Chapter 23
Jamie
The morning light glows through the curtains, and I shift my face away from it.
The subtle movement has Aubrey stirring in my arms, sighing something unintelligible.
I hold her tighter, savoring every last second before an alarm goes off.
Staying over was purely selfish on my part; I’m tired of sleepless nights.
It’s only been a month since the last time I woke up next to her, but it feels like years.
If I take her up on the offer to stay for the week, how the fuck am I going to sleep alone in my own bed this weekend?
Carefully reaching for my phone, I turn it on.
Within seconds, there are hundreds of news alerts, but it’s mostly international stories.
There’s one that catches my eye—Alejandro Sánchez has a press conference scheduled for today.
I set a reminder on my phone so I can watch later.
Through the whirlwind of everything that happened at the summit, and the last month getting ready to move, my focus has been on everything except meeting him.
I haven’t told Aubrey that the Mayor of San Francisco is my father, but I have a feeling she’s already figured it out based on what I’ve shared with her.
Alejandro will probably want nothing to do with me, which is why I’ve put off meeting him for so long—fear of rejection.
Aubrey’s alarm on her phone chimes, and she grumbles, “Can we call in sick?”
“I’m sure you can, but won’t it be a little suspicious if I do? It’s only my second day.”
“Fine, I guess I’ll also go to work.” She shifts to look at me. “What’s on your calendar today?”
“I’m meeting with the social media team this morning, then you and I are supposed to meet before lunch. I may need to reschedule though, since there’s a press conference I want to watch.”
“Really? For what?”
“The, uh… Mayor Sánchez has called a press conference.”
Her brows pinch. “For what, though? He’s not up for reelection for another two years, and I haven’t heard anything coming from his office recently.
” I’m about to admit I have no fucking clue what it’s about because I didn’t bother to even check, when she quietly asks, “Do you want to watch it together?”
“You have a busy day, you don’t need to sit through a random press conference with me.”
“It isn’t random though, is it?”
“No,” I sigh.
“Then come by my office before it starts, and we’ll watch together. But depending on how long it is, we may have to order out for lunch.”
“There’s… there’s something I need to tell you.”
“That you think he’s your father?”
“How did you…”
Aubrey presses her lips to my chest, then peers through her lashes as she replies, “I didn’t. Just a good guess. Alejandro is a good man, and even if you decide to never meet him, I hope you know that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.”
She peppers soft kisses lower, sinking beneath the blanket. My already-hard cock aches to have her touch me, but we have to get ready for work. “We don’t have time.”
“Says who?”
“Says me. Need I remind you, you help run the office of the fourth largest economy in the world.”
“If I’m a few minutes late, we won’t suddenly become the fifth,” she counters.
“Perhaps. But if you dare wrap that wicked mouth around my dick, you know we won’t stop there, and you won’t be minutes late… it’ll be hours.”
“Promise?”
I should’ve anticipated Aubrey would see it as a challenge, wiggling lower until her lips are only an inch away from my cock.
She slips my boxer briefs down and licks once up my length, making it swell.
As she grips my length, moving up and down my shaft, she takes my balls into her mouth, making me groan.
There’s no use in stopping her; she’s a woman on a mission.
I peel back the comforter and sit up onto my elbows to watch her work. Her free hand is between her legs in her underwear. Though I don’t think you could even classify it as underwear, it’s a scrap of lacy fabric that barely covers her pretty little pussy.
“We don’t have hours,” I remind her, and there’s a devilish glint in her eyes as she strokes me faster. I cover her hand with mine, holding her in place. “No. Ride me until I fill you.”
Aubrey releases me and crawls up my body, slipping off her thong and tossing it aside.
We only had unprotected sex the last night she was in Ottawa, but being bare inside her, it was the best sex of my life.
If she wanted to use a condom, I’d use one without an ounce of hesitation, but being able to feel each spurt of my release painting the inside of her is an ungodly experience.
I grip my cock to guide it inside her as she sits.
She takes all of me at once and lets out a sweet, satisfied moan that has me leaking.
If she was any other woman, I’d be pulling out immediately, but knowing that she’ll feel me slipping out of her while she’s in the middle of a meeting has me thrusting up into her, helping her take me deeper.
Fuck just falling in love with her; I’m two steps away from booking two tickets to Vegas. I don’t care how amazing her pussy feels gripping my cock or if she’s using me, I want to keep her.
As she rides me faster, I grip her hips to give her the friction she’s seeking.
Pressing her palms on my chest, she shifts forward, her long red hair draping to her right.
I wrap my hand around it, then bring her lips to mine.
If she wants to use me, I want to be sure every time she sees me today she remembers how this isn’t just sex. It never has been.
My tongue dives into her mouth, but she continues to fight me, seeking control. There’s no way I’ll let her win; it’s my job to take care of her. Rolling her onto her back, I seal my lips back on hers, desperate to get closer.
“Harder,” she demands between thrusts. I’m more than happy to oblige, but part of me wonders if she actually needs me to fuck her harder, or if what she really wants is to be ruined like we both were the last night we spent together.
After only five rough thrusts, she clamps her legs around me, keeping me deep as she cries out in pleasure.
“Come with me.” Her words are breathless as her pussy pulses around me.
She kisses me harder, and I’m unable to hold on a moment longer, filling her fuller than I did the last time I was inside her.
This isn’t how I envisioned this morning would go, and I’m going to be so royally fucked today. How am I supposed to sit across a desk or table from her and not want to pull her onto my lap or taste every inch of her? I crave her when she’s not near me and resisting her is torture.
As we catch our breath, I can’t help my confession. “I’m sorry.” Her entire body stills. “Not for that.” I playfully smack her ass and kiss her again, hoping a physical connection can remedy the miscommunication. “I’m sorry we can’t spend the whole day in bed.”
Aubrey squeezes her thighs and uses her heels to force me even deeper. “In an hour or two, we’ll have to pretend we just work together. Right now, I don’t want to pretend I don’t want you.”
“Then don’t.” I have the woman of my dreams beneath me, and the second someone says her name at work, I’ll be imagining her just like this—well fucked and all mine.
My cock will strain against my damn pants every time I see her.
“When is your first meeting?” I ask, hoping I’ll have at least half an hour with her.
“Doesn’t matter.” She slides her hands up my chest to cup my face and brings my lips to hers. I won’t be able to kiss her at work, so until she kicks me out of her bed, I have no intention of stopping.