Free More by Keren Hughes Page B

climax. Drake loved it more than he’d ever admit.
    I gently removed his arm from around me and got out of bed. I was still wearing the black stockings from the night before, so I slipped out of them and pulled some clothes from the wardrobe. I went downstairs to make breakfast for my boys. Drake would be going to work, Ayden would be at school, giving me the day to myself to go shopping for Drake’s birthday. I hadn’t gone back to work since having Ayden. Drake had been content for me to busy myself being a wife, mother and homemaker. Although I wanted to contribute to the income of the house, Drake had wanted me to enjoy Ayden’s early years and make the most of it before finding a job. Reluctantly I had agreed, but soon it would be time for me to get back to work. I missed the office where I used to work for Drake, but I was also glad to have left because although I enjoyed the job, it had been weighing me down having to deal with not only the shitty people on our team, but the endless stream of people I had to deal with over the phone. Our job wasn’t one of the easiest—people would constantly call up, ranting and raving over all manner of things.
    I turned on my Bose sound system and set about making breakfast for my boys. They’d be up soon and I had a lot to get done.
    The sound of giggling sounded down the hallway. Drake walked into the kitchen carrying a laughing Ayden in his arms. He was squirming in his hold and trying to get free, but every time he got a foot on the floor, Drake tickled him again.
    I looked at my handsome husband, his green eyes sparkling with mischief as he played with his son. His unruly brown hair had grown out recently, making him look a little like McDreamy from Grey’s Anatomy . I had to admit, Patrick Dempsey was damn good looking but he wasn’t a patch on my ideal man, Drake Anderson. Drake had a perfectly toned body that you could see from the way his shirt clung to him, he had a dry sense of humour, was hard-working, dependable, and intelligent. But best of all, he was mine.
    “Morning, beautiful,” he said, breaking me out of my thoughts.
    “Morning,” I replied as I set his and Ayden’s breakfast on the table.
    “Morning, Mommy,” Ayden said as his father finally stopped tickling him and set him down to eat his breakfast.
    “Good morning, buddy,” I said, as I ruffled his blond hair.
    We sat and ate a quick breakfast together before I got Ayden ready for school. Drake always dropped him off on his way to work and I picked him up in an afternoon unless Drake was getting off work early.
    We all got into the car and Drake drove us to school. We dropped Ayden off and then Drake dropped me off at the shops. He knew I was birthday shopping, but he didn’t have a clue what I had in store for him this year. He kissed me goodbye—a slow, lingering kiss that left desire burning inside me. I smiled and waved him off to work before walking to the store for his main present and decorations for the house—I wouldn’t normally decorate but he was turning the big 4-0 so I was going to go all out.
     
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    Arriving home, arms laden with bags containing presents, decorations, and all the ingredients to make his favourite flavour cake, I smiled to myself as I set them down and went to make a cup of coffee. I thought about how hard it was going to be to make a red velvet cake in the shape of the throne from his favourite show, Game of Thrones . I’d bought modelling chocolate and wooden skewers to mould around in order to make the swords, the ingredients needed for grey/silver fondant icing for the rest of the throne, and I was going to try my hand at making his favourite character from modelling chocolate, though how much like Tyrion it would really look would depend on if I could tap into my artistic side.
    The coffee machine finished pouring my latte macchiato, so I took my mug into the lounge. I sat down, kicked my shoes off, reached over to turn my sound system on, and