Moonlight (a Melanie King Affair 4 Part Mini-Series - Part 1)

by Lisa Sumil

  “Don’t think you’re going to win this game Melanie,” he said.

  I opened my legs wider, kneeling on the bench of the table as leverage, pressing my bare bottom against his groin. I then heard the satisfying sound of his zipper on his jeans being undone.

  “What if a car comes by?” Warren asked me.

  “Let them,” I said, so desperate to feel him inside me.

  I felt him slide easily inside and he murmured about how ready I was for him. He pounded me hard and it took everything not to scream out in pleasure. I felt my nipples brush against the cold metal unforgivingly and the pain sent the most pleasurable thrills through my body. My pelvis was pressed against the table which only drove him further inside me, mercilessly. He took his free hand and somehow reached around my legs and gently twisted and teased my clit. I was over the edge. Every inch of my body was exploding with pleasure that only seemed to climb more and more. Just when I thought I would climax he moved his fingers even more expertly against me while still pounding and sending me even further into a pleasure hole. My climax was relentless, vibrating and pulsating from the inside out. I heard his deep moans at the same time and knew he held off to climax with me which only drove him deeper at those last moments.

  He leaned over my back, still inside me and caressed my back with soft kisses before slipping out.

  I tried to stand but my legs wobbled and he held me upright as I straightened my dress. I felt the inside of my legs damp from both me and him and didn’t care. It only reminded me of the things he did to me.

  He opened the passenger door for me but before I hopped in he pressed me against the car and kissed me deeply, passionately, and once again wrapped the shawl around my shoulders.

  “See you at work tomorrow?” he asked.

  I shook my head.“No, field trip tomorrow and I volunteered to be one of the chaperons for Lilians class. The T.A. has been bugging me to come along for quite some time.”

  “The T.A.? Should I be jealous of this T.A.?” Warren asked teasingly.

  I couldn’t help but laugh.“Well, the T.A. is a woman.” I saw visible relief pass through his eyes.“She’s a lesbian though, so I don’t know Warren, maybe youshould be jealous.”

  I laughed until I saw the heat return to his eyes.“What? Don’t tell me you’re one of thoseguys.”

  “Melanie, every straight guy is one of thoseguys,” he responded, smiling eagerly.

  “I doubt that. What is it about girl on girl anyway that gets a guy going?”

  “I don’t know about other guys, or even other girl on girls. But you?” He pressed his lips together and looked me up and down.“I can picture you standing there, rubbing those beautiful nipples of yours against another womans and the idea of watching her pleasure you? Mmmm,” he mindlessly rubbed my hips as he spoke and I couldn’t help but feel turned on by his own fantasy.“Yeah, that definitelydoes something for me. You know what I’ll be thinking about tonight,” he said, grinning from ear to ear.

  “Well, you can forget about it Mr. Brown,” I said laughing.

  He pulled me hard against him and lifted my face to his, gently and tenderly brushing his lips against mine.“A fantasy of you is something I’ll never forget,” he responded under his breath and his kiss became more urgent and frantic.“Sometimes I’m afraid you’ll grow tired of me and all this will be over. You’ll go back to your life that you’re meant to live.”

  He kissed me deeply again before letting me into the car. I didn’t respond to his comment. A part of me didn’t know if that time would come either. As we drove back the short way to my house we both remained quiet.

  “You know you lost, right?” I asked him as we approached my house.

  “This just means I’ll need to double the teasing until this weekend,” he winked at me and I just rolled my eyes at him. He pulled in front of the house and I quickly stepped outside of the car, wrapping the shawl tightly around my shoulders against the cool night.

  “Are you going to go straight to sleep?” Warren asked as I stepped backward onto the sidewalk, feeling the soft, moist grass give under my sandals.

  “I think I’m going to take a bath first.”

  “Mmm, I wish I was there washing you,” he said.

  I wish he were too.“You can be there texting me sweet-nothings.”

  “I’ll take it,” he said smiling and I gently closed the door to his Explorer, watching him drive away. I walked back to our house with trepidation. This was the part I hated the most. Wondering if I finally got caught cheating on my husband and his wrath waited on the other side of the door. Or worse– his indifference.

  When I stepped into the house I was met with silence.

  2

  I grabbed my equipment bag and got to work early. I loved my day with Lilian and Warren hadn’t texted me the entire day. I knew he was giving me my time with my daughter. I traveled so much for work that my time with her was limited. But, now I was anxious and it had nothing to do with my job. One thing about working for a nationally syndicated magazine is that the office was mostly always bustling with activity. I got to work just after seven and the parking lot was half full. I waved to Stu, the security guard on duty and vaguely listened to the soft clicking that my flats made against the polished marble floors. I noticed that the top of Stus’ bald head was nearly as shiny as the floor and laughed to myself– making a mental note to point it out to Warren later.

  My phone chimed just as I got off the elevator to the eight floor.

  Have great news

  I responded to Warrens text.

  At the office. You here?

  I got to my desk when I received his response.

  Will be in late. Chuck will tell you.

  Charles Hill was my boss and I had no idea why he would have good news for me from Warren. The idea terrified me. Even though we both were employed byWorld Geography, we worked in different departments on different floors, which might as well have been different worlds.

  Warren and my husband both attended law school together. Warren graduating a year ahead of Zachary and it was because of their connection that I even had a chance at the magazine. Even then, with their connections, I barely managed to land the job. There were about a thousand people who wanted my position and about nine-hundred of them who were more qualified. That was seven years ago. Finding work as a photo-journalist wasn’t easy and if it weren’t for my husband and Warren I’d probably still be looking for a job.

  Charles Hill was a tough boss and even tougher on the new employee he was reluctant to hire. I spent the last seven years proving myself not only to my employers and colleagues, but to myself as well. One of those sacrifices was coming back to work just two weeks post-partum. There were consequences to that decision, though. One that only two people in my life knew about; Warren and my psychologist.

  After law school, my husband went into corporate law working for a major housing development company downtown and Warren went directly to Innis Communications as general counsel, or head of the legal department. Innis happened to own World Geography as well as eight other publications and six news stations. Innis Communications also happened to be headquartered on the twenty-second through twenty-sixth floors. In other words, Warren was a pretty big deal and if he ever came down to my floor to see me or the other way around, people would notice.

  He was a part of the Chief Executive team and also happened to be the youngest executive in the history of Innis Communications at the tender age of thirty-nine. Everyone knew who Warren Brown was and there was no reason for one of the‘big dogs’ to visit the Wheel. Yet, we found ways to steal time with each other, if even for a few minutes in a stairwell, the cafeteria downstairs, or the charming coffee cart on the first floor. I’m pretty sure that Gloria, our designated seventy year old coffee lady who loyally made the perfect non-fat latte every morning for me, was wising up to me and Warren. Fortunately, Gloria didn’t seem to care. No one knew that I got my job via the Warren Brown connection
, not even my boss. My boss only knew that the powers that be highly recommended me. Now, seven years later, he could not care less. I was his star employee and hoped to stay that way.

  The Wheel was what everyone in the building nicknamed the pandemonium of the eighth floor. It was constantly whirring with activity and earned its name due to all the moving parts. The six photo-journalists, including myself, reporters, field journalists, research department, editors, editor-in-chief, writers, and production were housed on the eighth floor. Circulation and advertising took up the ninth floor but could be reached by the creaky spiral staircase directly from our floor. I never quite figured out what the architect had in mind when designing it that way, but it just made the frenzy of the Wheel more chaotic and eclectic– a comfortable chaos that I had grown to love and revel in. It reminded me of the movie Superman and I could almost picture Clark Kent gushing over the love of his life, Lois Lane, just under the floor-to-ceiling black pane windows that made up the entire east and south wall. We even had the heavy oak desks and green shaded library lamps adorning each desktop. The smell of paper and ink still lofted through the air even though World Geography had not housed a printing press or typewriter for over a decade. As I made my way to my desk by the window I could hear the coffee machine bubbling its first brew of the day, mixed in with the sounds of the phones ringing, paper shuffling, and voices carrying over each other in conversation.

  Before Warren came into my life permanently, I fantasized that Superman would fly in and fall madly and helplessly in love with me, sweeping me off my feet and taking me to the skies during our coffee breaks.

  Then Warren came into my life.

  “Melanie King!”

  I nearly dropped my bag at the sound of my boss’s voice booming just behind me.

  “You’re here early.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Charles Hill, or as Warren was allowed to call him, Chuck, was exactly how you would imagine the editor-in-chief of a liberal-adventure publication to look like– a mixture of urban warfare, cut-throat, demeanor and Costa Rican hiker. Charles Hill had a presence that couldn’t be denied and was probably the only man in his position that could get away with wearing cargo pants, steel toe boots, and polo shirts to work in a prestigious high-rise building. I think he missed being out in the field because he always looked ready to go on the next assignment - regardless whether he spent the last seventeen years behind the desk.

  “How are those photos coming along from the marathon?”

  He never cared about the local mundane assignments the floor covered. Preferring to be more involved in the more pertinent stories. Who could blame him? Yet, his question about the marathon and his obvious nervousness set me on edge.“Almost done sir, I just have a few more to edit.”

  I heard my phone chime from my bag.

  “Do you need to get that?”

  I shook my head, hoping that my boss didn’t notice my blush. My phone chimed again.

  “Are you sure?”

  A third chime came again, making me nervous that something was wrong. I quickly looked at my phone just-in-case.

  I’m going to fuck you hard on my desk this weekend

  I hoped my boss didn’t see me blush and quickly shoved my phone deep in my bag, hopelessly fumbling with papers as a distraction.

  “Everything okay Ms. King?”

  “Yes, sir, everything is fine.” Was he just going to hang out by my desk all day? My phone chimed again.

  My boss raised his eyebrows curiously at me.“Well, Ms. King, I came by to let you know you’ll be on assignment on the 12th for approximately six days covering the 147thUN Session in Rome.”

  “Six days? Isn’t the session usually only two days?”

  “It is, but there’s a high-profile protest expected around the session due to the elections. I need you to cover it.”

  I nodded, but was still unsure what made my boss so uncharacteristically nervous. The trip was in ten days and it was typical of the coverage I did for the magazine.

  “There’s one more thing, Ms. King.”

  I looked up expectantly.

  “You’ll be traveling with Warren Brown.”

  I dropped the papers I had been fumbling around with to the floor. They seemed to slide helplessly across the linoleum floor. I lowered my head and took my time picking up the papers, struggling to reign in my embarrassment and shock. Charles Hill knealt down to help me clean up the hopeless mess.

  “I don’t understand, sir?” I whispered.

  Thankfully, he mistook my nervousness and his features softened from cut-throat boss to empathetic friend.

  “I don’t either Melanie. Usually they just send one of the newer legal counsel minions to oversee these sort of assignments. But, Mr. Brown personally requested to take this trip with you and Craig.”

  I just nodded along. Craig was the field journalist that I had worked with on several assignments. He was two years short of retirement and was easy to work with. He knew what he wanted and had grown past the diva stage that so many of the field journalists seemed to have. I preferred working with him and he seemed to think I was the only photographer worth a damn. So, it came as no surprise that we had been paired up on this assigned.

  As Innis Communications grew to a monstrous size, a company policy was put in place, before I came on board, to have legal accompany us on any political or challenging trip. An executive officer had never accompanied an assignment. Ever.

  I still hadn’t said anything and just continued to fiddle mindlessly with the papers that were now haphazardly stacked on my desk.

  “Melanie, you and Craig are the best I have. So I don’t need to remind you to stay on your A-game while out there. I want to make sure you leave an impression on Mr. Brown.”

  I wanted to hide under my desk.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Whatever he needs from you Melanie, you provide. Do you understand? I don’t know why one of the dogs are getting their noses in our assignments now, but it can’t be good and I want to make sure he comes back happy.”

  “I understand.” I blushed wildly.

  Charles looked like he wanted to say something else but fortunately finally left me alone at my desk as he headed back from wherever he came from. I dug frantically through my purse and found my phone– four messages.

  Im going to fuck you hard on my desk

  I already have something in my drawer to tie you up with

  Im bringing the blindfold too

  Chuck must be talking to you now. Ill bring the blindfold to Rome too.

  Im going to kill you! I quickly texted him back.

  Don’t want to go to Rome with me?

  I responded with a brief recap of the conversation I had with my boss and was awarded with several lol’s in a row followed by another text.

  Your boss is right, you should do everything I say.

  As I finished editing photos I thought about Rome with Warren and my heart soared. Then, just as quickly as my happiness peaked I thought about six days of being thousands of miles away from Lilian again and my heart already began to ache from missing her. My endless world of never-ending heartache and half-fulfilled moments of happiness. I sent a quick message to Zach about my new assignment and he responded with just one message.

  Ok

  I dove into my work over the next several hours and even worked through lunch. What normally would have taken me an hour was taking me all morning and part of the afternoon. If I wasn’t thinking about leaving Lilian again, I was thinking about being in Rome with Warren. Would we have any alone time? Would we risk staying in the same hotel room together? When I wasn’t thinking of Rome I was thinking about the weekend and promises of blindfolds.

  My phone chimed again, snapping me out of my daydreams.

  Left a note on your car. You probably should remove it before someone sees. ;)

  I jumped in my seat and looked around quickly. I hurried to the car, wondering why Warren was being so reckless
today. I saw the folded slip of paper underneath the windshield wiper and breath a sigh of relief. It didn’t stop me from running to the car and snatching the paper and opening it.

  I like the skirt you’re wearing. Easy access. I think you should bend over. - W.

  I gasped. But before I could turn around to see where Warren was. Because, clearly, he was watching me. I felt his weight against my back, pressing me against my car. My heart accelerated, pounding in my chest. I attempted to turn around to face him but he just pressed himself against me, pinning me forward. A small part of me wondered if maybe someone else stood behind me, guised as Warren. Yet, I knew better. The unknowing still sent a strange, invigorating thrill through me.

  His hand wrapped gently around my waist and I closed my eyes. This was so, so dangerous. His other hand reached down my right leg and lifted my skirt, revealing my bare bottom. His hand trailed around to my front and teased me tenderly and I sighed against him, half collapsing backward into his body. My senses were on high alert as I could smell his cologne. He trailed kisses down my neck and along my collarbone.

  “Melanie, do you want me?” he asked against my ear.

  I nodded.

  “Do you want me?” He slid his finger inside of me and a moan escaped me.

  “Yes, please,” I begged.

  He turned me around and I looked into his warm green eyes that sparkled in mischief in delight. Again, his fingers found his way inside me and teased me eagerly.

  “What are you doing to me?” I asked.

  “Everything you’ve already done to me.” He kissed me softly before stepping back.

  I still leaned against my car, my skirt crooked around my waist. But, I didn’t care.

  “I told you, Melanie. Until you are begging for it this weekend.” He smiled from ear to ear. If I could throw something at him I would.

  “Warren.” I couldn’t help but put my hands on my hips, as if I were scolding him.