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My cum lands on his skin, streaking the gorgeous bud, and Oliver moans as if it gives him pleasure too.
I bit my fist when I came. Panting, I watched my cum drip down the door.
God, how pathetic was I?
6
OLIVER
It was just as I’d thought. The town plans and zones barely reflected reality anymore. If there was any hope we could coax just a couple of businesses into Beauville, we needed to rethink the zoning. Aside from the tiny square and a short part of Main Street, everything in the center was residential areas only, while other parts of town had no planning at all.
I sent a few emails and called a firm in Green Peaks to ask for a quote, but they would surely be too expensive. On Tuesday, Mr. Hughes came to the town hall, and I spent the day going through old budgets with him, so I had to put my other efforts on pause. I was itching to ask Frey if he’d read my strategy, but he didn’t show up. According to Jesse, he was out with Morris, checking the progress on the fiber optic installation and talking to the residents about it.
In the evening, I went to have dinner at the pub. It wasn’t because I wanted to see Frey since he’d managed to avoid me at work. I wanted to do some reconnaissance. As the sheriff, my dad had met nearly everyone in Beauville, but Jordykneweveryone. And he told me that he’d served beer to an architect who had rented a cabin on the edge of town for a few weeks this summer.
“What’s his name?”
“Something with M. Mason? Masterson?”
I sighed. “I’ll have to go knock on his door, won’t I?”
Jordy grinned. “Nope. There he is.” He pointed at a slim, bespectacled gentleman who had just entered the pub.
I got lucky. Mr. Masterson loved Beauville and wanted to buy a cottage here before he retired in a couple of years. When I told him we needed rezoning, he got into a detailed explanation about careful urban development in small communities, and I was cheering on the inside. I’d had a great consultation on the town’s zoning, and it had cost me one beer.
“If the mayor wants to talk more, give him my number.”
“What are your hourly rates? I’m afraid I’ll need a quote.”
“Give me your email address. We can agree on something reasonable since it’s the public sector, right?”
We said goodbye, and I ran home and wrote down everything Mr. Masterson said before I forgot.
Mixed-use development in the center, design guidelines on new development, limited commercial corridors, low-impact tourism, and conservation.
I reviewed the notes and sent them to Frey right away. Then I glanced at the clock and grimaced. He was going to think I was such an overachiever. Who sent work emails at eleven p.m.?
But I didn’t take the job just to make heart eyes at the mayor. I was determined to make a difference.
When I arrived at the office the next day, Jesse and Frey stood in the corridor, Frey’s huge form blocking it.
I took one look at Frey’s grim face and balked.
“What’s going on?”
“Shall we take it in there?” Jesse pointed at the door to Frey’s office.
“Might as well,” Frey grumbled. He walked in first and headed straight for the window. He opened it wide.
“It’s not that hot today, is it?” Jesse commented, but Frey ignored him.
I was glad for the open window. Breathing in Frey’s powerful scent didn’t help my focus.
“You look like someone’s died,” I said. Their faces remained grave, and I put my fingers over my stupid mouth. “Did someone die?”
“Hughes sold the forest,” Jesse said.
It took me a second to decode the non sequitur. “The chunk of land behind the church? That forest?”
