“Hmm, I do think you need some time to yourself. I think maybe you should take a cab, go work at your downtown office for a while,” Deidra suggested.
I didn’t want that. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to pity him and love him. I didn’t want him to be alone.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. You okay to go home by yourself?” Drew asked, looking at me.
“Deidra, can we have a minute?” I asked. I didn’t want to go home alone. I wasn’t afraid of Drew.
“Morgan, just go get Nicholas and go home, please,” Drew begged when Deidra left us, and I went to him.
“I don’t want you to be alone.” I worried, leaning into him. He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my forehead.
“I need you to. I need to not be around you right now. I’m too angry. Please just go home and give me some time.”
“Okay,” I reluctantly agreed. He knew his tolerance more than I did, and I assumed he realized it was a bad idea to be alone with me. I should have been grateful that he recognized that beforehand. I wasn’t, and I wanted to be with him.
Chapter 11
Drew never touched me that night. He actually came home in an appreciative mood, being very attentive to me and baby Nick. We laughed and played with our son on the floor of his enormous room. He was so smart for being under one year old. Drew built a tower out of the plastic blocks and Nicholas would sit, patiently waiting to knock it down and then giggle. I loved his little laugh. The angels in heaven stopped to listen when Nicky laughed.
We finally agreed on a nanny, Melissa. She lasted a week before I didn’t want her there anymore. We’d already agreed that she didn’t need to spend the night and would leave after preparing our evening meals. She wasn’t as good with Nicholas the way Marta was and treated him like a job. Not to mention, I wasn’t too keen on the way she stared at my husband either. So we fired her.
“Just let me call Marta,” I begged. I wanted Marta back.
“No, Morgan. She quit. I’m not hiring her back. We should have kept Melissa.”
“Melissa couldn’t cook, and she wasn’t happy to be with your son. Marta’s eyes lit up at the sight of him. Please, Drew. If she says no, I’ll let it go.”
“You make me crazy. I’ll call her later. Now get out of here before I bend you over my desk and beat your ass, I have work to do.”
“Can you do that later?” I teased, kissing his warm lips.
“I can definitely do that later. Get out of here,” he warned, smacking my ass.
***
“How many more times do we have to do this?” Drew complained as we dressed to meet Deidra for our Thursday meeting.
“I don’t know. Until Deidra thinks we’re cured, I guess.”
Drew walked behind me, glancing at my reflection in the mirror.
“We don’t have time for that,” I assured him, feeling his half-mast hardness on my ass.
“Yes, we do. You can’t walk around in your dainty little underclothes and expect me not to want to stick it in you.”
I laughed. “You’re so romantic.”
I laughed again when Drew reached to the side of the marble countertop, pulled out a fake pink rose and hand it to me. “Now can I stick it in you? You owe me.”
I turned to him, feeling the sensation in my pussy, wanting him too. “I owe you for what?” I asked in low sexy tone, kissing his solid chest.
“I got Marta back, remember?”
“You love Marta too,” I accused. He did love Marta, he just didn’t love her sticking her nose where it didn’t belong.
“Take your panties off,” he whispered, sucking hard on my neck.
I slid out of my panties and lifted myself to the counter. He stepped away. He always did that. I hated and loved it at the same time. I hated exposing myself to him like that, but loved the look in his eyes when he looked at me.
“Drew, we don’t have time for foreplay. Are we doing this or not?” I complained. We should have already been in the car.
Drew removed himself and rubbed the tip of his head up my slippery, oh so wet pussy a few times before sliding it into me. Once he started circling my clit with his thumb, I was spent, calling out in a moan. Drew moaned next, pulled me to the floor in front of him and fucked my mouth, draining himself in my mouth and around my lips.
***
“I was beginning to think you two were ditching me today,” Deidra spoke, leading us to her office.
I was a little nervous about this session. I knew we’d be getting into the time Drew and I first met. We hadn’t discussed what we would say. Did Drew plan on telling the truth? Would he tell her that he bought me to be his wife with my own money? I was right. We had barely even sat when Deidra asked the question I knew we were going to talk about.