"Lawrence is a part of our US division. Plus, I heard Marcus talking about it," he quickly adds. When did he and Marcus talk? I'm beginning to feel like there's something more going on here.
"Again, Duncan and I have been seeing each other for six months. As far as my dinner with Lawrence, I met him at his hotel's restaurant and we had a quick dinner before I went on shift. Nothing more. If he said there was more, he's wrong. My partner, Derek, even showed up." Jonathon looks at me thoughtfully. I look to Greg for confirmation.
"It's true. Derek was talking to me on the phone when he showed up to pick up Maya from the dinner. She only had dinner and left for a call with Derek. I believe that was one of the nights you made the news after the November shooting. Right, sweetheart?"
"Yes, a suicidal on the roof of the Watergate. I was called in just in case. We got him off without getting hurt," I say with little emotion. Greg reaches over and takes my hand, Duncan squeezes my thigh tightly.
"Maya, don't you practice Judaism? Isn't it against your religion to celebrate Christmas?" The whole table gasps and everyone turns to Jonathon as if his head is on fire. Maybe mylook is causing his head to burst into flames. Duncan and Greg both stand up immediately.
"Well, Jonathon, what I do or don't practice is my business." Ever since Duncan told him we were picking up Ana tomorrow he has decided to make me public enemy number one. I have strong shoulders, let’s go, asshole.
"Oi, Father, I think Maya and I are done eating. Ana, we will see you in the morning at eight to pick you up. Marcus, it was a pleasure seeing you again. Greg, pleased to meet you. Jonathon, do not ever try to insult Maya again." He reaches for my hand to help me up. I apologize as we walk to the door. I turn to see James and Greg following us.
"Kids, I'm very sorry. Please come over for dinner tomorrow, or call me and I'll meet you somewhere. As for your relationship, I couldn't be happier," James says as he kisses my cheek and then hugs Duncan.
"I agree. Duncan, thank you for giving her a smile I've never seen. As for the bastard in there, I'll take care of him. How about lunch tomorrow? Do you still want me to come to the solicitor's office with you, sweetheart?" Greg adds as he shakes Duncan's hand and then pulls me close.
"I should be okay. I'll text. Please let me tell Derek. Love you, Greg." He kisses me on the cheek and nods.
"Thank you, Dad, we'll be in touch." Duncan leads me to his car, where we leave and head to his place in Southbank.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
MAYA
"I'm sorry you felt we needed to leave, Duncan. I regret that I never told you about Greg or about my dinner with Lawrence." I'm worried he's upset with me.
"Baby, don't apologize. Jonathon was being a royal wanker. Besides, I want to head to the flat for a nice shag before dinner. As for Greg, you made up for it when you introduced me as your boyfriend. Are you sure he or his son isn't in love with you?" I smile at him and lean over in my seat.
"I'm sure. They love me, but not like that. Honey, we can still have a nice shag in this gorgeous car of yours." I stroke the leather seat and reach across the console to his leg.
"Baby, don't tempt me." His voice lowers with his arousal.
"Well, let me see what I can do to tempt you." I reach up under my short dress and start to pull my panties off. Even withthe slack in the seatbelt, this is hard, but I get them off and toss them at him. He groans as he sniffs them.
"Baby, you're going to cause us to be in an accident if you don't put these back on."
I push up my dress, almost exposing my pussy, and start rubbing my thighs and moaning.
"Honey, please, I need you so bad. I want your cock so far up inside me, please." I continue to rub up my thighs and seek out my labia, rubbing it before moving on to my clit. "Ahhh, Duncan, I'm so hot for you." He growls in reply and the engine accelerates.
"Baby, I'm going to spank you for this. Slip those fingers in yourself, then give them to me." I do as he says, pushing my fingers into myself. I drop my head back against the headrest, my eyes fall close as I bring myself to the brink.
"Now, Maya! Give me those fingers, now," he demands.
"I'm so close, babe. Let me come first," I beg.
He growls again and takes his hand off the gear shift to grab my arm.
"No, you will come on my lips or cock only."
"Oh," I groan as I feel myself starting to tighten. I let him pull my hand away and he pulls it to his lips. He sucks my fingers into his mouth and starts sucking off my juices.
"Ah God, baby, I’ve got to be inside you, now." He pulls into his parking garage, slams the car into park, and tilts his seat back. Then he unbuckles me, picks me up, and lifts me onto his lap.
"Honey, I need your cock." I pull up his shirt to get to his buckle. I undo his buckle, button, and then the zipper. He springs free, he went commando today. The whole time I'mmessing with his pants, he's pushing back my jacket and lifting my dress higher to get to my breasts.
"God, I love these tits. Get ready, you did this to me." He pushes me down onto his erection, both of us groaning as we feel the connection. I'm so drawn to this man, I'd give up so much for him, and that's what scares me the most. My knees are bent on each side of his hips and I start to ride him, this sexy car has been turning me on to do this. He's meeting each of my thrusts; when my orgasm hits, my thrusts slow down. He doesn't like that, so he uses his hold on my waist to lift me up and down harder on him. This prolongs my orgasm more and I arch my back into the steering wheel. He groans as he comes on the next thrust. I fall back and set the horn off. We both laugh as I jump.
