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It took another five minutes to pull off the motorway, and then find a country lane with an entrance to a field that offered enough shielding. I put the car in park as she unclipped both our seat belts and straddled me. I pushed my seat back as far as I could. She pulled her panties to one side and without any words, guided my cock inside her.
“I’ve never fucked in a Bentley before,” she said, moaning at the same time.
“There’s a first time for everything.”
She rose and fell. I met her halfway. She sunk her teeth into the side of my neck and gripped my hair with her hands. I held her hips guiding the pace, moaning along with her. The scent of sex and arousal filled the car and that hardened me more.
“Oh, my God, Alex.” Gabriella moaned out the words as she came. I felt her muscles contract and I let go too. I’d been trying so desperately to hold back, wanting her to orgasm first.
She leaned her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck. “That’s the first car sex I’ve ever had. Can you believe that?”
“Well, my Lady, it’s a first for me too,” I replied.
Getting back into her seat wasn’t as easy or as gracious as it had been when she’d managed to leave it. She laughed and her cheeks reddened particularly when I handed her a tissue from the side pocket to wipe the seat with.
“Although I don’t care if you leave your mark on my calf leather seat, this is going in for a service tomorrow.”
“You make me sound like a tomcat,” she said, laughing some more.
I reversed the car from the farm track, and we managed to find our way back to the motorway. I gently nudged Gabriella awake when we pulled up outside her house.
Sleepily, Gabriella climbed the stair to the bedroom while I headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I was still buzzing and although the caffeine was most certainly not needed, it was welcome. It was then I noticed a missed call and a text message from Harry.
Think I might need a meeting with you and Mackenzie Miller. Can you arrange somewhere discrete?
Despite the time, I texted back.
I can. I’ll message details tomorrow.
I puzzled on what it could be that he wanted to meet about and assumed it had something to do with Gabriella’s mugging. She hadn’t been invited to the meeting, so I wondered if he wanted to discuss the reasons for the detective’s questions. I sipped my drink as unease washed over me. The coffee gave me heart palpations; at least I was blaming the caffeine.
I headed up to the bedroom to find Gabriella asleep and curled up on her side. I undressed and quickly showered, then joined her. She snuggled into me, pushing one of her legs between mine.
I didn’t sleep well at all. I tossed and turned which disturbed Gabriella, so I decided to get up and dressed. I packed all my things and took them downstairs ready to send to the dry cleaners. Having found a pad and pen in a utility drawer, I left Gabriella a note.
Good morning, my beautiful.
I’ve left early for a meeting and taken my things for cleaning. Call me when you wake up. And, Gabriella, thank you. It’s been wonderful to stay with you, but I know you need a little space to get yourself back in love with your home. Last night’s car sex – I’m assuming you don’t have a cleaner who likes to read notes, if you do, hi - was mind blowing.
Speak soon, Alex.
It wasn’t quite dawn when I backed my car from her drive.
Chapter Eleven
“Morning, so where is this meeting being held?” Mackenzie asked, as he took a seat. I had been waiting for him in a coffee shop not far from the offices.
“Sandler and Sons. No one is going to bother us there,” I added.
Sandler and Sons was a wine producer in London. I had taken Gabriella there and it was where I stored my investment wines. I’d called to see if I could book a tasting room, without the tasting, for a private meeting. It had been agreed. Coffee would be provided at an exorbitant cost, but it was always paid. If ever there was a need for a private venue they could offer it. They had a back door and tight, reliable security.
Harry was a fan, and clearly a member since he was there before us. He rose from a chair and walked, holding out his hand. Mackenzie shook it first, then I.
“Chaps, we’ve had a rather interesting development. I’ve kept this quiet for the moment, otherwise we’re going to have all sorts of agencies over us. What do you know about this Jeremy Daughton you told me about?” he asked, addressing me.
“Not a thing. Stanton thought I might want to take him on as a client. I declined, obviously,” I replied. Mackenzie looked at me and I couldn’t remember if I’d told him, so I recalled my meeting with Stanton at the club.
“Have you heard of the name?” Harry asked Mackenzie. He shook his head.
