If this was going to never happen again, well, I could at least make the most of it.
Part II
Adrian
Chapter 8
My hands slipped between the silken sheets, wishing the pads of my thumbs were grazing something else. Or more like someone else.
After the longest dry spell of my life, I finally had Melanie Knopp not once, but twice, on my desk.
Ever since I first saw the brunette barista at the Starbucks across the street from my condo, I wanted to get to know her.
But she didn’t give me a second look, just went onto the next customer.
When she literally ran into me at city hall, I knew it was my chance.
But that sass wasn’t going to come easy.
Enemies?
Hell, no, we weren’t that, but we did have a different view on how Lot 42 should be used. And if every time we argued about it, the closer her lips got to mine, I’d take it.
My cock pressed against the seam of my boxers just thinking about the way she clenched her thighs around my waist. How if Councilman Stark didn’t knock on my door asking for some asinine thing, I would have demanded she come home with me.
The rising sun cast over the empty side of my California King.
I’d been alone in this bed every night since I bought the sprawling two-thousand-square foot place, overlooking the pier.
But I never thought of it as empty.
Until now.
Fumbling for my phone on the dresser, I grabbed the device, wishing the messages on my screen weren’t news briefs.
Should I have told Melanie I needed her number before she left my office? Said it was for business purposes?
She had my business card but still hadn’t used it.
My jaw ticked, knowing she wouldn’t. Knowing that she probably didn’t wake up this morning like I did with morning wood and the smell of her citrus perfume still on my neck.
Scrolling through my contacts, I found the number I called a few days ago.
Maybe this would get her attention.
***
After a shave and a shower, I put on a dark blue suit before heading into my office at city hall.
Normally I didn’t spend much time there unless we were getting ready for a council meeting, but I was hoping a certain brunette got my message.
What felt like the longest morning of my life, finally had a little bit of excitement when a knock came at my door.
My heart skipped but I tamped it down, clearing my throat and keeping my head down.
What the fuck? Why was I acting like a teenage girl with a crush?
Get it together, Chase.
“Come in.”
The door squeaked open, shutting just as loud again before a pair of red Chuck Taylors padded on the ground.
My gaze trailed up those long legs that were once wrapped around me and up to Melanie’s puckered lips.
Damn her for wearing jeans and some sort of button-down shirt and not that little skirt I hiked up her to waist the night before.
“You’ve got some nerve,” she grumbled, hands on her hips.
“Take it you got my flowers? I was going to go with three dozen again but figured your seven orgasms deserved seven dozen roses.” I leaned back, crossing my arms over my chest.
Her cheeks tinged red and if my cock wasn’t already aching for her, now it was begging.
“Look, what happened last night was a mistake. And it can’t happen again.”
I raised an eyebrow, my heart thudding down to my chest at her challenge. “So, you don’t want me to bend you over this desk? Would you prefer I take a long lunch and we head to my condo?”
She balled her hands into fists, throwing them down to her side. “Adrian. My internship is dependent on this park proposal and if you’re going to continue to vote against it, then we have nothing to talk about.”
I stood up slowly, watching her neck bob as my full height loomed over her. “Who said anything about talking?”
With a few quick strides, I was around my desk, cupping her face as I brought those luscious lips to mine.
She sighed into my mouth, her arms still at her side, but her body melted into mine. She fit so perfectly against me. Like it was exactly where she belonged.
I trailed my kiss from her lips, to her neck, inhaling the mixture of her lemony perfume and whatever heaven her shampoo was.
Those silky strands of her brown hair fell over her shoulders, gliding through my fingers as I pushed it aside to get a better feel for her sumptuous skin.
“Adrian,” she breathed my name like a prayer.
Running my tongue along the pulse in her neck, my cock twitched at the sound of her gasp.
“We...I...” Her words stunted as I trailed kisses down her skin.
“I couldn’t sleep last night,” she blurted breathlessly.
“Neither could I,” I whispered, trailing my lips back to her ear.
She stiffened. “I was up doing some more research. If you really want whatever this is to happen, you’re going to have to look over this park proposal.”
I snapped my head up, her eyes wide as she held up a set of stapled documents. When did she get those out?
“Can we discuss this after?” I breathed, tiptoeing my fingers down the buttons of her shirt.
Before she could answer, another knock came at my door.
She jumped back as if I was on fire, a smirk crossing her lips once her gaze traveled down the length of my suit. Guess she saw that she wasn’t the only thing jumping.
I groaned, adjusting my cock. “Whoever it is, I can get to them later. We have business to take care of.”
She put a hand out, waving her palm out toward me. “Nuh uh. Nothing further is happening until you actually read over what I researched.”
She sauntered toward my desk, setting the documents next to my computer monitor.
“My cell number is hidden in the pages, so I know you’ve read it before you call me to discuss.”
I threw my head back, letting out a deep breath. “Are you punishing me on purpose.”
She leaned forward, ever so slightly brushing her lips against my jaw. “It’s just politics, Mr. Chase.”
Before I could grab that perfect ass of hers and pull her back to me, she was already at the door, opening it to reveal two of the older council members.
Their eyes widened like Easter eggs behind their thick frames as they eyed Melanie.
I stepped forward, one hand on her lower back the other gripped tightly into a fist at my side. “Councilman Clark, Councilman Stark, I was just discussing the Lot 42 proposal with Mrs. Knopp, can we help you with something?”
I trailed my thumb along the thin fabric of her shirt, her back tightening beneath my grasp.
“I was actually just leaving, but call me after you go over that paperwork, Mr. Chase,” she called, skidding over the threshold.
I swore the woman winked and even added a little extra sway to her hips as she headed back down the hallway.
My mouth watered thinking of how close I just had her, if these two geezers didn’t interrupt.
Either Clark or Stark cleared their throat, bringing me back to the present.
“Don’t tell me you’re really considering voting for the park proposal?”
I snapped my head toward his. “I haven’t looked over the documents she brought me yet.”
Stark let out a laugh, putting a pudgy hand on my shoulder. “Adrian, let’s talk.”