Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MAYA
I'm so excited and turned on to see Duncan. I was practically walking on clouds through my shift; the captain asked me if I was high. I laughed at him and said I had big plans for the holidays. I actually packed a real suitcase and some dresses.
I have several surprises for Duncan. Checking in at the airport was fun; I got to use my new certifications to carry a sidearm on the plane. Of course, that meant I was acting as a second to the air marshal in the first-class cabin.
As I walk out of the secure area of the airport into the crowded arrivals area, I see Duncan towering over everyone.
He looks better than I remember. He’s wearing dark jeans with a maroon pullover sweater.
His hair has grown out and hangs around his ears.
His eyes are boring into me. That spark is still there.
I want to do the movie running leap into his arms but control myself.
"Maya, baby. God, I missed you." His arms come around me and hold me to him.
He bends down to sniff my hair and then pulls me up to press our bodies together, my feet dangling.
Our mouths slam together, kissing like there's no tomorrow.
His tongue is marking every part of my mouth.
I feel his erection against me. I want to wrap my legs around him here in front of everyone.
One of his hands is on my ass, the other is gripping my ponytail.
He pulls back and looks into my eyes. I smile shyly at him. I've missed him so much.
"Baby, we aren't waiting another three months to see each other. I feel like I'm going to have marks from my zipper on my cock. No more Skype or sexting, just you and me together for the next two weeks."
"Yes, Duncan. I've missed you so much. Please, get me out of here. I need you," I say breathlessly.
"You don't have to ask twice." He puts me down and grabs my suitcase in one hand and my hand in his other. His long legs start eating up the distance to the parking garage.
"Honey, slow down, my legs aren't as long as yours, plus I have heels on."
He looks at me from toe to top of my head. Under my father's soft leather bomber jacket, I'm wearing a black wrap dress with a pair of sky-high fuck me calf boots. He groans and then growls at me when he looks me from head to toe again.
"No slowing down, you either keep up or I'm throwing you over my shoulder. I need to be buried inside you in the very near future or I'll be permanently unmanned."
"Okay, honey." I giggle and speed up, my steps trying to keep pace.
We make it to the garage, where no one is around. He stops, grabs me by the waist, and hoists me over his shoulder. I'm being carried like a sack of potatoes while he runs with my rolling luggage to a Rover. My pony-tailed hair is hanging down almost to the ground.
"Hey, where's the DBS? I was hoping to get lucky in that car."
"Baby, I knew you'd have luggage, plus this way, if I don't make it home, I can pull over and pull you into the back."
I laugh again, the happiness to finally being here with him is almost overwhelming. I was anxious we might get bored with each other and we'd just become good friends. He puts me down by the passenger door, pushes me up against the vehicle, and starts kissing me again.
"I need to get you out of this damn airport." He opens the door and lifts me in, then loads my luggage in the back.
We head out into the London traffic and I think we're heading for the hotel when I realize we're driving in the opposite direction.
"Where are we going?" I ask confused.
"My place."
"Duncan, I can't stay with you."
Greg will be flying in to attend meetings in a couple of days. We're staying at the same hotel. How will I explain Duncan to him and to Derek?
"Yes, you can, and you will. Remember surfaces."
"What about your father and Ana?" What about my friends, I want to say.
"Who cares, I'm going to tell them tomorrow, fuck this. I'm bloody tired of hiding."
"Duncan, please."
"Baby, when you say, 'Duncan, please,' all I want to do is ram my cock into you." I groan.
"Honey, I know I tell you that when I want your cock in me.
But right now, I don't want to hurt you or our family.
Your family is like my family. James and Ana are some of the only family members I have left.
" I also want to prevent him from knowing about my stalker.
The last time I was in London I got deliveries, and I'll probably get them again.
I'm still getting them back home. I don't like the thought of him getting hurt because of me.
"I know, baby, but think how hurt Ana will be when she does finally find out. I don't plan to end this anytime soon. Do you?" He turns to look at me.
"I want to be with you. I wish it were easier and we could see each other more, but for now, this is the way it has to be. We both love our jobs and our cities."
We pull into a garage and I see his DBS parked in a spot. I love that car. I don't have one but maybe someday. I drive my badass truck right now because it's practical. He jumps out. Before I can get my door open, he's yanked it open, reached into unbuckle me, and has me in his arms.
"I can walk, Duncan." He's practically running for the elevator. "Hey, my luggage."
"I walk faster than you can, no time to go slow. Your luggage is fine, I'll get it later. I need to be inside you, I can't even see straight. It’s a wonder I didn't wreck the car on the way here."
I laugh. "Okay, honey."
"I'm sorry, baby, this is going to go fast this first time."
"It's okay, you aren't hearing me complain. Besides, we have two weeks."
We come to the elevator and as soon as we're inside, he turns me to straddle his hips and pushes me into the corner. His hands rub into my leather bomber jacket, right to my gun.
"Honey, how'd you get on a plane with this?"
"I can conceal and carry on a plane now." I kiss his neck and slide my tongue up the column to his chin, then take a bite before leaning in for a kiss.
"You'll be explaining that later, but first...wearing a dress was a splendid idea. Bloody hell, Maya, you're going to make me come in my jeans if you don't stop."
I giggle, waiting for him to find the first part of his surprise. His hand glides up my left thigh when it encounters my completely naked pussy. He groans.
"Baby, please tell me you didn't fly on a plane like this."
"No, I stopped into a restroom to freshen up and change."
"I'm definitely going to have zipper marks from that image. No wonder it took you so long to come out of security."
"Better hurry then." I laugh and wiggle against him.
"Stop, Maya, I'm about to hit the emergency stop in this elevator."
"Honey, there's a camera." I nod to the opposite corner.
"Yes, there is, but I know the security company and the owner of the building. I almost forgot we're having dinner with my boss, Joshua, tomorrow night."
"Uh, okay. I have a job and we discussed this before. I have a friend flying over in a couple of days who wants to have dinner with me, would you like to come?" This is a huge step for me.
"My boss wants to meet you. Joshua is very interested in the woman who’s had me celibate for the last three months.
Of course, I wish to meet your friend. Is she a cop too?
" He continues to rub my folds and I'm moaning as we talk.
His fingers don't enter me or play with my clit, they torture me by just rubbing my labia lips.
"No, he works for the Secret Service and is a friend of your father's, remember us talking about Greg?
As for dinner with Joshua, alright, honey.
By the way...the elevator stopped." He has been so focused on my lack of panties he didn't notice we stopped.
He whirls around with me in his arms and runs down the hall.
"Grab my keys from my front pocket." I unlock the door. "Push 457392 into the keypad," he says as the alarm beeps. He kicks the door closed and I find my ass on a table right in the hall by the closet.
"Surface number one, baby," he says as I giggle again. We've sexted several times about the surfaces he wants to take me on. I slide my jacket off and then my holster. I hand him the gun. "Damn, baby, that's so hot."
"If you think that's hot, wait until you see what else I'm packing," I say.
I reach toward the waist of my dress and untie it.
As my dress falls open, his eyes focus on my breasts.
They’re barely contained in the low-cut demi bra, and then his eyes fall on my garter belt holding my stockings up.
When his eyes narrow on the knife in my right nylon, he groans, pulls it out and puts both the knife and gun into the coat closet.
I pull my boot knife from my boot and hand him it.
"Bugger me! What the hell are you trying to do, kill me?"
"I went shopping at Victoria's Secret and was thinking of you the whole time." He groans and undoes his belt, followed by his jeans. I reach for him and pull the sweater over his head, then his T-shirt. He tugs me to the edge of the table, his pants have dropped around his ankles.
"Lie back, baby." He lies over me and sucks a nipple through the very sheer lace of my bra. He then notices the small knife clipped to my bra. "Baby, you like knives?" he asks, then sucks my nipple harder.
"Ahhh, yes." He pulls back with a pop, yanks me off the table, and pulls my dress off my arms to fall to the floor. He flips me over and grabs my ponytail, pulling my head back. Duncan kisses me as he enters me from behind. We both groan.
"Oh, baby, you're so tight. I've waited months to be inside you."
"Oh. Duncan. Please." I pant.
"That's it, baby, told you what that does to me." He pushes all the way in. At this angle, it feels like he's touching my soul.
"Now, Duncan. Fuck me now," I beg. He stops and lies on my back, my hair still wrapped around one of his wrists.
"No, baby, I'm making love to you now. Rough but still making love, no more fucking."
"Argh, PLEASE, DUNCAN, MOVE NOW!" I yell, my voice cracking with need.
He pulls out and rams into me again, we both groan. He repeats it several times. The torture of the long thrusts has me on edge. The table begins to move slightly. I feel the orgasm building. My hands go behind me to grab him. I need just a little more.
"Please, Duncan, I'm so close. I need something more," I beg.
He pulls back slightly and with his other hand smacks my ass and then rubs the spot.
"That's for trying to break up with me," he growls.
"OH GOD, YES, DUNCAN!" I scream as I come so hard I see stars. My vaginal muscles spasm around his cock. He starts groaning and growling.
"MAYA, BABY, YES!" he yells as he comes. I feel him pulsing inside me and his movements have become erratic and uneven, as if he can't stop himself from still pumping into me.
We lie there for a while catching our breath. He pulls out of me and steps out of his shoes and pants. He turns me over and unhooks the bra with the knife still attached, then my stockings. He reaches down, unzips my boots and slides them and my stockings off. I unhook the garter belt.
"Come on, baby, you want to sleep? We can take a nap, then we can play some more.
We have many more surfaces to christen. We also need to talk about you walking around London loaded for war, plus a few other things.
" I giggle and go to stand. He picks me up, grabs my purse, and carries me into his room.
I ignore his last statement because I don’t feel like explaining now. I just want to be in his arms to sleep and be with him.