Breaking the Rules

by L. K. Lewis

  “Sounds intense!” I tease, and am rewarded with Morgan’s adorable giggle.

  “I know my father was really the one who got me the job, but I was still really proud to be hired. Your father is the owner and CEO of a Fortune 500 company. He’s no idiot, and neither am I. I know for a fact that even though our dads are golf buddies, he would have never hired me on my father’s suggestion alone. If I didn’t have some intelligence and form of merit, I wouldn’t have been given my position, so I feel like I earned the job myself in some way, and I’m really proud of that. My job is a huge honor for me to have, and the idea of losing it, and the embarrassment that would go along with being fired from my first job ever, was something that was hard to swallow.”

  “I know how smart you are, baby, wasn’t I the one who told you it was your intelligence and insight that got you the job? Your father just got you in the door,” I reassure her. Morgan gives me a quick kiss and takes a sip of champagne before she continues.

  “Secondly, my independence is everything to me. As I’m sure you understand now, I have lived the first 24 years of my life under my parents’ thumb. My only real act of defiance was breaking up with Adrian at the end of our senior year of undergrad, and going to grad school instead. I didn’t really get to stick it to them as much as I had hoped, because like I said, I’d never worked. I didn’t have a dime to my name that hadn’t come from my parents. I took extra accounting classes in college to learn how to do simple bookkeeping and check balancing so when I did start making my own money, I wouldn’t piss it all away in bank fees and overcharges. When it came to grad school, my parents paid for everything again. They even chose the school. “Our dime, our decision” was a motto they liked to throw around. I even had to live at home these last two years, because my parents insisted this was their last opportunity to spend time with them. I guess they realized that after I got a job and started to make my own way in the world, they wouldn’t have a choice in my life any longer. When you told me earlier that you wanted to take care of me, and support me because making me happy would make you happy, I was overjoyed. My parents love me with all of their hearts, I truly believe that. I also believe that making me look good in their friends’ eyes was really what brought them happiness, not my own. I love you so much for wanting to make me happy, wanting to give me a life that I dreamed of. The life that I have always dreamed of is one that I have provided for myself with my own hard work and due diligence. That being said, we actually share the same sentiment. I want to take care of you too. I want to make you happy. What would make me the happiest, I think, is if we agree to take care of each other. Let’s both work hard to provide a wonderful life for ourselves and each other. This is the 21st century for Christ’s sake, our relationship should include teamwork, especially financially. We should encourage each other to reach our dreams, and see to it that it happens.”

  Morgan stops for a moment, as if she needs to collect her thoughts before she continues. She clearly has given a lot of thought about what she needs to say, and how she needs to say it. Perhaps this day apart was more necessary for her than I gave her credit for. Morgan takes another cleansing breath and looks up to meet my gaze again, only this time there seems to be a bit of sadness to her eyes. She gives me a small smile, then continues.

  “Thirdly, I was freaked out the most over the idea of living the rest of my life without you in it.” Morgan’s voice breaks and a tear falls from her eye as she says that sentence. I have been holding it together pretty well during her speech, but am seconds from falling apart myself.

  “I cannot believe it has only been a few weeks since we met. I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. It also scares me to admit to you, and myself for that matter, that my love for you is also different than one I’ve ever felt. My stomach is in constant knots when I’m with you, and that’s a good thing. My heart flutters and my smile widens just thinking about you, even when you are acting like a complete dick! Working towards a successful, independent future means nothing to me if I don’t have you at my side. I would throw everything away to be with you in a heartbeat. The perfect thought came through earlier that I wanted to share with you, and that is: The more I think about losing out on a future with you, the easier it is to think about giving up my career with Baylor. I’ll never give up my need for independence, but I’m sure we can work this all out together and make a solid plan. Fighting together as a team for what we want seems a lot easier than losing out separately.” Morgan finishes, taking a deep breath and sheepishly raising her eyes to meet mine.

  I immediately pull her into my lap, splashing water over the tub. I use my thumbs to wipe the tears from her eyes then wrap my arms around her. Keeping Morgan in a tight embrace, I pull back slightly to look her in the eyes.

  “Just when I think you can’t surprise me any more than you already have, you go and surprise me all over again. Baby, that was the most eloquent, thoughtful speech anyone has ever given me. I know speech isn’t quite the right word, especially because it sounds so formal and we are sitting in a bathtub, but wow, Morgan, you surprise me. I have told you before how smart and thoughtful you are. How amazed I am at your ability to understand our clients’ needs, and now you have been able to express yourself so clearly to me, it was wonderful to listen to. I want you to know that, not only was I listening, but I truly heard every word you said. I will never control your life, I love your need for independence, and I need that too for myself. I’d love nothing more than to work together at providing a wonderful life for each other. We can make each other so happy, baby, I know it. Just guide me, and communicate with me if I’m ever not meeting your needs. I love you so much, Morgan Lane. I know what it feels like to hit rock bottom, and believe me when I say that losing you would be worse. How can we make this work between us? What do I need to do to make us happy and let our relationship grow?” I look into her beautiful hazel eyes, sending a silent prayer to the gods above that she will have the answers.

  “I spent a bit of time today going over every possible scenario in my head, and nothing really worked out to allow us to be together openly, at least until you take over for your dad, or he gets his head out of his ass,” Morgan says with a giggle. “Even if I leave Baylor Industries, we still wouldn’t be able to date, and it hasn’t been enough time for other employers to see what an asset you would be for their company, so unfortunately you are stuck with your father. I think we should continue our relationship privately. No one needs to know, it can be our special little secret. We can spend our time here, or maybe at your place if that’s okay, and we order in! Our dinner last night tasted so much better on my own china, at my own table, with my very own man, than it did the night before with Adrian. We can still have dates, we’ll just pretend we rented out the restaurants or movie theaters like the high rollers and celebrities do!” Morgan is on to something here.

  “Are you sure you would be alright with this long-term? What about spending holidays together? Who would be your date for weddings, and other events? It might be years before I become CEO, can you keep a secret as good as this for that long?” I asked, needing to know this arrangement will still be okay with her six months down the road … or longer.

  “I can’t promise it will be easy the whole time, but remember, we are working together to support each other in reaching our goals. We can do this, Drake. Plus, we are young. We have years to really get to know each other before we need to feel pressured into taking any larger steps.”

  “Larger steps?” I know what she is talking about, it’s all I can think about, everything I want, but I want to know she has been thinking about it too.

  “Yeah you know, marriage, kids, big house, some sort of hypo-allergenic doodle burying his bone in the back yard …”

  “You want to marry me and have my children one day?” I ask, beaming with hope and joy.

  “I told you, Drake, you are my future, and I’m not letting go of you. I wouldn�
�t be in this fight if I didn’t see us seeing it through.” Morgan pauses for a moment, and what looks like a flash of fear crosses her face.

  “I’m sorry, I know talking about marriage and children is ludicrous when we’ve known each other for a hot minute, and are … what are we? Dating? I guess not really, ‘cause we can’t go on dates … I guess you’re, what? My boyfriend-not-boyfriend?” Morgan giggles. “Anyway, I hope I didn’t just freak you out with the marriage talk. Obviously that won’t happen for a while, but I can’t imagine living my life without you in it.”

  “I don’t want to live without you either, Morgan,” I say. “It doesn’t freak me out to talk about our future, it makes me happy! These past few weeks I was only pushing you away to protect you, not because I didn’t want to be with you. You’re all I could think about. I did everything I could think of to be near you … I made up reasons to go down to the 15th floor, even if it was just to get a glimpse of you. I tricked my dad into inviting me to join you for golf … then I asked the beer cart girl to dinner Thursday night after I saw you accept Adrian’s invitation for dinner. You looked so excited when he asked you out, and I had to at least see for myself if there was anything between the two of you. Morgan, the idea of you having dinner with Adrian gutted me. I was a wreck watching the two of you together, and I think I might have actually gone crazy. Why else would I do something so tacky like pulling you into a damn linen closet and behave the way I did?”

  “Yeah, that was pretty bad. It made me second guess myself and the feelings I have for you. I’m so glad you came over to apologize like you did last night because I was about to spend my weekend ‘Drake Detoxing’,” Morgan said with a slight frown.

  “In that case, I’m glad I came over too … for more reasons than one.” I winked then kissed the top of her hair. “Morgan, I think I’ve loved you from the moment I first saw you. You are so stunning. You pierced me with your hazel eyes … it’s like as soon as you looked at me, you knew me.”

  “I felt the same way, Drake.”

  “Our first meeting was so weird, and that’s my fault, I’m so sorry. You were so unexpected. Our pull was instantaneous. I could tell I was making you uncomfortable, but you still couldn’t leave me.”

  “I never want to leave you. Even when you are pushing me away I’m drawn to you. Even though you can’t be more than my boyfriend-not-boyfriend right now, being with you is enough for me,” Morgan says with a smile.

  “Well I guess that settles it. We keep a low profile, and let us be the best kept secret in town,” I say with a smile. “Now can I please wash your beautiful body, then take you to bed and make sweet love to you all night long, because I’ve never been so turned on in my life!”

  Morgan lets out a giggle, pushes herself off of my lap, splashing more water over the tub. She hands me her body wash as she turns to face away from me, sitting between my legs with her head resting on my chest.

  Morgan

  I lie back, resting on Drake’s chest, sipping champagne, eating delicious French chocolate, and all I can think of is that I must have done something right in a past life to deserve this. I’ve just taken a sip when Drake grabs my flute and sets it on the counter next to the tub. I turn my head with some sort of clever protest, but before I can say anything, Drake’s lips meet mine. This kiss is different than any others he has given me. It’s slow, sensual, and filled with love. I tilt my head to the side, giving Drake access to my neck. He trails his tongue across my jaw, down my neck, then nibbles across my shoulder and back to the spot at the base of my neck, above my collar bone. I love his little nibbles and soft kisses, they set my body on fire. Once again, Drake has decided to forgo the washcloth and is gently washing my body with his nimble fingers. I thread my fingers with his, reaching our right hands down between my legs, our left hands slowly caressing my belly on their way up to my breasts. I moan and roll my eyes closed as Drake unthreads his fingers from mine and caresses me. He stops for a brief moment to squeeze more body wash into one hand, then rubs them together to create a nice lather before resuming his caress. To his surprise, I sit up and spin around in the bath to face him once again.

  “What are you doing, baby? I wasn’t done,” Drake says.

  “I thought we could wash … each other,” I answer as I reach for the body wash. After creating a lather, I reach over, gently squeezing Drake’s shoulders, then start massaging his neck.

  “My love, is there anything you aren’t good at?” Drake moans appreciatively.

  “Haha … golf!” I giggle.

  Drake laughs and shakes his head. “You are right about that, I’d say you need some help big time in the golf department. We should have a date at the driving range sometime.”

  “First of all, I would say what you believe to be expert tutelage is quite lacking, I can attest to that,” I tease. “And I don’t think the driving range at the club is exactly under the radar.”

  “There are plenty of indoor driving ranges in the city, some really nice ones that are unfortunately located in seedy areas, so I don’t think they are frequented by anyone that would know us. It would be fun! What do you say?”

  “I think it would be a ton of fun. Maybe they have a pro on staff that could give me a few pointers!” I wink.

  “I’m crushed,” Drake frowns. “Anyway, I really didn’t get the chance to give you any pointers. If I recall, you pouted and hung back with your dad the rest of the morning!”

  “If I recall, you were a dick who played with my heart … again … left it in pieces, then flirted with the beverage cart girl, which wasn’t a smart thing to do in front of your father, BTW.” Our teasing has suddenly become a somber look back at the past few weeks. Drake looks down and takes a deep breath before returning his gaze to mine.

  “I know, baby. These past few weeks have been hard for me too, even though I was the one being a dick. I’m so sorry I ever treated you that way, I didn’t know what else to do,” Drake says with regret in his voice.

  I playfully splash Drake, hoping to pull him from the funk he just put himself in and he pulls me into his lap, crashing his lips down on mine. I wrap my arm around his neck, threading my fingers through his dark wet hair. I drop one hand down and Drake growls as I wrap my hand around his growing erection. Drake’s hands run down my back, cupping my ass as I squeeze him tight and pump him root to tip. Our tongues massage and taste each other, as I drop my other hand down and slowly massage his balls. Drake’s eyes meet mine, and in a heated gaze all he needs to say is one magic word, “bedroom”. I nod emphatically and rise off his lap, pulling him to his feet and out of the tub. We both laugh and kiss each other sweetly while quickly towel drying ourselves. I blow out the candles and release the tub drain as Drake grabs my iPod and speakers. We practically run to the bedroom. I’m the first to climb into bed. I pull back the sheets and pat the mattress next to me playfully as Drake presses play on my iPod. We certainly don’t need love songs playing to keep the mood going but it’s a nice touch.

  Climbing into bed, Drake reaches out and grabs my waist and pulls me on top of him. His strong, slender arms wrap around me. I let my body collapse onto his, and I gently stroke his chest as my head rests in the crook of his neck. We lie like that for a few moments, letting out the occasional happy sigh.

  “We are going to make it, you know,” Drake says softly.

  I smile and look up at him, “I know.”

  “Make love to me, Morgan.”

  “Yes,” I pant as I kiss him slowly, dipping my tongue into his parted lips. I massage his tongue with mine as I my hips start rocking back and forth. I break our kiss, and sit up, straddling him. Reaching down, I gently guide him inside me.

  “You feel so good. I need you so much, Morgan,” Drake pants. He lifts his hips as I continue to rock at a slow, steady pace. I want to savor this moment for a while. When I lean over to kiss him, Drake reaches his hands up, massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples. I cry out in sheer ecstasy and start to rock faste
r, squeezing my walls tighter around him. Our pace continues to escalate and, like he did this morning, Drake sits up as I continue to straddle his lap. I throw my hands around his neck, curling his hair around my fingers while he squeezes my hips, keeping the fast rhythm. When Drake reaches a hand around and thumbs my swollen, throbbing clit, I come apart, screaming his name. Drake finishes shortly after me, moaning loudly before pulling me back down to the mattress with him. We lie in a bundle of twisted limbs, panting loudly as we come down. I turn my head to face him, and when our eyes meet, I see nothing but love and contentment wash over Drake. It is so beautiful to witness.

  “Who needs to venture out on dates when we can stay in and do that all the time?” Drake jokes.

  I laugh and nod my head, leaning over to kiss him gently. “Speaking of dates, would you like to stay for dinner?” I ask.

  “Dinner, I’m staying the night! Tomorrow is Sunday, we have over 24 hours before we have to report for work, and I’m not going to waste a minute sitting alone at my place.”