Chapter 6
Jamie
After a night of having Aubrey in my arms, I wake to cold sheets beside me.
For a moment, I worry she’s bailed, but her hushed voice filters through the space.
“Yes, in about an hour…” I shift onto my other side, finding her pacing the length of the kitchenette in one of the hotel robes.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll grab your badge and coffee…
Yeah, I just got a text that she’s here…
Today is going to be a real test, but I’ll take care of it. ”
She hangs up and makes her way back to the bed. “Sorry. I hope I didn’t wake you. I have to get going in a bit. You might want to leave and get ready, unless you plan on wearing the same thing from yesterday.” Her words don’t match her actions as she strips off her robe and slips under the covers.
I pull Aubrey on top of me, making her giggle.
She instinctively straddles me, her already-wet pussy settling on my length.
It’d be so easy to slide her onto my cock without a condom, but I’d hate myself for it later.
Gripping the front of her throat, I pull her lips to mine, but unlike yesterday, her kisses are sweet, gentle even.
“Do I have time to play with you before I have to leave and pretend I don’t know what your cunt tastes like?” I ask against her lips.
Aubrey grinds her slick pussy up and down my shaft, and I swear if she keeps it up, I’ll come without even being inside her. “I was going to relax in bed for another twenty minutes before getting ready, but this feels too good to stop.”
“Then don’t.”
I guide her hips to apply more pressure on her clit, and she lets out the most beautiful moan I’ve ever heard.
My cock thickens, throbbing against her as she chases her orgasm, and I love how she takes what she wants.
I respect her motherhood journey and won’t come inside her without protection, but I’d do just about anything she asks of me to feel her come all over my cock bare like this.
Aubrey isn’t just some tourist passing through or someone I flirted with at the gym—I knew she was special before I even met her in person.
I empathize with what Isaac went through when he was in college dating Olivia and had to leave her in New York when he graduated.
I like Aubrey a bit too much, and letting her go at the end of the week is going to be torture.
She takes my face in her hands and roughly kisses me, the urgency from last night returning.
I grip her ass, keeping her close to add a little friction and pressure.
Nothing we’ve done is casual, and for the first time since she slid onto the barstool at the restaurant, it’s almost as if she’s admitting it to herself too.
She moans into my mouth, picking up her pace, and I’m going to be hard the rest of the day imagining her just like this every time I see her at one of the panels or roundtable discussions.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come,” she whimpers through her ragged breaths. As she cries out, I don’t stop rolling her hips to prolong her orgasm. When I finally slow down, she melts into me, and I wrap my arms around her, not wanting to ever let go.
I press a soft kiss to her forehead, and she hums in approval, returning the gesture with a sweet kiss on my neck, just above my tattoo.
Part of me would love to have her claim her territory—no one could know it’s her, but it wouldn’t be professional for me to be attending meetings about food insecurity with a giant hickey on my neck.
Aubrey slides down my body with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Seems I have a mess to clean up.”
“I don’t think we have time for that.”
“We do if you can keep quiet.” She licks up my length, making my cock twitch.
Gripping me at the base, she slides her hand up to the head, swiping the precum around the tip with her thumb.
Not breaking eye contact, she brings it to her lips and sucks it clean.
“No moaning my name or calling me your little fire ant or whatever when you come.”
My vision briefly blurs as she takes me in her mouth, and when I hit the back of her throat, she doesn’t gag, making my cock swell. Instead, she moans as she moves up and down my shaft, taking me deeper each time. Her eyes are glassy, but she doesn’t let up.
Aubrey sucks harder, gripping me tighter at the base.
Her eagerness has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I was already close from her grinding on me, and I’m moments away from coming.
A tear slips down her cheek, and I swipe it away.
“And you said you couldn’t fit me anywhere,” I tease.
She chuckles, but the vibration is enough to send me over the edge.
My cock throbs as she keeps me deep, massaging the underside with her tongue while she takes every last drop down her throat.
It takes me a moment to catch my breath, but then I praise, “You do realize you’ve ruined me for any other woman with that wicked mouth of yours. ”
She pulls off me with a pop and swallows thickly.
I’m not sure why, but I pegged her for a spitter.
Something possessive in me loves that I’ve filled her, even if it wasn’t inside her addicting cunt.
If she wasn’t in the middle of IVF, I’d absolutely paint her walls over and over, so she’d feel me seep out of her all day.
“Do you want to shower here or in your own room?” she asks meekly.
“If I shower here, I’ll probably end up fucking you, and we’ll both be late.
” I sit up, grip her chin, and bring her lips to mine, not caring that she tastes like a mix of both of us.
If anything, it has me already half-hard again.
“I’ll see you in a few hours. What sounds good for lunch? I’ll make reservations.”
“Damn it! I figured you would’ve forgotten all about that.”
“Not a chance. Where’s your phone?” She retrieves it, and I type in my number, calling it to ensure I have hers before handing it back.
“Now you won’t have to message me on that dating app.
There’s a pub next door to the hotel that serves a little of everything.
I’m going to try there first since the hotel restaurants are booked most days for lunch this week. I’ll text you the info.”
With a final peck to her lips, I slide out of bed, and locate my discarded clothes from last night. As I put on each piece, flashes of last night skate across my mind, and I can’t wipe the stupid grin off my face. I don’t remember the last time I had that much fun; she was fucking perfect.
Aubrey hops in the shower, and I leave her to get ready, making my way to my own room.
It’s empty, and as I glance at the time on the alarm clock, I suck in a short breath—I only have ten minutes before I’m expected downstairs.
After the quickest shower of my life, I change into a black button-down shirt and dark gray slacks.
I debate on a tie and grab the one I wore last night, then roll up the sleeves of my shirt to my elbows.
I could wear a suit, but Isaac doesn’t mind if my tattoos show, and considering all of the running around I’ll be doing this morning, I don’t want to overheat with extra layers.
Once I’m downstairs, I retrieve my badge and check in with the media team.
The first panel should begin in about an hour, so I head to the pub next door to secure a reservation for lunch.
After I text Aubrey the information, I meet up with Isaac and Joyce to see what else is expected from a social media standpoint.
Isaac’s PA is currently working on other tasks during the panel; I’ll also need to take notes on my tablet while creating content from my phone.
There’s no time for distractions, but I still find myself searching every few minutes for my fiery redhead.
More people filter into the meeting hall, and within the next half hour the space is almost full.
Once everyone’s settled, Isaac does introductions and the panel discussion begins.
Aubrey and their social media manager take a seat across the aisle from me, and I can’t help stealing glances.
I’d stop looking over, but each time I do, our eyes meet.
Just like at the bar, she always looks away, but I love that neither of us can help ourselves.
How did she think this was going to go? Even if we agreed to only one night together, did she really believe we’d be able to remain professional throughout the summit?
I’ll try my best, but I’m already counting down the minutes until I can take her to lunch and maybe have a quick taste of her.
I stand to take a few photos for our socials and struggle to get a shot where Isaac isn’t whispering to Olivia.
It’s common knowledge that they dated in college, but the man does little to hide the feelings he’s obviously still harboring.
I don’t blame him—she’s beautiful, driven, and compassionate.
Just like Aubrey. But we already squashed rumors last November when the hashtag ‘barris’ was trending, shipping Isaac and Olivia as a couple.
I have a feeling I’ll have to do more online damage control before the summit is over.
Maybe that’s the test Aubrey was whispering about on the phone earlier…
As soon as the panel is over, I plug a portable charger into my tablet and place it in my bag.
No matter how much I want to talk to Aubrey, I have to rush off to the roundtable discussion Isaac signed up for and ensure everything is ready.
It’s set up in a smaller room, enough to accommodate all participants and their aides, without a larger audience.
I check the table, and originally, we placed Olivia Harris next to the British Prime Minister, but now her nameplate is directly across from Isaac. I’m about to swap it when he enters.
“James,” he greets, offering his hand. “Can you do me a favor and take notes during this meeting as well?”
“Of course, Prime Minister. Would you like for me to send everything to you later tonight or once the summit is over?”
“It can wait until next week, so we compile everything at once.”
He glances over to where Olivia will be seated, a little satisfied smirk tilting his lips.
I have a sneaking suspicion he’s the one who swapped the nameplates.
If he did, he’s playing a dangerous game.
It’s only a matter of time before someone figures out that he’s still in love with her, no matter how much he denies it.