Underestimated Too(97)

“Exactly like that,” Drew agreed.

That was the third time Drew and I made love on top of the world. The second one was on the rooftop of a high class casino, right on top of the piano.

Drew paused, smiled, and continued his story, “Sliding out of Morgan, I spun her, lifted her legs around my waist and leaned her against the glass. ‘You have to come, Morgan. I’m not going to last much longer.’ Holy mother fucking hell. My cock grew another inch when she moved her hand down and began, massaging her little nub, helping me out. God, she needed to come.”

I cleared my throat, trying to warn my obstinate husband that he didn’t have to tell her every little detail.

He disregarded it and didn’t skip a beat. “Hoping like hell the room was soundproof, Morgan called out, contracting around my cock. That was it, I was finished. I thrust deep into her, filling her with my own pleasure. She kissed me with a smile.

‘Have we ever done that?’

I laughed, kissed her soft lips, and placed her feet on the floor. ‘No. Never. You have sex hair.’

‘Sex hair?’

‘Yes, you need to fix yourself before we go back out there.’

‘I will. I need to clean your mess anyway.’

‘My mess?’

‘Yes, I’m not walking around with you all over me.’

‘What are you trying to say? You don’t like my come in your pussy?’

She snickered and kissed me. ‘I love your come in my pussy. I don’t love it running down my leg.’

‘Oh. Come on, I’ll pay another hundred bucks to find you a private bathroom.’

‘I’m a lucky girl,’ Morgan teased me.” Drew smiled at Deidra and me. We were done with our session for today, and it felt like we were in a really good place this time.





Chapter 31





I didn’t think I was ever going to get out of the house. Drew hardly worked at all. I mean I was happy that he wasn’t working so much, but I wanted to go back to the sandwich shop to work on my plan that I didn’t have. I still didn’t know what I was supposed to say to the guy, and even if I could offer him money, how did I get it without Drew finding out?

Drew was tied up all day Tuesday with meetings. He whined a little when I asked to go over to Alicia’s, but Celeste helped when she interrupted, saying some important investor or someone was on hold. I didn’t pay much attention. I kissed him and told him to ride home with Celeste, she and I were going to make supper.

Alicia and I hung out by the pool with Vincent while the babies napped, and then left them with the nanny while she and I prepared a full course meal.

“Can I see your phone for a second?” I asked, Alicia, pretending to look around for mine. I knew I’d left it on the table by the door. I did that on purpose.

“Right there,” she nodded. “Where’s yours?”

“I don’t know. It’s around here somewhere,” I feigned ignorance.

I did a quick search on Alicia’s phone. The only thing I really needed was Drew’s driver’s license and most banks asked for social security numbers. I didn’t know Drew’s social security number. Drew knew mine, he kept the little blue card locked in his office safe. How was I supposed to get that? Some banks also required a four digit code, luckily the one I needed to get into didn’t require that. Lucky for me, like that was going to matter.

“What are you doing?” Alicia finally asked.

“Nothing, just looking for a something to send Caroline for her birthday,” I lied the perfect lie and handed her phone back. Maybe I should tell Alicia what I was up to. Maybe she would help me. No, she’d deem me crazy, tell Celeste, Celeste would tell Drew, and I’d be locked up for life. I had to figure it out on my own. If I go through all this and find a string of pearls or something, I’m going to scream.

Drew arrived with Celeste around five, and we all sat down for our well thought out meal. Celeste and Drew both bragged about the old fashioned American meal. Our full course meal consisted of fat cheeseburgers with the works, homemade chili, cheese fries, fresh buttered broccoli, and one crisp dill pickle on each plate. Nicholas loved the dill pickle and wanted nothing else. I kept getting mad at Drew because he wouldn’t stop giving it to him so that I could get him to eat some real food.

We were going to have an issue with the discipline. I could see it now. Nicholas only had to scream or whine for something and Drew gave it to him. Nicky was smart, he caught on to that trick pretty quick. Drew gave him everything he wanted, I didn’t.

“Did Morgan tell you we were going to have another baby?” Drew asked, looking at Alicia after I took the pickle away from him and gave Nicky a bite of broccoli instead. I dropped my fork to my plate with a loud clink. I might have stabbed him with it had I not gotten it out of my hand.