“Do it,” he whispered.
The finger slipped inside, just the tip, or enough of it to curve and touch on his prostate. He came instantly, no secondary massage needed, he shot his load all the way down my throat, I was gulping it down the way I could an icy water in the Miami heat. I even licked the shaft clean, and watched him twitch from the way I wagged my tongue against the underside of his cock. I received a secondary droplet of cum as my reward.
***
For the second time, Maya walked in on us on the sofa in the morning. We had been cuddled up for a while, we eventually slept, although not sure if Donovan did more than just close his eyes.
“I see you found a new bed,” Maya chuckled. Spinning in front of us, showing the way her silk dressing gown fanned. “Is breakfast ready? I remember what I did last night. I just hope I don’t get into trouble for it.”
Donovan was rushing around trying to look professional. “Yes, breakfast has been added to the food in the dining room,” he said quickly, trying to hide the fact he was in sweatpants shorts, standing behind the sofa. “Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with.”
She shook her head. “Are you going to have breakfast with me?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’m going to get dressed, and then I will.”
“Oh my god, come on, it’s the morning, nobody wants you in a suit all day, must be annoying as hell,” she said, gesturing with a hand thrown out. “Anyway, come have breakfast with me.Then, I need you for another trip outdoors.” She clapped twice excitedly. “It’s gonna be fun.”
I hated seeing myself and my behavior in her, especially when I knew how much Donovan hated being bossed around—this actually must’ve been his hell. He didn’t say anything back, just nodded and stopped hiding behind me.
“It’s protocol to be dressed professionally,” Donovan said as we walked into the dining room with so much food—far too much for just the three of us to eat. “But I suppose it stops me from getting syrup all over my nice clothes.”
“Exactly,” Maya said. “Oh, they’ve prepared an entire fruit section. Pancakes!” She walked around the table of food. “Scrambled egg. Oh my god. Are these acai bowls? I’m in heaven.”
Every interaction made it feel like she was me, loving all the perks of richness—but not knowing how to behave around it. I was mentally going around the table, screaming inside about all the food they had.
“They’ve given us an industrial-sized coffee dispenser too,” she said, at a table against the wall there were two large silver hot water and coffee urns.
I raced right to them. “If I knew they brought coffee in, I’d have been in here sooner.”
“It doesn’t have thatcoffeesmell in the room, which I kinda enjoy,” she said, pouring black coffee into a mug. “You’ll want to use plenty of sugar.”
Donovan must’ve heard because I felt his heat ray gaze burn right through me. “I like it bitter,” I told her. I had grown to enjoy the taste of black coffee—no sugar, mostly because that’s all Donovan had let me have, and the added bonus of him looking at me with a smile to see I was following his orders. I got it again.
We sat down to eat and I made sure not to pig out. I knew I had a lot to process and I wasn’t going to starve or eat my feelings, I needed that happy middle ground, wherever Maya was right now—except se was probably stabilized by the wine.
A knock came at the front door, sending Donovan into action mode. “I’ll get it,” he chair screeched as he left. it. I watched under the guise of staying behind to protect Maya.
There wasn’t much chatter at the door, and neither of us had our comms in. He had his gun out, and was ready to fire. From my view, he disappeared when he walked towards the front door
“Hi, I’m from Martin & Beck,” a voice came.
Maya jumped from her chair before running to the door. “My lawyers,” she said.
“Lawyer,” the voice corrected. “Maura Beck. I’m only here because the partners would like to talk with you. Alone.”
She nodded. “Ok. Sure, I’ll go get—”
As I walked closer, it was a woman dressed in a suit. She had a messenger bag cross body. She pulled something out of it, and Donovan’s hand was still firmly on his gun.
“It’s going to be a video call,” she said. “And it’s just for you and me.”
Maya waved at me and Donovan. “They’re my protection detail, I have to bring them in.”
She shook her head. “They can stand outside the room. This is important, Maya.”
“Got it, the FBI have taken all the boxes, and someone is going through and fact checking my article as well,” she said. “So, soon, even if—”
The woman stopped her with the raise of her hand. “I’m sorry, can we go somewhere now?” she asked. “Everyone at Martin & Beck appreciates your business, but please appreciate the time. We’ve got a lot to go through.”
