He tongued me and sucked on my clit and soon enough, I felt the familiar ache that proceeded my orgasm.
“Master, I think…” I managed and he stroked inside of me, pressing his tongue flat against my clit and that sent me over. Pleasure filled me, almost blinding me with its intensity and I began to spasm around his fingers.
“There you go,” he said and continued to stroke inside of me while I clenched around his fingers. “That’s my girl.”
When I was finished, I lay back on the bed with my eyes closed and breathed in deeply. Drake pulled my panties back on for me and smoothed down my dress. Then he lay on top of me, resting between my thighs, and kissed me.
Just then the door to the bedroom opened and one of Drake’s students poked his head in.
“Oops,” the man said and caught my eye. “Sorry.”
The door closed and I covered my mouth with a hand. “Oh, God, Drake…”
“That was Chris Dawson,” Drake said. “He’s a good guy. He won’t think anything of it. Don’t worry.”
Drake kissed me again, his mouth curved in a wicked smile. “He’ll probably tell one of the other residents and word will spread like wildfire that Dr. Morgan is lying on the bed with his fiancée.”
“That’s what you wanted, right?”
“No,” he said and shook his head. “What I really wanted was to have you obey me and risk being caught. It shows me that you’re ready and willing to do what I say even if you feel uncomfortable.” He kissed me once more. “We’re perfect for each other, in other words.”
“We are.”
I smiled as he kissed a trail down my throat to my breast, which he cupped over the fabric.
We were perfect for each other. Sam, Claire, Sefton and any other doubters could all go to hell.
I was his and he was mine—body, mind and soul.
Of course, we entered the living room together, hand in hand. Drake had the biggest smile on his face as if he was making a point with everyone there – look at us. We’re inseparable.
My cheeks were hot as we walked up to the canapé table and refreshed our drinks. When I glanced around, there were quite a few grins on the faces of those who were present. Sam, however, was not smiling and I felt triumph that she got the message loud and clear.
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I squeezed Drake’s hand and smiled up at him. He turned to me and smiled back.
“Well played, Dr. Morgan,” I said softly. “Well played.”
“I am a Master,” he said with a grin.
We sat around the large dining room table and ate a feast of local cuisine while Michael and Drake regaled their audience with tales of the OR and patients they had treated. I sat beside Drake and listened to their talk, feeling like I was seeing inside Drake’s world for the first time.
They bragged to each other about the speed of their surgeries and their very low complication rates like a couple of cocks on the walk, as my father would have said. The students all smiled and laughed, enjoying the performance. Drake held my hand when he could, squeezing it now and then, and I thoroughly enjoyed the rest of the evening.
Sefton sat beside Claire and listened closely to Drake and Michael as they spoke about their time together. Every now and then I felt his eyes on me, but I never once met them. I refused to engage him in any way. My focus was entirely on Drake.
The rest of the evening went well up until I went to the washroom and left Drake alone in the living room. When I returned, Drake was nowhere to be found, so I went in search of him and found him in the kitchen, leaning against the island with a very angry-looking Sam facing him. I stood in the doorway and listened, for neither appeared to know I was there.
“I hope you don’t regret it down the road when she realizes how bad being married to a surgeon really is,” Sam said, her voice petulant.
“What happens between Kate and me is none of your business,” Drake said, his voice low and slow, like he was really trying to rein in his anger. “I won’t have to keep usual surgeon’s hours because I can take only the cases I really enjoy, so I won’t ever neglect our marriage. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he said and pushed past her. He saw me in the doorway and came right over to me and kissed me, pulling me into his arms.
“There you are,” he said and pulled me out of the hallway and into the living room, our hands locked together. “I hope she gets a clue, but I doubt it.”
“Did she ambush you when you were alone?” I said, surprised that she had the balls to do so. I glanced back to the kitchen door and she was standing there, her face dark.
“Unfortunately. I went in to get some more ice and she followed me. I had to speak with her and she tried to warn me off marrying you once more. Can you even believe her nerve?”