"I tell you what, you can help get us clean and I'll make us breakfast. Although I should disinfect that worktop first." She scooted off the worktop taking my hand, still as naked as the day she was born and led me upstairs to the bathroom. It seemed like a fair deal to me.
***
We were sitting on the terrace drinking fresh orange juice in an effort to curb our coffee addictions when the anticipated group text instigated by Payton arrived on my phone. I groaned. As much as I adored my siblings – even though they annoyed the hell out of me at times – I wanted to spend the rest of the day with Vanessa, on our own. I wasn't ready to share her yet, even though she had known Claire and Maxwell longer than me. I wasn't sure either what we were to each other, outside of work at least. Three days was all we'd known each other and I wasn't stupid enough to say it felt like longer.
Payton:OXBO booked for 1.30pm. No excuses, and if you're hungover, Claire, they have bottomless prosecco to take away the pain.
Ava:Have you booked for me too? We're ahead of schedule so I can make it.
Payton:I assumed you were coming whether you were ahead of schedule or not. Any plus ones while the restaurant manager still likes me?
Ava:Carey, please. And Maxwell needs to keep his distance from her. She's a friend and therefore off limits.
Claire:I'm (surprisingly) not hungover but always up for bottomless prosecco. Amelie is coming too.
I wasn't sure how to phrase my response. I also wasn't sure whether or not Vanessa would want to go even though she hadn't protested when I'd mentioned it before. "Do you have any plans for this afternoon?"
She looked up from her iPad. "I'm free. I know you mentioned Sunday lunch with your family but don't feel you have to include me."
"Do you want to go? It's booked for OXBO and if you've not been before it's really good," I said. OXBO was one of my favorites with its bottomless Sunday lunch. "Don't feel obligated though."
"Do you want me there?"
"Really? After last night and this morning, you need to ask?" She was leaning into me, her hair smelling of the coconut shampoo I'd used to wash it and the lime body wash I'd used for everywhere else. I hadn't planned on being inside her again when we showered but having her naked and my hands over her skin wasn't going to lend itself to any period of abstinence.
She shrugged, putting down her iPad. "No, I think you want me to go. We've spent the weekend together; I think you've imprinted yourself on my skin. But going for Sunday lunch with your family is going to lead to them asking questions and while I'm pretty sure Maxwell and Claire especially will not be bothered that I'm working for you or that you and Seph are representing me against he who shall not be named on your property, it does put us out there as having more than just a business relationship."
She was right; I had already considered it, then ignored it. "They don't need to be told we've spent the night and this morning together. They know – or Payton knows – that I was doing something at a museum yesterday so the chances are between her and Claire they've put two and two together. But only we have the details."
Vanessa nodded. "That means you can't be touching me every three seconds and we might be best not sitting next to each other." My hand was around her waist, fingers dipped into the waistband of her skinny jeans. I kissed between her neck and shoulder where I had already left a few marks and felt a shot of pride at having branded her.
"No one will notice."
She laughed. "They definitely will. Come on, Jacks, we need to give ourselves some space with no pressure. You might wake up tomorrow and think this was a bad idea."
I knew I wouldn't. I was hoping I'd wake up tomorrow with her again, if two nights on the run was acceptable having only known each other such a short time. "I doubt it, but it might not be a bad idea to keep it subtle and not look like I've spent most of the night and the morning inside you." And as soon as I said it I was needing her again.
"I promise you can be inside me again if you keep it subtle while we're with your family for lunch," she said, wriggling from my hold and straddling me. She was wearing a loose vest, making it easy for me to slide my hands under it and onto her breasts.
"Jackson," she said, her tone reprimanding but her tits pushed forward into my hands. "It's only been two hours since the shower."
"So, why are you sitting so close to my cock?"
"So, I can kiss you. But second base is as far as we're going right now. Let's have a walk by the river on our way to the restaurant, stop for a glass of wine or something on the way. I'll let you hold my hand," she smiled sweetly and I glared, lightly pinching her nipples.
"You need to get off me then, otherwise I'll have those jeans off you and you sitting on my cock, riding me hard," I muttered into her ear. "In fact, if I slid my hand down I bet I'd find you wet and ready to go already."
She backed off me, laughing. "Yes, you're right. I'm soaking wet and I will be all day. That's what happens when you ride bareback, especially more than once."
"Fuck." I stood up and pulled her to me, kissing the top of her head. I liked the fact I had left my mark inside of her, that my come would be there all day. "That's all I'll be able to think about while we'll eating. You sitting there with my come still... fuck. I don't think you know how much you affect me."
"No, but I canfeelhow much I affect you..." She stroked me between the legs and I sat back down.
"You need to tone it down woman, else you'll be even wetter while you're eating your Sunday roast." I picked up my phone, noticing that there were several more comments added to the conversation.
Maxwell:Any particular reason you've opted for OXBO, Payts?
Payton:Fuck off, brother.
