by L. K. Lewis
“As usual, you are the best kind of surprise. Morgan, you surprise me every day, not only with your actions and love, but by how my love for you continues to grow. I love you so much, baby, and this gift is so thoughtful. I want you with me always, also. This last month with you has been so special to me. We had a few hard days here and there like we knew we would, but honestly, every day with you has been wonderful. Every day has been a gift.”
After breakfast, we shower and change, and head out of the city for some fresh country air. We stop at just about every fruit and vegetable stand along the way, and hit up a few farmers’ markets to collect the perfect picnic lunch. It feels so nice to be outside our bubble, and away from those who might know us. We hold hands and kiss as we walk around the farmers’ markets, argue playfully over who would pay for the wine at a little shop we ducked into, then make out while we lie on the picnic blanket in the middle of a gorgeous riverside park. I lie on my back with my head in Drake’s lap and he casually strokes my hair while we giggle, kiss, and discuss the week ahead.
Drake
“This next week is going to be crazy for me, I’m not really looking forward to it,” I sigh, as I gently stroke Morgan’s hair. She is laying sleepily in my lap as we soak up this last bit of our romantic one month anniversary weekend. I’ve never thought of myself as a mushy kind of guy, but Morgan really brings that out of me. I find myself constantly planning, and scheming different sweet things to do for her.
“What do you have going on? I’m just wrapping up a few briefs to send out before our meeting with Thompson Manufacturing later next week, then I’m all caught up. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“That’s all you have going on this week? I need to talk to my dad about getting you a few more accounts.”
“Well, when you work through your lunch break as a means for keeping your head out of the water cooler gossip, you get a lot done!” Morgan teases.
“I guess that’s true. You don’t actually have to work through your lunch break, Morgan, you deserve a break in your day. I was just suggesting that you keep your nose down, and shy away from social situations.” I lean down and plant a sweet kiss on Morgan’s soft lips.
“I know,” Morgan smiles as she gazes up at me, “I want to do well and take full advantage of the position I have at Baylor. It really isn’t something that I take for granted. Plus, when the day comes that we finally get to tell your father about us, I want him to be proud of your choice, and know that I am an asset to the company, not another woman that will be a … distraction.” With her smile fading slightly, I lean down and give her another, more reassuring kiss.
“Morgan, I can’t wait for the day when we can finally tell my father about us. It’s something I think about all the time. Believe me when I tell you, when that day comes … no one will be more proud than me. I do have a busy week, though, I’m not sure how many evenings we will get to spend together. I’ll have some late night meetings and business dinners to attend. I’ve really enjoyed this weekend with you, Morgan, it’ll keep me going through this next week for sure.” I smile as I roll on top of her, making sure to get a little more one-on-one time before the weekend is over.
Chapter 21
Drake
Me: Thnx again 4 a grt weekend, luv u baby.
Morgan: No, thank you! Love u 2
Me: I have a few mtgs 2day then wrking late
Morgan: K. call me later? Xo
Me: I’ll call when done w gym. Xo
Monday is going by so slowly. I have only made it through one meeting and have two more to go, then will be staying late to get things done for the rest of the week. I guess this is what life as a single CEO will be like, except for the fact that I’d like to openly change my single status … someday, Drake, someday. My dad and I have a lot of work to do together this week so I won’t even have a good opportunity to sneak away to the 15th floor to see Morgan. I’m sure I can find a way … back to scheming.
*****
Its 11pm when I finally leave the gym. I promised Morgan I’d give her a call so I hope I’m not waking her up.
“Hey, mister,” a sleepy, soft voice speaks on her end of the line.
“I hope I didn’t wake you, I promised I’d call you on the way back from the gym,” I say as I throw my bag in the trunk of my beamer and slide behind the wheel.
“I’m glad you called, I must have dozed off on the couch. Now I can crawl into bed and not wake up with a kink in my neck, so thanks.” I can hear her sleepy smile through the phone.
“I missed you today, all work and no play makes Drake a sad boy.”
“Aww, I’m sorry, I missed you today too. I had to eat chick food for dinner all by myself. It’s not the same without you … I have leftovers, have you eaten? Do you want to come over and tell me about your day?”
“Oh, baby, I’d love nothing more than to pick you up from your couch and carry you to bed right now, but I have to get home and get myself organized for tomorrow. I had Mr. Pita delivery for dinner, and let me warn you, don’t eat a falafel wrap if you plan on doing cardio at the gym afterward … the burps are not pleasant!”
“Ewww, I did not need to know that,” Morgan teases.
“I know, sorry. But really, I have to get home and try to get a good night’s sleep. I have a dinner meeting with my father scheduled for tomorrow night so I won’t be able to see you again. Do you have plans for Wednesday? I’ll have to work a little late again to prepare for my crazy day Thursday, but maybe I can crawl into your bed and hold you when I’m done?”
“That sounds wonderful, I can’t wait for Wednesday to get here. It’ll be a happy hump day indeed,” Morgan giggles. “I love you Drake, sweet dreams. Text me tomorrow if you get a chance.”
“I will, baby, I love you too. Sweet dreams, my love.” I hang up just as I pull into my driveway. Walking into my empty home really doesn’t feel the same anymore. Just a couple months ago, a day like I’ve had today would be typical. Having Morgan in my life has changed that, and now I have something to be excited about at the end of a long day.
I am so lucky that my father has given me this chance. What other screw-up gets to right his wrongs and become CEO of a Fortune 500 company? I don’t take this for granted, and I know I’m kind of stabbing my father in the back in a way for breaking the rules and his trust by being with Morgan, but she has brought so much love and light into my life, there really is no way to go back now. I love her too much to let her go.
After a quick shower, I get my things ready for work in the morning. I get my dry cleaning ready to have picked up in the morning and smile when I see a few of Morgan’s things in the bag as well. Who knew dirty laundry would ever warm my heart? Remembering how pretty Morgan looked in that black dress I bought her makes me appreciate the opportunity I have with my father, and makes me want to work even harder to secure the best life for Morgan I could ever dream of giving her.
Morgan
Waking up alone stinks. I’ve really gotten used to the way Drake’s beautiful brown eyes look when they blink open in the morning, as a smile crosses his face. The way he pulls me in tight to his side as he gives me a good morning kiss, the way he moans after taking his first sip of coffee, the way our glances meet in the mirror as we brush our teeth, silently appreciating the shower sex we have most likely just had. Drake and I have made a point to savor the moments we get to share together knowing there would be times where private time together would be hard to come by, but that is the nature of the kind of relationship we are in right now.
Me: Missed you in bed this morning, and in the shower ;)
Drake: Me 2 baby, did you dream of me?
Me: Of course, always. Have a good day mister, luv u. xo
Drake: Love you baby, xo
I get to work a little early this morning, smiling politely at my co-workers as I grab a quick cup of coffee before heading into my office. I hang up my coat, throw my lunch in the mini fridge, and fire up my computer just as m
y phone rings.
“Morgan Lane speaking.”
“I had to hear your voice,” says my favorite voice.
“Good morning,” I smile into my phone. Drake is being very daring by using our office lines. “How may I help you?” I ask with every meaning the question can imply.
“I have a file I need to brief you on. Are you available in five minutes? I have a meeting in 20,” Drake says, as warmth rushes below the belt.
“Absolutely. Five minutes.” I hang up. Four excruciatingly long minutes later, I exit my office and walk towards the elevator. Like before, I enter an empty elevator, only to be joined on the 17th floor by Drake. His beauty still catches me off guard, and I feel my cheeks warm.
“Miss Lane, I believe you are blushing,” teases Drake.
“Your looks have that effect on me, Mr. Baylor,” I smile shyly.
“Here is the file we discussed,” Drake says coyly as he hands me a manila folder. “Have a good day at the office, sweetie,” he says as he gives me a huge smile and a quick kiss before walking towards the elevator door.
“You too, dear,” I respond, just before the doors begin to open on the 29th floor. Drake is smart to take the stairs the rest of the way as to not be caught in the elevator with me. When I return to the 15th floor alone, no one is the wiser.
I return to my office and toss the file onto my desk and, to my surprise, something flies out of the folder and onto the floor. I thought he was kidding when he said he had a file to brief me on, and that giving it to me in the elevator was just for keeping up appearances. I bend down to pick it up and realize it’s a printed photograph of me sleeping in Drake’s bed with him lying next to me with the most happy, peaceful smile crossing his face I have ever seen. Tears threaten to breach my eyes and I turn the photo over. Drake has written the sweetest words I’ve ever seen in print, “I LOVE YOU”. Knowing he still has a little time before he is due in his meeting, I fish my cell phone out of my purse and send Drake a quick text.
Me: Best.file.ever. luv u xo
Drake: Not too creepy?
Me: Ha. No. Sweet. You look really happy.
Drake: U mk me really happy.
Drake: Heading to mtg. Lv u xo
The rest of my day goes by pretty fast once I’m able to convince my brain to stop daydreaming about Drake and actually focus on work. After work, I go for a run and try to enjoy the beautiful fall foliage. Not sure what to do with the rest of my evening, I call Amanda and invite her over for some wine and good conversation.
“This is a sweet picture,” Amanda says, eyeing the photo Drake gave me today. I have it proudly on display on my fridge. Since Amanda and Drake are the only visitors my apartment ever receives, I’m not worried about anyone else seeing it.
“Thanks, Drake gave it to me today. He is really busy with work this week and I think he was missing me so he printed it off and slipped it to me in an office folder. He was worried that it might be too creepy, but I think it’s sweet. Look how happy he looks, so at peace. I love it,” I say.
“Well, I think it’s pretty obvious that you are both deliriously happy together. I had so much fun hanging out with you both on Friday, it was really sweet of Drake to invite me,” Amanda smiles.
“I thought so too! Drake is always doing thoughtful things like that. I’m glad you got to spend time with him, it’s important for me that you two get along.”
“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that, he’s a dreamboat, Morgie. It’s not just looks either, he’s the complete package. I know you said he’s made some mistakes in his past, but it’s clear that you’re his future. There was nothing but love and adoration of you in his eyes the other night. He was so attentive with you in pouring your wine, covering your shoulders with a blanket when you shivered, looking at both of us in the eyes as we spoke. He wasn’t hovering, or obsessing, he was just being a loving, attentive boyfriend. It’s like he anticipated that you might get cold so he had the blanket ready. I don’t think I’ve ever seen true soul mates in the flesh, but I believe that you two are the real deal. Your instant attraction and magnetic draw towards each other, your ease with each other, and the fact that you both are so willing to risk everything to be with each other, knowing for sure that you can’t be apart so why bother fighting it, makes me believe that you are true soul mates. I’m happy for you, girl,” Amanda says with a huge smile, as she wraps her arms around me in a huge hug.
“Thank you for saying that, Amanda, it means the world. He is my world, I’m glad you see it too.”
Amanda leaves a little while later, and I go to bed shortly after that. I haven’t heard from Drake this evening, but I’m not worried, I know he had dinner with his father this evening, and who knows how long into the night that could go. Plus, Drake is coming over tomorrow night after work so I’ll be in my man’s loving arms, soaking up his glorious scent soon enough.
Drake
Me: Morning babe, missed you last nt, how did you sleep?
Morgan: Morning. Missed you again, but slept well after some wine w/Amanda.
Me: R we still on for 2nt?
Morgan: I’ve been looking fwd to it all wk!
Me: Good. Me too baby.
Morgan: Any idea what time you’ll be over?
Me: Late, sorry.
Morgan: I just want to see you. Anytime is fine.
Me: K. love you baby xo
Morgan: Love you too xo
Its only midweek and, not only am I exhausted, but I constantly feel like I’m missing or have forgotten something because I haven’t seen Morgan since Sunday. Three days shouldn’t seem like a long time, but Morgan has become a piece of me and without her I don’t feel whole. I’ve been working with my father on a few other projects besides the Thompson Manufacturing deal, so I haven’t even attended any meetings with her this week. I have a dinner meeting tonight and am hoping to excuse myself early to join Morgan at her place, but we have a lot to cover so I’m not keeping my hopes up.
It has been hard working so closely with my dad this week. We have gotten a lot accomplished, and I know I’ve both impressed him, and made him proud, but it has been difficult to bite my tongue and not spill the beans about myself and Morgan. There have been so many instances where I almost said, “Oh, Morgan would be perfect for that,” or “That’s what Morgan orders when I bring takeout to her place,” or “Morgan had that same insight,” or simply, “I really miss Morgan”. Of course I have casually placed her name in various conversations where appropriate for work, but I’ve tried not to say too much because I can’t say her name without smiling.
…
Dinner has finally wrapped, and although my body just wants to crash out when I get to Morgan’s, all I can think about doing is holding her while raining kisses all over, looking deeply into her eyes and telling her how much I love her.
When I get to her place, I use the key Morgan gave me for our one month anniversary to let myself in. It’s late and Morgan is already crashed out. I can tell she was waiting up for me, cause there is a bottle of wine open on the side table next to the couch with two wine glasses, and she wasn’t in her pajamas yet. Oh God, I hope she wasn’t waiting for me to take a bath, I’ve missed that little ritual of ours. Her naked body lying between my legs, covered with bubbles, is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. The way she opens her legs for me and leans her knees to the sides of the tub so I can wash her, then gently moans and rocks her head into my chest as I do, sets me off like nothing else.
I make myself at home, letting Morgan sleep just a few minutes longer as I take a quick shower, then turn the lights off throughout the apartment and make sure her doors are locked. I’m desperate to make love to Morgan, but I decide not to wake her, and instead just carry her to her room, put her to bed, and hold her all night long.
“Shhhh, baby,” I say as Morgan stirs. I get her into bed, but am now trying to undress her gently so she doesn’t have to sleep in her jeans and sweater.
“Drake?” Morgan mumbles
as I slide the blanket over her, still resolved to let her sleep.
“Yes, it’s just me, you fell asleep on your couch.” I climb into bed beside Morgan and pull her close to me, wrapping my arms around her waist. I lean over, brush her hair off her shoulder, and kiss my favorite spot at the base of her neck right above her collar bone.
“Mmm,” Morgan says with a smile. She is starting to wake up a bit, but her eyes are still closed. “I’ve missed those lips.”
I can’t resist. I crawl on top of her, resting myself on my elbows that I’ve placed on either side of her head, and shower her face, neck and chest with gentle kisses. When she opens her eyes, meeting my gaze, I gently kiss her lips, memorizing every millimeter, before dipping my tongue into her mouth and taking a taste of what I’ve so greatly missed. Morgan’s tongue gently massages mine, and I lower myself onto her body, pressing soft kisses into her beautiful skin that is still holding on to its summer tan. I give her gentle nibbles and licks, savoring her taste as I reach a hand down to stroke her folds and gently massage her clit before sliding a finger inside. Morgan lets out a small moan and I begin my descent down her gorgeous body before letting my tongue take over for my fingers. My eyes are closed, but I can feel her hands grip the sheets on either side of her as I continue massaging her folds and sucking her clit.
“God, I’ve missed this taste. You are so beautiful, Morgan, I’ve missed you so much,” I say.