Underestimated Too(71)

Standing in front of the mirror, I applied makeup and a spritz of perfume. I hadn’t even had time to dress yet when I jumped, startled.

“You look edible,” Drew said from the door with crossed arms.

“Hi,” I said turning to him.

“Hello. Come here.”

Damn, he looked edible too. When he wrapped me in his arms, I breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t mad.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” I countered, kissing his lips.

“Did you? I’m not sure you did. I’m thinking you had quite a bit of fun without me. Am I right, Morgan?” he asked with a look that I knew all too well.

“I did have fun, but I still missed you. Don’t do this, Drew. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You didn’t? That’s funny because I’m not really seeing it that way,” he taunted, circling me and sliding my black robe off my shoulders. Kissing my bare shoulder with his hot lips, I closed my eyes, sucked in unavailable air as I leaned into his chest. “What’s the matter, Morgan? You want to be punished?” Drew asked, running his hand over my naked ass.

Jesus Christ. And there goes my traitor pussy, throbbing like it has its own mind or something. What the fuck was wrong with me? Deidra wasn’t doing shit to fix this fucked-upness. Yes. I wanted punishment. I wanted to be punished right that second.

“Answer me, Morgan,” Drew demanded, twisting my nipple between his fingers and kissing my neck with his ridiculous hot breath.

“Yes,” I managed. I’m not sure who was more screwed in the head: him or me.

I had to secure myself by placing my hand on the doorway when Drew, slowly moved his hand around my hip, up my stomach, and right to my sex. I felt him snicker on my skin when I cocked my leg a little, wanting the contact. He didn’t give it to me. He ran his hand along my groin, over my lips, smoothly avoiding my throbbing clit. , I wanted him to touch me. That was punishment enough right there.

“Get dressed. We have company,” he whispered, tantalizing words to my oversensitive skin. I dropped my arm and the cock in my leg when he walked around me and right out the door. What the hell?

The rest of the night was nothing short of torture. Drew and I stared ridiculous lustful stares all night. Even when he was holding Nicky, playing with him, he looked at me through narrowed eyes, staring electrical sensations right through me. Even when he was carrying on a conversation with my mother or Caroline, he was looking at me.

Taking Nicky from him around eight thirty, I lowered him for kisses from my mother to Caroline, Marta, and then Drew. He lunged at Drew when I lowered him for his goodnight kiss. Drew took him and stood. Shit. I didn’t want him to go upstairs with me yet. It was too early to leave our company for the night, and I’d already promised Caroline that I’d play Wii with her.

“You putting him to bed?” I tried persuading him.

“We’re putting him to bed,” Drew demanded.

Well, shit.

Running water for Nicholas’s bath, I smiled, watching Drew play with him, standing him on the sink in front of the mirror. His laugh erupted like a volcano when Drew tossed him towards his reflection.

Settling on the toilet to watch our little guy play in the water for a bit, I sat between Drew’s legs. He brushed my hair from my shoulder to my back while my fingers caressed his leg. I was very close to the point of no return. I wanted my husband in a bad way. His fingers on my skin, my collarbone and my neck didn’t help much. I wanted his hands all over me. I didn’t want to play Wii with Caroline.

Oh, my god, he was not going to play fair. I figured that out when I came to my knees, wanting, no, needing him to kiss me. He turned his head, kissing me lightly on the cheek.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I whispered to his neck, letting my fingers dance on the hair at the base of his neck.

“You think you didn’t drive me crazy while you were out half the night? You think I want my wife and the mother of my son whoring around in bars while I am out working?”

“Drew, that is not what I was doing, and you know it.”

“Bathe Nicholas,” he ordered, removing my hands from around his neck.

He definitely wasn’t playing fair. I knelt over the tub and bathed Nicholas while my husband moved in behind me, ran his hands over my ass, under my shirt and over the thin satin in my bra. I was sure I could have come through my pants if he would have touched me, given me just a little attention where I needed it.

“You have to stop,” I panted, coming to an upright position and leaning into his chest. That didn’t help. He grinded his erection into my back, torturing me more.