THE Media Baron's Heiress (BOOK 2)

CHAPTER 13

'Are you comfortable?' Brad whispered, shifting up to accommodate his wife.

'Yes,' she nestled in his arms, 'don't move, I have enough place.'

'Mmm you smell beautiful,' Brad murmured, trailing soft kisses down her throat. Tessa's lips moved to capture his mouth. Her arm curved around his neck as she moved closer to Brad with her back to their son. Brad gently pushed at her shoulder forcing her on her back. He deftly unbuttoned her sleep shirt. His lips trailed from her neck to her breast.

'Oh darling,' she whispered in his ear, as Brad teeth's suckled and nibbled at her aroused nipple. Tessa pressed at the nape of his neck. Her nails grazed over his shoulders finding that sensitive spot and piercing into his flesh. Brad's head lifted, his soft groan filled his wife's ears. She smiled. She knew exactly how he would respond to her every touch. She knew exactly how each touch aroused him.

'Touch me darling,' Brad guided Tessa's hand to his already aroused manhood. Her hand slipped beneath his satin smooth boxers, she cupped the rigged form between her thumb and fore finger. Brad's cry of pleasure and his whispered endearments were lost as her lips took possession of his. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, sensually entwining with his. Brad's fingers slipped under her sleep shirt, into her silk briefs. His palms cupped her bottom. Tessa groaned, calling out his name.

'Darling---,' Tessa pushed at Brad's chest. He dragged his head up. The dark desired filled eyes, fighting for control. 'I'm sorry,' Tessa whispered.

'What!' Brad's husky voice was still not in control.

'I---can't do this with Lyndon in our bed,' she whispered, her fingers running through his hair. Brad lowered his head onto her chest. His fingers laced through Tessa's. He lifted her hands above her head.

'I'm sorry,' she winced, brushing her lips to his, in apology. He remained still, calling his body to submission. She waited patiently biding her time.

'Come here,' Brad murmured rolling onto his back. He cradled Tessa in his arm, guiding her head onto his chest.

'Darling,' Tessa spoke softly, her fingers drawing circles lightly on Brad's chest.

'Hmm.'

'We should have asked mom and dad to join us.'

Brad laughed softly.

'What's funny?' She stabbed him in the stomach.

'Darling even if we hired two dozen helpers to watch Lyndon around the clock,' Brad kissed his wife on her forehead. 'You would still want to be instrumentally involved.'

'Are you accusing me of being a control freak?' Tessa lifted her body, resting her weight on her elbow, assuming a battle stance.

Brad smiled. His fingers brushed the strands of hair away from Tessa's face. 'How many times has Joseph requested you to allow him to take Lyndon to New York?' he gently probed.

'Well---I can't send my son so far away to another continent!'
Brad raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
Another continent?
Lyndon would be going to his devoted grandparents, not a refugee camp. His wife was born in New York. She spent all her life there until four years ago. It was not like commuting across the Atlantic took six months. His very intelligent wife knew from experience that a flight covered the journey in less than half a day.

'Lyndon needs me and---I need him and he needs you,' she babbled.
Ic not going to say anything further?' She tested softly.

'You are Lyndon's mother darling,' Brad cupped her face. 'Nobody will usurp your position.'