CHAPTER 13

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'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.'

'But?' Tessa prompted, sensing her husband was holding back.

'Perhaps you will consider,' Brad emphasized, 'letting our son spread his wings in small doses.'

'My baby is barely four years old,' she stated alarmingly. 'I cannot believe we are having this conversation.'

'At least we are having a conversation,' he smiled, drawing his wife into his arms again. 'Come on give me a hug.'
Tessa fell into his arms, hugging him to her chest. She knew the conversation they had just had was uncompleted, her husband had merely called a silent truce.

       The warm rays of the sun filtered through the plush curtains signalling early morning. Tessa reached out snaking her arm around Brad's neck. She snuggled closer, brushing her lips against his throat. Brad stirred and pulled her closer.

'Morning,' he whispered sleepily.

'Good morning,' she smiled, kissing him. Brad's palm smothered over her leg, drawing her even closer, his fingers feathered erotic caresses over her upper thigh. Tessa's fingers entangled into Brad's hair, she grazed her cheek against his prickly stubble, nibbling at the edge of his chin. Tessa looked adoringly into Brad's eyes. He was wide awake now. Brad lowered his head and brushed her lips with his teasingly. Tessa sighed. Angling her head she returned the kiss lazily. She slipped one rather sexy thigh between Brad's legs. Her soft palm cupped his face, as she deepened the kiss.

'Momma?'

Tessa moaned. Her lips still entangled with her husband's, she opened her eyes. His eyes were highly amused, about what she had no idea. Tessa used her pillow and slapped it over Brad's face.

'Morning sweetheart,' Tessa rolled around and smiled at Lyndon. 'How are you feeling?' she lifted her upper body, placing the back of her one palm on his forehead. Thankfully his temperature was back to normal.

'Is my daddy gone to work? He did not read me my book last night. '

'Work? We are on holiday my angel.'

'Can we phone my daddy?'

'I can do better than that. Close your eyes,' Tessa laughed.
Enthusiastically Lyndon closed his eyes, excitement building at the possibility of a pleasant surprise. Tessa lifted Lyndon into her arms. 'Keep your eyes closed,' she smiled. She placed Lyndon on Brad's chest and removed the pillow from over Brad's head.

'Hey tiger,' Brad laughed.

'My daddy,' Lyndon flung his tiny arms around Brad. 'I slept in your bed last night,' Lyndon giggled, cradling his head on Brad's shoulder.

'I hope you're not going to make that a habit,' Brad spoke in a serious tone.

'I like your big bed,' Lyndon bounced on Brad's stomach, and it has momma in it.'

'Ouch,' Brad pretended to be wounded. 'I will buy you a bigger bed,' he spoke in between huge gulps of air.

'Don't hurt daddy angel.'

'I'm hungry momma.'

'I agree, bacon and eggs sounds wonderful right now,' Brad smiled.

Afraid to be sick again, Lyndon dropped his head and solemnly murmured, 'no thank you daddy, I will have my cereal.'

'I think you can have the same breakfast as daddy this morning Lyndon,' Tessa reached for the phone. 'Darling should I order room service, or you two want to go downstairs?'

'"You two?" Her husband queried.

'The both of you are clearly starving. I am not skipping the gym again this morning.'

'Fine, room service,' Brad answered sulkily.

'I love you too Blakely,' Tessa lowered her head and kissed her husband. She then placed their breakfast order.

'Can I come to the gym with you please momma?'

'I thought you are hungry?' She hoped to gym, whilst they had breakfast.

'I can eat and then gym with you.'

Tessa laughed. 'It is generally a good idea to eat after you do any exercising.'

'I want to go with you momma.'

Tessa looked at Brad. He rested his arms under his head and returned Tessa's looked noncommittally.
'You could instruct your son to remain here and eat his breakfast.'

'Our son wants to gym,' Brad grinned. He reached over Tessa and called the concierge. Tessa pulled a few strands of his hair roughly.

'Don't be violent,' Brad laughed as he waited for his call to be answered.

'I'm going to shower,' Tessa slipped out of the bed. As she walked into the bathroom, she heard Brad placing an order for some training gear for Lyndon. He was informing the operator of Lyndon's age and instructing what sports items to send up. Tessa took her time in the shower, so Lyndon could finish his breakfast.

When she came out, dressed in her gym gear, father and son were wearing matching black fleecy towelling gowns. Surprise, surprise, Lyndon was almost finished with breakfast. Lyndon's sneakers were at the foot of their bed. A cute pair of blue designer gym shorts with a solid grey stripe down the length was waiting for Lyndon with a matching designer grey T shirt.

'I just have to brush my teeth momma. Wait for me please,' he ran to the bathroom.

'That was quick,' Tessa grinned looking at Lyndon's empty plate.

'I just served him a small portion,' Brad smiled.

'You're joining us?' Tessa invited.

'I could if you want me,' he replied leadingly.

Her eyes duelled with his. Tessa walked to Brad's chair and lowered herself onto his lap. 'I do want you,' she whispered. 'I shall have you tonight come hell or high water.'

'Sounds promising,' Brad ran his fingers over her bare thigh.

'My daddy leave momma. We have to go to the gym,' Lyndon stood to the entrance of the bathroom with a huge blob of tooth paste at the corner of his mouth. Never mind that his momma was comfortably perched on Brad's lap and her arms were seductively inside his gown.

'Did you look in the mirror?' Brad stood up, keeping his arm around Tessa.

'I brushed my teeth my daddy.'

'You have toothpaste on your face,' Tessa took a step forward towards Lyndon.

Brad held her back. 'Go back and wash your face son. Use the soap.'

'Yes my daddy,' he ran back to the bathroom. When he came out again, his gown was drenched. Tessa bet the bathroom floor was a mess as well.

'Darling I have to remove that wet gown off Lyndon,' Tessa hoped Brad was not wanting Lyndon to dress himself.

Brad nodded, helping himself to another mug of coffee.

'There you go,' Tessa finished helping Lyndon into his gym gear. 'Let's go master Blakely, you have delayed me long enough.
Tessa quite enjoyed being entertained by Lyndon in the gym. He did not find the equipment as easy to pick up as he imagined. His mummy had to wait for him often, when he was breathless, whilst she breezed through her routine. Brad did join them, but he did not exert himself. Occasionally lifting weights or using the treadmill. Lyndon tried the treadmill as well, but after five minutes he need fifteen minutes of rest lying flat on his back on the floor. His mummy and daddy were hilarious. After an hour and a half, Tessa decided the men in her life had been sufficiently punished, although if truth be told, they had not really put in more than thirty minutes of real exercise.

     'Look my daddy,' Lyndon pointed to the massive billboard. 'There's Mickey Mouse.'

'Where?' Brad deliberately looked in the opposite direction. Lyndon had no idea his parents were taking him to the Disneyland Theme Park. They had taken a leisurely morning ride around Paris and then the RER train that stopped in the Disneyland Park.

'That side,' Lyndon turned in his daddy's arms and guided Brad's face towards the massive billboard.

'Ah yes, I see,' Brad feigned ignorance. 'Shall we go and have a look there darling?' Brad asked Tessa innocently.

'Oh alright,' she played along.

'Thank you my daddy,' Lyndon clapped his hands, horsing about in his daddy's arms.

Tessa removed their tickets from Brad's back pocket. She pushed her husband forward to precede her, so Lyndon could not see the tickets. Lyndon was awestruck at all the almost life size characters he encountered. He walked through giant castles, shook hands with many animated characters, took numerous photographs with them,together with daddy and mummy. Brad bought Lyndon an armful of stuffed toys and other Disney memorabilia that would be delivered to their suite. Lyndon wanted to keep one with him as they walked about and visited the many interesting sights at the park. His mummy was pleased to observe that he was more cautious today about the junk food offered to him.

After another exhilarating day of sightseeing and adventure, the exhausted Lyndon fell asleep immediately after an early dinner. Brad had plans to take his wife out for the night. Stacy was called upon to baby sit Lyndon.

Brad was having difficulty keeping his eyes and hands of Tessa. She was dressed to kill in a figure hugging cobalt mini dress. The delicate silk spaghetti straps showed off her well defined shoulders to advantage. The above the knee dress presented ample view of her sexy well shaped legs in nude stilettos. Again tonight, she wore the stunning platinum earrings her husband had gifted her with. It dazzled and shimmered in her earlobes, adding to the sparkle in her eyes. Brad stood behind Tessa and flirted nonstop.

'So sexy,' he groaned huskily. His fingers slid up her thigh and hovered at her satin briefs.

'I'm not undressing now Blakely,' Tessa's hand closed over Brad's. She wanted him just as passionately, but they did have dinner plans.

'Are you sure?' Brad moaned, when her fingers hesitated and laced through his.

She turned around and kissed him hungrily. Brad's fingers lifted her dress and moulded her petite shapely bottom against his aroused manhood.

'Darling,' she sighed. 'We have dinner reservations.'

'You're killing me,' he murmured, placing her palm over his erect manhood.

'You don't really want my hand there do you?' she grinned.

'More than I care for dinner right now,' he replied hoarsely. 'Nevertheless,' he inhaled deeply. 'Shall we?' he offered her his arm.

Brad punched the button for the elevator. Tessa deliberately stood away from Brad as they stepped inside. Luckily they were alone as the elevator made the slow journey downwards. Tessa stole a look at Brad he looked gorgeous, hot, aroused, testosterone on wheels. His eyes were admiring her upper legs. When he dragged his eyes to her face, his own uncontainable desire was reflected in her naked eyes.

'You have ---lipstick on your cheek,' she murmured.

'Do I?' he made no attempt to remove it. She took the three steps to him and lifted a finger to his cheek. Brad's mouth moved with precision to capture her finger into his mouth. Tessa groaned and closed her eyes. Brad pinned her against his chest, his mouth descended hungrily over hers. She kissed him back, her fingers cupping his face. Brad forced her against the wall of the elevator.

His finger slipped inside her satin briefs. 'Darling---,' Tessa cried out. He used his other hand to stop the elevator. Tessa was oblivious to all else but Brad's expert fingers about to make her climax.

'I want you,' she pleaded, unzipping him. Brad's mouth worried at her cleavage until it found one aroused nipple. His fingers caressed her heated mound. She was hot and moist. Her fingers freed him, circling the erect rigged shaft.

'Darling,' she begged, urging him inside her. Their lips clashed, their tongues danced a rhythm. Brad lowered her briefs. He lifted one  leg around his waist. She was hot and ready and so was he. He thrust into her, shut his eyes and gloried in the depths of her heated flesh. Tessa was impatient, she hurried him, forcing the pace until he continued his rhythmic thrusts in and out over and over repeatedly until Tessa exploded and he followed after her.

'God Lord! I cannot believe what we just did,' Tessa exclaimed. 'What if somebody came in?'

'We're safe,' Brad panted. 'I stopped the elevator.'

'You did? We have to go back to our suite,' Tessa pleaded. 'I can't go to dinner like this.'

'You look great. Sexy, satiated, stunning __,' he grinned.

'Brad!'

'Fine,' he punched the button again and hoped it would not continue downwards, before it heeded his second command.

      When they got back from a most pleasant dinner, Lyndon was wide awake and in their bed. Tessa looked at Brad with total dread in her eyes.

'No,' she groaned loudly.

'Lyndon, why are you awake?' Brad questioned his son.

'I woke up all of a sudden. I could not sleep. I feel safe in your bed my daddy.'

'Sorry Mrs. Blakely, he woke up crying and ran to your room. He did not want to go back to his bed. So I let him stay here and he stopped crying.

Brad and Tessa exchanged a concerned look. Did their son have a nightmare? Was he afraid to be alone? What caused him to have a nightmare?

'Thank you Stacy. You did good,' Tessa nodded. 'You can have the rest of the night off now.'

'Good night Lyndon. Good night Mr. and Mrs. Blakely.

'Good night Stacy,' everybody bid her good night.

'Hey tiger,' Brad lifted his son into his arms. 'You want to tell daddy what happened?'

'The ogre he ate the mummy and daddy and the baby hid under the leaf in the forest. When I went to sleep he came for me. He thought I was the baby under the leaf.'
Lyndon clung to his daddy. He was trembling fearfully. Brad looked at Tessa. She nodded almost imperceptibly.

'Come and lie down here son,' Brad carefully lowered his son onto their bed.

'He's not going to come for me, is he my daddy?'

'No son. I won't let him come in,' Brad held his son tightly.

Tessa slipped in on the other side, she ran her fingers through Lyndon's hair. She kissed his cheek. Before long Lyndon was sound asleep again.

'Am I not going to have one night to make love to my wife in the City of Love?' Brad groaned.

'We could extend our holiday by another day,' Tessa proposed.

'I must get back darling, I'm sorry,' Brad sighed.

'Hey we will make love in our own bed back home,' Tessa cupped Brad's face.

'I wanted to make love to you here,' Brad murmured. 'I wanted us to fall pregnant here in Paris,' he spoke passionately.

'It will happen soon,' Tessa spoke with a confidence she was not feeling. She reached over and sealed it with a kiss.

     The next day was a rush, last minute shopping to buy souvenirs. Brad was getting a battery of calls from the office. Tessa knew their stay could not be extended. Her husband was needed back home. Late afternoon they headed back to London. Bentley and Brad spent the entire flight huddled over their laptops. When they arrived home, Brad made his apologies. He and Bentley had a working dinner in Brad's study. Tessa kept Lyndon in their bed, hoping when Lyndon fell asleep Brad would carry their son to his own bed. It was past midnight went Tessa drifted off to sleep. Brad had still not come to bed.

      The next two days at the office, demanded Brad's time. He left early to the office. When Tessa was done for the day, Brad was still working. When he got to bed he was dog tired. Tessa did not have the heart to rob her husband of his much needed sleep.

'Morning darling,' Tessa kissed her husband on the Friday morning.

'Morning,' Brad kissed her back. 'I've not been much of a husband the last few days have I?' Brad groaned.

'At least we see you every morning and night,' she smiled.

'I promise this weekend, I'm all yours,' he kissed his wife again.

'I'm taking Lyndon to see Aunt Bertha after lunch. I don't suppose you will be joining us,' Tessa playfully ruffled her husband's hair.

'Sorry darling. My diary is hectic until seventeen hundred hours today.'

'That's okay. We bought Aunt Bertha an amazing painting. I can't wait to give it to her.'

'Thank you my love,' Brad hugged his wife.

'Darling,'

'Hmm?'

'When we go to New York again, I'd like us to take Aunt Bertha with.'

'I hope you can convince her,' Brad smiled. 'She is terrified of flying. I've tried often to no avail,' Brad looked at his watch. 'I must be on my way darling.'

'See you in the office,' Tessa waved with a

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