Quarterback's Secret Baby(130)

I giggled and walked ahead of him into the rarefied air of the restaurant, very conscious of his hand firmly on the small of my back. Before that night I'd always found the idea of spending hundreds of dollars on a single meal faintly absurd, even for people who could afford it. But it was perfect - a series of moving parts all working together so well that it almost appeared effortless. I ordered salmon carpaccio to start and Darach had caviar.

We talked over our meal, only stopping when some new, wonderful thing was brought to the table and I had to take a few minutes to marvel over how delicious it was. Darach told me that he'd hired a new lawyer, one based in London this time and specializing in family law.

"Diane is going to be charged with fraud - Declan, the gardener, has agreed to testify against her in exchange for not being charged. The lawyer is almost certain Diane is going to prison but at the very least she's already lost her temporary custody of Cameron - she can only see her in Scotland now and it has to be supervised."

"I bet she won't come," I said, certain that Diane wouldn't bother making an effort to see her child if the opportunity to pour poison into her ears wasn't there.

"No, she won't. I would be very surprised if Diane ever showed her face at Castle McLanald ever again, actually."

I suddenly remembered the recording on my phone and asked Darach if he - or the police - still had it.

"Yes, the police gave it back and I brought it with me - it's back at the hotel with my things."

I told him about the conversation with Cameron that I'd recorded and asked if it might help the custody case if Diane ever tried to fight it. Darach was grim-faced.

"I always assumed it was something like that. But Cameron would just clam up whenever I tried to coax her into talking to me about what her mother was telling her."

"But you said she seems much happier now, right?" I asked and Darach nodded.

"Yeah, she's tearing around like she used to, getting into everything - the only thing she'd change is having you back, you know."

I couldn't wait to see Cameron again. But in the meantime, I had her father all to myself.

Darach leaned over the table at one point after watching me eat my first oyster:

"We have to get out of here, Jennifer. I'm so hard I'm going to have to walk out with my jacket held in front of me like a horny schoolboy."

I could see from the slightly glazed look in his blue eyes that he wasn't joking.

"Are you?" I asked, teasingly.

Instead of answering Darach picked up his phone and dropped it under the table, making sure it landed close to my chair.

"Oh dear, can you get that for me?"

A waiter appeared out of nowhere but I waved him away and bent down to grab the phone myself. A quick glance in Darach's direction was all I needed - he had his hand on his cock, which was standing out against the dark blue fabric of his pants very obviously. When I sat back up the smile on my face was gone - not because I was unhappy, but because I needed to be alone with Darach, soon.

"Darach," I whispered breathlessly, leaning across the table so no one else could hear me, "we need to go back to the hotel."

That's all he was waiting for. He signaled the waiter and handed him his credit card.

"Sir, is everything alright? There are still two courses to go - and dess-"

"Yes, it was wonderful as always, Jean-Pierre. We'll be back very soon, but something has just come up and we really must leave right away."

"Very good, sir."

We rushed out to the town car giggling and barely got the door closed behind us before Darach's hands were all over me and he was pushing his tongue between my lips.

I reached down and ran my fingers along the length of his erection, watching the look on his face change as he exhaled and leaned back in the seat, pushing his hips forward.

"Oh, God, I missed you Jennifer."

"Yeah?" I kissed his jaw and his warm neck. "Did you?"

I'm surprised we managed not to have sex in the back of that town car. I knew if we kept going we were going to so I pulled back and scooted over on the seat a little. Darach mouthed two words to me:

"Show me."

I glanced guiltily at the driver but his eyes were on the road and he was studiously avoiding looking back at us in the mirror. So I did what Darach instructed me to and opened my knees a little, slowly pulling the hem of my dress up my thighs. I ran my fingers over my sex through my panties, knowing he wanted more.

"Jennifer..."

He wasn't asking. I slipped my forefinger into the crotch of my panties and pulled it aside for a few seconds, allowing Darach a glance at what he wanted to see.

"Jesus Christ, how long is this going to take?" he barked at the driver, visibly angry with frustration now.