The Agreement (37 page)

He leaned closer and kissed me, softly.

When he pulled back, he stroked my cheek.
"Look, I only have an hour. Will you come with me? Surely this person
isn't tailing you? We could go to my place on 8
th
Avenue but we'll have to hurry because of
traffic."

"Why don't we just stay if you only have an
little while. We can talk here," I said and brushed hair off his forehead.

"Ms.
Bennet
," he said,
grinning. "I don't want to
talk
." Then he leaned down and
kissed my throat. Desire washed over me at that and I felt a bit lightheaded,
gasping as his mouth moved over the tops of my breasts.

"Do you think it's advisable?" I said,
when he pulled me over to the couch and onto his lap so that I lay across him,
my arms around his neck. "I mean, do you think someone might come in? One
of your nurses? Or maybe…"

"Enough talking." He pressed me down
on the tiny couch and kissed me, his kiss starting off tender, but slowly
building in passion until we were both breathing hard. His hand searched my
body while his tongue searched my mouth, his fingers slipping under my sweater
to cup a breast through my bra, stroking the flesh that spilled out above the
fabric. Then his hand travelled down over my belly and down my thigh, pulling
up my jean skirt until he found my mound.

"I'm going to lock the door and fuck you
right now," he whispered, pressing his fingers against my clit through my
tights. I gasped and couldn't help but press against him. Then he got up and
went to the door, turning the lock. He came back and lay beside me again,
kissing my neck, pulling open my sweater, running his tongue over the tops of
my breasts. When he pulled the fabric down to expose one nipple and sucked on
it, sending a thrill through my body, I gasped.

He stopped sucking and pulled on my nipple. He
took my hand and ran it over top of his scrubs so I could feel his erection.

"See what you do to me?"

I smiled coyly. "That was your own
doing." Then, I heard voices outside the door. "Drake, is this a good
idea? Will you get in trouble if someone comes? Maybe we should stop?"

"Shh," he said. "You signed the
contract. No resistance." He kissed me again, leaning over me, stroking my
cheek, his fingers running over my bottom lip. "I want you
now
."

"Do you," I said, barely able to speak
as he nuzzled my neck. "Do you think it's a good idea before surgery?
Won't it, like, sap your vital essence or something?"

I felt his cheek raise in a smile against my
neck, then his mouth moved back down to my breasts.

"
Quiet
. You talk far too much. I'm
going to eat you," he said, taking my hand again and moving it down over
his balls. "
Right now
."

Then he pulled away and bent down, taking my
feet and removing my shoes, before unzipping my jean skirt and pulling down my
tights and underwear. He finished undressing me so that I was completely naked,
sitting on the couch. Still fully dressed, he knelt down and examined me.

"I'm going to have to shave you again
tonight," he said. "I look forward to it."

Then he buried his face between my spread
thighs, his fingers opening me up, his mouth and lips and tongue finding my
clit. I leaned back and just closed my eyes, for he was an unstoppable force.
My last coherent thought as he slipped two fingers inside of me was that I
tried to warn him, so if anything happened, I did my part. Then, I just let
myself feel what he was doing to me.

He worked me up, his tongue stroking all over my
aching flesh until my heart was racing, my breathing fast and shallow, pleasure
building in me. Just when I thought I might come, he withdrew his fingers. He
pulled me up and turned me around so that I leaned over the couch, my knees on
the seat and my body over the back. After unzipping, he stroked me with the
head of his cock for a few moments. When he entered me, moving slowly inside of
me, just a few inches, it felt so good I gasped. Then, he bent over me, one arm
around my waist so that he stroked me with his fingers.

"Tell me when you're close."

He kept his fingers on me as he thrust and soon,
I was ready, the sweetness growing in my groin.

"Drake,
I
…"

He increased his tempo, and soon, my orgasm
started, the pleasure building and then almost exploding through my body, my
face hot, my thighs quaking. He thrust even harder as if he could tell I was
coming, and it wasn't long after my own pleasure subsided that he came as well,
thrusting deeply, his mouth at my ear, grunting as he did.

He leaned against me, breathing hard, his hands
covering mine on the back of the couch.

"
Fuck
, I needed that…" He
kissed my shoulder and bit it gently.  "I needed
you
."
Finally, he slid out of me but when I tried to turn around, he stopped me.

"No, stay like that so I can admire you. My
come is running down your leg."

I smiled to myself. Drake Morgan, MD,
neurosurgeon, bass player, philanthropist, enjoying the evidence of his orgasm
inside of me. No matter how intelligent and accomplished he was, he was still a
man. A
kinky
man.

I said nothing, waiting for him to have his fill
of examining me in that position. He sat on a chair across from me and just
stared.

"Um, my legs are a bit shaky," I said.

"I know. I like seeing you shake because of
what I did to you."

Finally, he turned me around, using several
tissues to wipe me up. Then he pushed me down on the couch, lying on top of me.

"This won't affect your surgical
performance, will it?" I said, unable to keep a grin off my face.

He laughed out loud at that, his eyes crinkling
in the corners. "Probably. Might improve it."

"I thought men got all sleepy after an
orgasm."

"Sometimes, but it depends on the time of
day. Right now, I feel great. I was feeling very
deprived
, Ms. Bennet.
Very unhappy so a few extra pleasure endorphins will only help." He closed
his eyes and sighed, pressing his forehead against mine. "You just have no
idea how
relieved
I am. When I went up to your apartment, I made poor
Mrs. Kropotkin so frantic I thought she was going to call the police.  It
took every neuron I ever made studying Russian to convince her I didn't have
ill-intent. I was really worried about you."

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice soft,
feeling guilty for ignoring his messages. "Lara asked me to think about
what was more important – my happiness or your career. I left the
apartment because she told me you were coming over."

"You were planning on not seeing me ever
again?"

"I was afraid I'd hate myself if I did meet
with you." I nodded and even then, the thought of it physically hurt.
"I knew I wouldn't be able to resist you if I got within a foot of you. I
was right."

He smiled. "I can't resist
you
. I
don't want to. Kate, I can't leave this thing between us hanging. I have to
know
.
I have to know how far I can go with you."

A surge of something went through my body at
that. "I just don't want anything to happen to you because of me."

"If anything happens, it will be because
someone else made the wrong choice, not either of us. It will be because you're
important enough to me to take that risk." He kissed me then stroked my
cheek. "Your father was glad to see me and even he encouraged me to go to
your apartment and not give up."

I smiled. "He said he thought we were
really intense with each other and well-matched."

Drake nodded at that. "We are." He
kissed me softly.

"Maybe I should leave you alone for a while
before your next surgery."

He sighed. "Probably. I don't want you out
of my sight though."

"I'll go back to my father's for the rest
of the afternoon. I'll make an excuse to go back to my apartment for the night.
Then, we can meet at the apartment on 8
th
Avenue after your practice."

"Maybe I'll cancel tonight."

"
Don't
because of me. Your music is
important to you."

He stroked my cheek with the backs of his
fingers. "I don't want you out of arm's reach, Kate."

"I can't stay here all day," I said,
smiling. "We can spend the evening together at your secret hideaway.
After
your practice."

"Tonight." He kissed me again, softly.

"I should go now," I said. "Let
you focus before your next surgery."

"I wish I could cancel that, but I can't.
Poor man's been waiting for a while to get the procedure."

I stood and started dressing once more, pulling
on my underwear and tights. Drake helped, handing me my jean skirt, zipping it
up for me, buttoning the button. He helped me on with my bra and fastened the
front clasp. Then he pulled the sweater on and around my shoulders and buttoned
it up.

"You like dressing me?"

"Dressing and undressing a woman is a total
turn on and pleasure." Finally, he smoothed my hair before leaning down to
kiss me once more. "Where should I pick you up tonight?"

"I can meet you – it's probably
better that I don't get a ride with you anywhere. I'll take a taxi."

"I don't like leaving you alone. I don't
like loose ends, Kate."

"Just give me the address and I'll meet you
there."

"Give me your iPhone."

I reached into my bag and pulled it out. He took
it and called up my GPS, entering in the address and directions from my
father's apartment. "There," he said. "You can find your way
there easily with that."

I took the phone back. 8
th
Avenue a few blocks
away from Columbia, where I went to school. It would be convenient. I lived
just a dozen blocks to the north in Harlem.

He walked me to the door of his office.
"Are you sure I can't drive you back to your apartment?"

I shook my head. "No. I can take a taxi. I
don't want to be seen in your car just in case we run into anyone. We already
risked a lot coming here."

He exhaled. "OK, but I don't like this,
leaving you alone now. You can always call me and I can pick you up if you
change your mind. Text me and let me know you're on your way, OK? Otherwise,
I'll worry."

"I will."

He kissed me once more before I left him. Then
he watched me at his office door as I walked down the long hallway to the exit.

I hailed a taxi and took it back to my apartment
in Harlem, happy that we had made a decision, even though a sense of guilt
flooded through me. Lara would not be pleased.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The rest of the day couldn't pass quickly
enough. I went back to my father's apartment as I promised I would and was
smiling like an idiot thinking of my meeting with Drake later that night. I had
to bite my lip to stop the grin from getting any larger and took in a deep cleansing
breath. I put on my best glum face and popped my head into his study. He was
sitting in his chair, his tie undone and his shirt open at the collar, sleeves
rolled up. He had his black reading glasses on and was studying a paper.

"Hi, Daddy."

"Hello, dear," he said, putting the
paper down. "You're back. I was so worried about you."

"I thought I'd come by. I'm lonely…"

"Is everything OK with you? You look a bit
flushed."

I shook my head. "It's cold out."

"Are you feeling OK?"

"Still a bit disappointed."

He stood and came over to me, his hands on my
shoulders. "Are you sure you know what you're doing? Breaking up with
Drake? You two seemed so happy together while we were out scuba diving. What
changed?"

I sighed and turned away, feeling bad to be lying
to him, but I had no choice.

"I think I was just a bit infatuated but
when we were alone and away from everything, it just became apparent that he's
too old for me."

"Nonsense, Kate. I'm twenty years older
than Elaine and we're very happy."

"Maybe you're younger at heart than Drake,
Daddy. He's a bit of a fuddy-duddy."

"A fuddy-duddy?" He frowned at
me.  "I never would have thought that about Drake…"

Oh, Daddy, if you only knew how far from an old
fuddy-duddy he is…

"Will you be staying here all night?"

"No," I said, hoping I wasn't
overdoing it with the Drake dissing. "I'm better. I'll stay for supper if
it's OK and then go home. I have to go to class tomorrow so I need a good
night's sleep."