"So Cyra, how's the new job treating you?" they'd made their way to the highway and she was doing her best not to look in Lawson's direction.

"It was fine, I'm just tired." She felt as if she were hiding behind her giant sunglasses and was thankful that she had them.

"Was it a long week? Is my old man riding you hard?" Cyra nearly choked at the words, feeling her cheeks turn pink, but when she turned towards her boyfriend she saw that his eyes were fixed firmly on the road.

"Not too hard," she said, managing to laugh. "No, he's a good boss. I'm learning a lot. What about you, Logan? I haven't seen you in an entire week. I think that's the longest we've gone since we were toddlers. What have you gotten into this week?" Her voice dipped significantly when she said the word into, but he didn't seem to notice it.

"Oh not much. I've mostly been messing around on my dad's boat and playing video games. Rian's hung around and his girlfriend Jane with her best friend Ana, who follows Jane around everywhere has been around too.

He probably hoped, Cyra was quite certain, that by identifying Ana as Jane's best friend, Cyra wouldn't be able to pick her out of their class of several hundred students. But Cyra knew exactly who he was talking about. The leggy, busty girl with a face like a model had moved to the US from Sweden the previous year and her hair was the exact same shade as Cyra's, although she was quite certain that it was a bit longer.

She briefly wondered why he had deemed Ana fuckable, since surely that broke his mother's rule, while he had always been entirely hands off with her. Shaking her head she pushed the thought away. No. Lawson had taken up enough space in her head. He was only her ride tonight. Nothing else.

"Do you want to swing by your place to change?" he asked, glancing down at what she was wearing and raising his eyebrows.

"No. I'm fine in this." she replied, crossing her legs away from him and closing her eyes. "But I think I'll take a nap while you drive since the traffic is so bad. Wake me up when we get there, Babe." Her stomach turned a bit when she added the last word, but she'd always called him Babe, and she thought that if she didn't say it at some point he might begin to suspect that something was up.

And then, closing her eyes, she surprised herself by actually taking the nap that she had mentioned to him a few minutes earlier, lulled to sleep by the sound of the wind, and the tires on the road.

Mrs. Morgan's mouth had actually dropped open when she saw Cyra walk onto the back deck, with it's ridiculously long table shaded by a great canvas canopy. The older woman was wearing a lovely navy blue dress that hugged her stil perfect figure, her bleached blonde hair caught up in a bun.

"Guess what Logan?" the older woman said, after she had managed to shut her mouth, tearing her eyes from Cyra and looking back at her son.

"What is it, Mom?" he asked, sounding bored as he sat down at the table, which was already loaded with far more appetizers than three or four or even ten people could be expected to eat.

"You father just called, and he's coming home for dinner tonight. What is that, the first time in a month?" Lawson laughed and shook his head, his eyes glued to his phone.

"Did someone die?" he was texting and Cyra shifted uncomfortably in her seat, wondering if it had been a mistake to come.

"I'm sure he has some ulterior motive for stopping by. He never comes home without a reason." Cyra bit her lip hard at these words, feeling more and more panicked by the moment.

"Oh, hey and look at this." Lawson's face lit up as he stared down at the screen of his phone. "Rian just texted me and he and Jane want to stop by for dinner tonight."

Cyra's eyebrows jumped up ever so slightly. He didn't have to say the rest for her to understand what he meant. She wondered if he would offer to drive her home early or what he was planning to do to get rid of her.

Ten minutes later the trio arrived. Rian gave Cyra a warm welcome but Jane barely mumbled hello and Ana acted as if she hadn't seen her, while Mrs. Morgan folded Ana into her arms and told the girl that she looked lovely. And of course, while Rian and Jane settled on the bench beside Cyra, Ana quickly walked around the table and sat next to Lawson, who immediately set his phone down.

Cyra found herself on her feet, holding back tears, her hands in fists to keep them from shaking, every eye at the table on her. She saw Mrs. Morgan's eyes light up, her lips curl into the beginnings of a smile, and she steadied herself, taking a deep breath.

"I'll be right back. Just going to freshen up after a long day of work. It's so humid out here." Turning she hurried in through the French doors that led through the sitting room, stopping outside one of the downstairs bathrooms and pressing her back against the wall as she took slow, deep breaths and tried to calm herself.

After all, she had gone into this night knowing that Lawson was fucking some girl. She just had not expected him to flaunt it quite so obviously right under her nose. And she wondered if she would have caught on if Logan hadn't spelled it out for her so clearly in his office earlier that day.

"Cyra? Are you okay?" Logan's deep voice carried down the hall. He was walking in from the garage, his jacket over his arm, his briefcase in his hand.

Running a hand roughly through her hair, Cyra managed to nod, but Logan looked entirely unconvinced as he strode down the hallway to stand beside her. In a moment he had pressed her against the door of the bathroom, his thick index finger tilting her chin back so that he could see her face, his already hard cock pressing against her stomach because she hardly came up to his shoulder when she stood next to him.

"Fuck. Come here." he pulled her into the bathroom, dropping his briefcase and jacket just inside the door as he turned the lock behind him. "Don't tell me, he's already done some prickish thing since you've been here? He is the ultimate disappointment, not knowing a good thing when he has it. But Kitten. I know it still hurts because you two were together forever. Just try to remember. You aren't here for him."

Already he was hiking her skirt up over her hips as he lifted her up onto the edge of the wide granite sink. Like all of the bathrooms in all of the Morgan family's homes, this one was huge and the sink area had plenty of counter space. "You are so gorgeous."

Logan's mouth crushed down against hers, his tongue thrusting past her parted lips, while his fingers pushed her white lace panties to one side, not wasting any time pulling them down.

"They just think I'm freshening up." she managed to gasp around his kisses as his mouth moved down to her neck, one finger grazing her soaking slit and teasing it with a light touch. He loved how she arched her back, pressing herself against his chest and tilting her head to the side as he began to suck hard on a spot just below her ear.

"You're going to leave a mark." she whispered, not really caring.

"I don't fucking care." he parted her slick folds and thrust one finger in, loving how tight she felt. She was going to feel amazing when she was finally wrapped around his throbbing cock, riding him through wave after wave of pleasure. "God, I'm going to take a week off work and do nothing but fuck you raw." He bit her ear lobe as she began to thrust against his finger, trying to get more of him inside of her.

"So needy Kitten. But not yet. We still have to go to dinner with my soon to be ex-wife and your soon to be ex-boyfriend." He slipped a second finger into her and let his thumb lightly graze over her clit. He wasn't going to let her cum just yet, but he wanted her to be on fire for him when they sat next to each other at dinner.

"Fuck. You are so tight. And so wet." He thrust in and out of her a few more times, loving how she moved with him, her head thrown back, her breath coming in little pants. "So close already, Baby." He eased his fingers out of her and sucked them into his mouth. She tasted so sweet he couldn't get enough of her.

Grabbing her hips he set her on the back on the ground and she peered up at him, her pupils wide with lust as she reached for his belt buckle. "Ah, ah, ah Kitten. We need to get out there. But I have a little present for you. Take off your panties and give them to me."