secured to the front.
“I wasn’t expecting you to come in here so quick, actually, I thought I’d hear from you earlier when I left my number on the card. You like the flowers?” Each word went to the same beat as my heavily thumping heart.
Clenching my hands into fists at my side, I whirled toward him, mustering up all the courage bubbling in my chest. “What the hell was that in there?”
He took a step closer, his hands in his pockets, biceps tightened. His long, lean body so close that I could inhale his woodsy cologne. “That was a council meeting. First one?”
I took a step back, my hip bumping against the desk as I tried to control the contrasting feelings of my fuzzy brain and heavily thumping heart. “You know what I mean.”
He nodded. “Ah, the vote. Well, like I told you the other night, you have some good arguments, but it’s a smarter business decision to make the lot into a strip mall.”
“You’re such a prick,” I spat, my jaw clenching as I shook my head.
“And you’re so fucking sexy when you argue,” he growled.
Closing the space between us, he cupped my cheeks in his rough hands, his mouth crushing against mine.
All of the air whooshed out of my lungs and slammed back in.
I wasn’t supposed to like this.
I wasn’t supposed to think how soft his lips felt compared to the roughness of his hands as his fingers threaded through my hair, pulling me closer.
When his tongue pushed against my mouth, reason left my body and into a gasp.
He tasted like peppermint and bad decisions; one this would definitely be.
I fought against my own pulsing heart, curling my fists between us as I pushed back, forcing his lips from mine.
“What was that?” I spat, trying to keep my gaze from his bruised lips. The ones that just deliciously assaulted my mouth.
Shifting my weight, I tried to dart to the side but his hand seized my wrist, pulling me against his hard chest.
“We can’t do this,” I whispered into his parted lips.
“Can’t do what exactly?” He murmured as his breath trailed down the sensitive skin of my neck.
“We’re basically enemies. We can’t be kissing...or other things.” My words faltered as his hand traveled from my wrist, tiptoeing to my waist.
“Are you talking about sleeping with the enemy?” His teeth nipped at my neck and I couldn’t hold back a gasp, my legs buckling beneath me.
His strong hands steadied against my sides, lifting me onto the desk.
This was like every damn fantasy I didn’t know I had, my heart beating heavily as the rational part of me tried to rack my brain for a reason to say no.
“Does this mean you’re going to vote ‘yes’ at the next meeting?” I managed to croak.
His smile spread across my neck before he slowly slid his hands to my knees, pushing them apart. “I’m not saying anything, Miss Knopp.”
Before I could argue another point his hand slipped up my thigh, all reason leaving my brain as his knuckles brushed against the silk of my panties.
“Your arguments, God, I wanted it to be you and that smart mouth of yours telling me off today,” he murmured, but I couldn’t focus on anything else but the buildup between my legs as he slipped his fingers inside me.
“I can keep arguing,” I breathed, gripping onto his shoulders, my body already building to the brink.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t fuck you on my desk right now? Why I shouldn’t give this greedy little pussy more of what its begging for against my fingers?”
Desire pooled deep in my belly as the brashness of his words hit me.
“I think it’s something else that’s begging,” I gasped, bringing my hands down to his cock, desperately pulsing against his dress pants.
He moaned, pressing his hardness against my palm.
“Do you know how fucking sexy it is when you argue? Fuck, Melanie.”
“I can keep this up. All. Day.” Massaging my fingers along his bulge elicited another long groan, his Adams apple bobbing as he tilted his head back.
This was a terrible idea and deep down I knew that, but as his fingers found my pressure spot, all reason left me in the moan I muffled into his shoulder.
“Fuck, did you just come on my fingers?”
I didn’t respond, the euphoric high of my orgasm now bringing me back down to reality.
Looking up to meet his hooded stare, he didn’t let me back away. Do anything put get wrapped up in his arms as he pressed his mouth to mine again.
His kisses desperate as our tongues tangled together.
This time I didn’t try to stop him when he pushed my skirt up, our mouths still fused together while his pants slipped off.
The only break in our fever was when he pulled out a foil packet, sliding the rubber over his length.
It was a silent agreement between us as our eyes met and he filled me completely, my legs wrapping around him as our heavied breaths met in the limited space between us.
Each meeting of his hips to mine had a bundle of pleasure traveling straight to my core.
The rational part of me knew this was a bad idea, but that part of me wasn’t thinking. And when another orgasm sailed me over the edge, crashing into him, all reason left.
This could have been the biggest mistake I made in my career.
Or maybe the best.
Once we’d both come down from our euphoric high, still pressed together with his head in my neck, I tried to think of what to say.
Where we went from here.
My phone buzzing from my purse quickly brought me back to reality as I pulled my panties back on. Then I grabbed the device from where it fell on the floor.
Aubrey’s name flashed across the screen and the once cloud I was floating on now came crashing down like a thunderstorm.
“I have to go,” I muttered, pulling down my skirt and fixing my hair, making sure I kept my back to Adrian.
“You don’t have to. We still haven’t finished that argument and I’m ready to go as long as we have to.”
A text appeared on my screen.
Aubrey: Hey, I’m running late to get back to the office. I think I’m going to work from home the rest of the day and we can meet to discuss the next meeting tomorrow if that’s okay?
“Well is it?” Adrian’s breath was hot on my ear.
The right thing to do was probably go home and plan for the meeting. But with Adrian pressed against my back, I dropped my phone, along with all my reason.