“James, please,” she said making him smile.
“Show me your bedroom and let me make you come. You’re still tense, you need to relax.” He teased her with his fingers.
“We really don’t have time for sex.” And although she knew she’d rather get lost in Jim they really didn’t have time.
“Just this once I will agree, but in the future you need to remember, there is always time for us to have sex.” He grinned. “Now, show me your bedroom.”
She frowned. “You just agreed we don’t have time.”
“For sex, but there is loads of time for me to see your bedroom and to make you come. I can do that really quickly.” He allowed his fingers to explore her making her moan deeply. “See. Don’t make me ask you again, Tasha, show me your bedroom.”
As they ran downstairs, Tasha smiled contentedly. “You are a very bad influence on me, Mr Maybury, and I like to be on time.”
“It’s not my fault. You make me reckless, not to mention late for lunch with your grandparents.”
She turned as she hit the remote key fob to open her car and shook her head at him. “You are so full of yourself.”
She was just about to open the door when he pressed her against the door.
“You prefer it when you are full of me, don’t you?”
She leaned up and kissed him. “You are still a bad influence on me. Now get in the car or we will be rudely late.”
He grinned down at her, unable to dispute his influence over her so just moved around to the other side of the car.
****
They were almost at her grandparents and after Jim told her that she drove too fast, too wide, too close and too aggressively, she said, “I think I will buy a new car.”
“Why? You won’t be here,” he said confused.
“No, when I get to L.A. I will keep my car here for a while for when I’m working here and then Dan can have it after he passes his test or I can sell it.”
“I can sort a car...” he started.
“No! You will get me something like yours and I want something girly, more me.”
He didn’t reply but was glad she was thinking about their future and making decisions for her life with him in L.A.
The gate across the driveway was open and her grandfather was tidying the front garden when they arrived.
“Nat,” he called as he enveloped her in his arms. “How is my favourite person in the whole, wide world?” He kissed her head gently.
“Late,” she replied.
“Don’t worry about that, you’ve given your grandma another half an hour to plump cushions and re-lay the table.” His laughter suggested he meant every word he said but also carried genuine warmth and love for his wife and her fussing. “Anyway, you look absolutely gorgeous. I almost didn’t recognise you wearing a dress,” he said, shocked.
“Ha-ha, you’re so funny, Grandpa. I can feel my sides splitting already,” she replied sarcastically, but knew he rarely saw her in anything other than jeans.
He playfully spanked her bottom, causing her to wince as Jim smiled at her.
“Sorry,” said Paul, “Mr Maybury, nice to meet you in person rather than via a computer.”
They shook hands, both offering a firm grip but slightly cautiously. “Jim, please, Mr Winters. I feel like I am at work when I’m Mr Maybury.”
“Ditto,” said Paul, his use of that single word reminded Jim of Tasha. “Paul.”
Paul took Tasha’s hand and led her into the house followed by Jim.
