Page 23 of Secret Desire
“You should bring your new girl toy to dinner sometime,” Ariel said. “You know we’re all dying to meet the woman who has you so distracted.”
Suddenly the bread on my plate seemed fascinating.
“You know, it’s okay for me to have some things that are private,” Maeve said in the haughty ice queen voice she used in difficult business meetings.
“No it’s not,” Grace shot back. “I told you guys when I kissed Nicole for the first time.”
“You didn’t tell us when you two broke up though, did you?” Maeve shot back.
Grace rolled her eyes. “I was too upset to talk.”
Nicole leaned over and whispered something in her ear and they both giggled softly. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
“I’m just saying, there’s no reason to hide her from us,” Ariel said. “We don’t care what her job is or if she’s hideously ugly or deformed or whatever the problem is.”
“She is not hideously ugly. Or deformed,” Maeve said in exasperation. “It’s new, and we’re taking our time. Now can we change the subject please?”
Ariel leaned over me to give my boss a long look. “It’s just not like you to be secretive Maeve, but we’ll back off. For now.”
My eyes met Theo’s across the table. His gaze bounced between me and Maeve before looking away again, obviously pleased at this turn of events. Unfortunately I knew not everyone would be this happy for us.
Maeve shifted next to me, until her leg pressed against mine underneath the table. There were a few more people at dinner than usual, and our chairs were all shoved together pretty close to make room for everyone. I shot her a quick look, then turned my attention back to my food.
The last couple of weeks had been great. Almost perfect. Maeve came over after work and we ate dinner together. Sometimes we’d cook, and sometimes she’d bring food or we’d order takeout. After dinner we’d read or watch TV or just talk until we fell into bed. Our lovemaking was just that… making love. It only got better as we learned each other’s bodies and how to bring each other the maximum amount of pleasure.
As good as the sex was though, I enjoyed just hanging out with her. Despite our seven year age gap, we never ran out of things to talk about, and I loved that I could make her laugh. Maeve had always been super serious, and being able to lighten her up felt like an accomplishment.
Although neither of us liked sneaking around, we’d mastered the art of segmenting our time together so it didn’t bleed over intowork or social events like this. Other than the secret touching, of course.
Making sure no one was looking in my direction, I slowly dropped my palm on Maeve’s thigh, stroking my fingers against her soft skin. She was deep in conversation with Nicole, but I felt her shudder at my touch. I wondered if she was remembering how I did the exact thing up in the VIP room after the last Found Family Dinner.
Slowly, carefully, I shifted my fingers down to the inside of her thigh. When Maeve parted her legs, I knew she was giving me the go-ahead, so I kept moving.
I pretended to listen to the conversation around me, even as all my attention was on what was happening underneath the tablecloth. My pinkie finger rubbed against the damp fabric of her crotch, and I heard Maeve inhale sharply before covering it up by taking a drink of her wine.
Using just my pinkie, I moved back and forth, stroking her pussy through the fabric. When I teased against the elastic at the side, Maeve snapped her thighs closed tight, trapping my hand in between them.
I leaned closer and whispered into her ear. “I should make you come right here in front of everyone.”
“Behave,” she hissed, but she relaxed her legs again.
I turned my wrist to get a better angle, and started stroking my fingers across her panties, pressing the fabric tight against her cunt. Her panties quickly went from slightly damp to soaking wet, and I felt like a conquering hero knowing that I was secretly unraveling her right here at dinner. Maeve was rolling her hips slightly, chasing the pressure of my fingers, and when I glanced down, her nipples were hard points against the thin fabric of her dress.
I’d never been one for exhibitionism, but I was half tempted to drop down beneath the table and eat her out until she was screaming my name in front of everyone. Just the thought of it made me press my own thighs together tight, desperate to release the pressure building up inside me.
Maeve and I both jumped as Ariel called Maeve’s name, breaking me out of my lust-filled stupor. This was getting out of hand and I knew it, so I reluctantly moved my hand back to my own thigh.
“What did you say?” Maeve looked a little dazed, and I saw my sister narrow her eyes, trying to figure out what was wrong.
“I asked if you’d responded to Artie Jacobson’s email proposal,” my sister repeated.
“Oh. Uh. No. I’ll do it tonight,” Maeve answered.
“Okay thanks.”
Subtly I scooted my chair closer to my sister, wanting to have a little space between me and Maeve so I’d keep my hands to myself. Based on the amused look she sent me, Maeve knew exactly what I was doing.
We finished dinner and headed to the nightclub for the dancing part of the evening. I’d never been much for dancing, but this group mostly danced together, so it was fun to let go and not worry about what people thought of my lack of skills.
