Page 88 of Baby Daddy
CHAPTER 36
Dee
Icouldn’t believe it! I was on a plane about to land in New York.
Drake had convinced me to go with him. Ordered me was more like it as he needed my help at the licensing show. He had arranged for Ty to stay at his parents’ house; his mother was thrilled to have her, delighted to take her back and forth to school as well as excited to start her ice skating lessons. My precious cupcake was equally excited, especially when the big limo came to pick us up…to drop Ty at the Hansons’ house and then take Drake and me to LAX. There was only one stipulation—I needed to be home by Friday for Ty’s kindergarten graduation. It was something I couldn’t miss. Drake agreed; he promised Ty he’d be there too.
Right after we touched down at JFK airport in the early evening, Drake took me shopping. Somehow, thanks to his fashionable mother’s influence, he’d managed to convince Barney’s on Fifth Avenue to stay open late just for us. While casual attire suited Los Angeles just fine, I needed a sophisticated New York wardrobe for the Licensing Expo. So our Town Car made a stop at the chic department store, where with the help of a personal shopper, Drake bought me a dozen designer dresses and matching red-soled stilettos, enjoying every minute of my fashion show as I paraded in and out of the dressing room. I should also mention that on the way out, he couldn’t resist buying me an insane amount of sexy lingerie that matched every outfit. Armed with garment bags and shopping bags, we headed to the Walden Hotel where we ordered room service and made endless love. If Drake had his way, we would have never left the room.
The Licensing Expo began on Monday and we quickly got into a routine. A quick, early morning fuck in bed or in the shower followed by breakfast and then a Town Car picked us up to take us to the Javits Center where the show was being held.
Wow! I’d never seen anything like it. It was a circus! Pure bedlam. The dizzyingly expansive space that seemed to go on for miles was filled with aisles and aisles of vendors from around the world marketing their wares to countless buyers who likewise expanded the globe. There were costumed characters galore and I even saw a dog that could perform a hundred tricks, his owner promising he’d be bigger than Lassie. Everyone was out to make a buck.
The huge Hanson Entertainment booth was located in a prime location…just as you walked into the exhibition hall. Dozens of buyers were milling around it, many clamoring to take photos with the costumed Danger Rangers. Orchestrating these photo ops was my main responsibility along with maintaining Drake’s hectic schedule while he and his head of licensing met non-stop with new and existing licensees. Drake’s main focus was to get a major toy deal for Mighty Girl. If Tyson didn’t need to practice all week for her kindergarten graduation ceremony, Drake would have brought her along. He was convinced my loveable, spunky little girl with her red cape could have charmed the pants off anyone and cinched a deal. He was right.
I saw Drake in an entirely new light. He was more devastating than ever, as if that was possible, dressed in custom-tailored suits that showcased his tall athletic physique, and coordinating silk ties that complemented his sparking blue eyes. He was alive and animated, the consummate showman who could woo buyers and make them want to partner with Hanson. With endless meeting after meeting, we hardly had a minute to spend with each other. But at least a few times a day, Drake managed to get me into one of the small meeting rooms for a delicious kiss that melted me as much as energized me.
Evenings were consumed by cocktails with prospective licensees, business dinners at posh restaurants, and then more drinks back at the hotel. Worn out by the end of the long day, we couldn’t wait to retreat to our luxurious suite and just be with one another. To fuck our brains out until we fell asleep. I’d never slept as well as I did in Drake Hanson’s loving arms.
The week went by quickly. With our crazy schedule that began at the crack of dawn and usually ended around midnight, sometimes later, I really never got to see the sites of New York. But truthfully, the only site I longed to see was my gorgeous man. And he was all mine.
There were only two downers. So far, Drake hadn’t been able to secure a toy deal for Mighty Girl. Most of the big toy companies like Mattel and Hasbro already had a popular girls’ toyline. Drake tried to convince them that Mighty Girl was different…that it was inspirational and educational, not just aspirational, and stood apart from all the Bratz, Disney Princesses, Wonder Women, and Strawberry Shortcakes out there. Sadly, no one got the concept.
And sadly, for me, I missed my little Mighty Girl terribly. I managed to FaceTime with her at least twice a day. She was having the time of her life. She gave me a grand tour of the Hansons’ mansion that rivaled Jackie Kennedy’s tour of the White House and included a detailed account of her pink fairy-tale-like room with its princess canopy bed. She also kept me abreast of her skating progress. To my amazement, thanks to Drake’s mother, she had become quite the little skater, able to glide on her blades expertly both forward and backward and even do a small arsenal of tricks. She couldn’t stop talking about how nice Drake’s parents were, including his father, who taught her how to play checkers and make cookies in her new Easy Bake oven. Drake’s super rich parents were spoiling her, and I was worried if she could adjust back to our simple lifestyle. How could I compete with my meager earnings? The only thing that gave me hope was that she couldn’t wait for me to come home.
I’d be home soon. I sighed as I gazed out the window of our hotel suite. In a few hours, Drake and I would be on a plane heading back to LA. Thirty stories above the street, I drank in the early evening beauty of this magnificent, towering city, hoping one day to return, this time with Ty and take in all the sites. As I fantasized riding in a horse-drawn carriage through Central Park with Ty snuggled next to me and the man I loved on the other side holding us both close to him, a warm breath grazed the back of my neck, and in the glass, I could see Drake’s reflection. My skin heated. He was bared to me, every ripple of his incredible body glistening against the glimmering New York skyline.
“Let’s leave this city with something to remember,” he whispered in my ear as one hand curled around a breast, massaging it, and the other slid under the waistband of my sweat pants until I was melting with need.
His nimble fingers caressed my slick folds. “Jesus, D-baby, you’re always so fucking wet and ready.”
I moaned at both his touch and words. His voice was low and gravelly. So full of raw lust. Removing his hand from my breast after tweaking my nipple, he yanked down my sweats.
“Spread for me,” he ordered before sucking my neck and arousing me further. Not wearing panties, I was so wet there was a river between my legs.
Breathlessly, I did as he asked. Then, my eyes flitted to the throngs of people scuttling along Park Avenue and at the endless stream of cars and cabs cruising along the wide two-way street. Despite how miniscule they appeared from my vantage point, a shudder shimmied through me.
“Drake, don’t you think people will see us?”
He chortled. “It’s New York, baby; nobody gives a shit.”
And as he started to rub my throbbing clit, the truth was the whole world could be watching and I wouldn’t give a shit. Groaning with ecstasy, I arched my head back and gripped his powerful thighs as he rubbed his already sheathed concrete-hard shaft against my backside.
“I’m going to fuck you against the window, and when I’m done, I’m going to wipe my cock on the pane and leave Manhattan with a souvenir. Spell out with my cum: Drake & Dee were here.” He swallowed a smug laugh. “Make that…Drake & Dee came here.”
So turned on and needy for him, I was in no condition to make a witty comeback. “Oh, Drake, I want you so badly inside me. Fuck me now. Please.”
“Christ. I love it when you beg.”
On my next heated breath, he began to push his huge cock inside me, and as he filled me, I leaned forward, squeezing my eyes shut and pressing my warm hands against the cool glass. I groaned again once his magnificence was deep within me, and after he pulled out halfway, he began to bang me without mercy. My hands pressed so hard against the window I thought I might knock it out and we’d go tumbling thirty stories to the ground.
“Baby, don’t worry,” Drake grunted out, punctuating each thrust, as if reading my mind. “If you go, I go. But you’ll be coming so hard you won’t know what hit you.”
“Oh, God,” I cried out as he pummeled me harder and faster, his hands gripping my hips as they rocked into him.
“Don’t hold back. When you come, I want you to scream so loudly the hotel staff hears you.” He thrust again, even deeper. “No, make that all of New York. They’ll be singing my name on Broadway.”
Between pants, whimpers, and a loud chorus of “Oh, Gods,” I felt myself building rapidly toward an out of this world climax, the sensation of a massive orgasm rising inside me like a wildfire. And then almost on the verge, I heard my cell phone ring.