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"What?" I squeal. "Who is this guy? When did you start seeing him? And why didn't you tell me?"
"You're not the only one who can keep a secret, doll," he says. He breaks out his phone and shows us pictures, and I ooh and ahh appropriately as I listen to the details about his new love, while Gaige slides his arm around my shoulder.
It feels comfortable, being here with Gaige. It's only been a week since everything happened, but it feels like Gaige and I have been together forever.
When Daniel stops mid-conversation because the new boyfriend calls him, Gaige leans over and whispers in my ear. "You're not wearing panties, are you?"
I slap him on the arm. "It's happy hour," I say. "I came from the office. Of course I'm wearing panties. "
"Go take them off in the bathroom," he says.
"No," I whisper, glancing at Daniel across the table. "Stop. You're being bad. "
His warm breath on my ear raises goosebumps on my neck. "I'm about to be very bad," he says softly. "Now, get up, go to the bathroom and take off your panties, and bring them to me. And I'll make you come on the way home. "
His words send heat flowing through my body, just like every other time. "Fine," I say, sliding off my barstool. Gaige runs his hands along my hips and over my ass, giving it a playful slap. "We're in public, stop. "
He leans in close, his voice gravelly. "We need to get out of public soon," he says.
"Are you leaving?" Daniel looks up from his cell phone.
"Restroom," I say. "I'll be back in a minute. "
When I return, I slip my panties into Gaige's pocket and kiss him on the cheek. He pulls me against him and I can feel his erection through his jeans, begging for my attention. "We just paid the check," he says.
"Oh my God, you guys are like a couple of teenagers with the kissy face and shit," Daniel says.
"I've been around you and too many of your dates to even listen to you complain," I tell him as we walk out of the restaurant. "And you're much less tasteful than we are. "
"It's true," Daniel says. "Happy hour next week and I'll bring the new boyfriend?"
"Definitely. "
Gaige walks around to the passenger side of his car to open the door for me, but pauses with his hand on the handle. He spins me around and pushes me roughly up against the side of the car, running his palm down waist and over my hips. "I want to fuck you right here, right now," he says, his tongue flicking over the sensitive place just below my earlobe.
"In the middle of the parking lot of the restaurant?" I murmur. "That's not a way for us to stay out of the tabloids. " A few days ago, my father's PR person issued a statement about me and Gaige's relationship, clarifying for the public at large that we had my father's support and that since we weren't actually related and hadn't even grown up together, it was basically a non-issue. It made a few more tabloids, and a few people stood outside of Marlowe Oil with signs protesting the fact that an "incest-loving" CEO was running the company, but that was pretty much the extent of it. Still, my father's expressed words were, "Please don't do anything that would cause public scandal for the next few weeks, at least, so I don't end up in an early grave. "
And Gaige's hands all over me in the middle of this parking lot where anyone could catch us certainly counts like it would count as causing potential public scandal.
Gaige groans as he steps away from me and opens the car door. "I won't touch you here," he says. "But this is what's going to happen. I'm going to put you in this car, and on the way home I'm going to make you come on my fingers. Then you're going to walk that pretty little ass down to the guesthouse and we're going to finish what never got started in Tokyo. You're going to drop to your knees before the door even closes, and suck me until I come in that pretty little mouth of yours. "
"And then what?" My heart races, and the throbbing between my legs is already insistent.
He gestures toward the car. "Sit down, darlin'," he orders. "I'll tell you on the way home. "
Gaige pulls out of the parking lot, but doesn't even wait a moment until he gets started. "Pull that skirt up over your thighs," he orders.