“You think so?”

“Mmm, I do.”

He smiled. “I’m glad to hear you say that.”

“Where were we?”

Glancing down at his crotch, Pesh said, “I think we’re starting over from my perspective.”

Megan’s hand went to cup his now deflated erection. She rubbed him over the boxers before dipping her hand inside to grip him. Pesh hissed in a breath. His head fell back against the headboard as she started stroking his growing length. Sliding down his body, she brought her hand to his lap and took him into her mouth. Her tongue teasingly flicked across the tip. Pesh’s hand came to tangle in her hair. She did leisurely strokes up and down his length before bringing him into her mouth. As she began bobbing up and down, Pesh’s groans echoed through the room.

As she cut her gaze up to him, he glanced down at her with hooded eyes. “So good, baby. So, so good,” he murmured.

When he started tensing up, she let him fall free of her mouth. “I want you to come inside me,” she said, as she climbed up his body. Rising up on her knees, she brought Pesh’s hands to the elastic band of her underwear. He tore them off her h*ps and down her thighs. Somehow she managed to get them off and toss them to the floor beside the bed.

Leaving on the bustier, she guided his erection to her core. Slowly, she eased down on him, inch by inch. When he was balls deep inside her, she sat back on his thighs. Raising her knees, she placed both her feet flat on the mattress. From this position, she was giving Pesh quite the view as she rose on and off of him. As the pressure began building inside her, the more frantic her movements became. Harder and harder she bounced, the sound of skin slapping along with grunts and panting echoing through the room. When Pesh’s fingers came to tease her clit, she came undone, crying out and collapsing onto his chest. He continued raising his h*ps to pump into her until he came a few moments later.

Brushing the hair out of her face, Pesh stared up at Megan with a satisfied expression. She brought her lips to his for a gentle kiss. “I love you, Mr. Nadeen.”

“Do you?”

She bobbed her head. “I love you and your talented fingers and dick, all of who give me wonderful orgasms.”

He barked out a laugh. “I’ve married such a naughty girl, haven’t I?”

“Yes, you have.”

“I wouldn’t have you any other way, my love.”

Megan smiled as he slid free of her body. Easing her onto her side, Pesh spooned up behind her, nuzzling his face in her neck. “Rest now,” he said, drowsily.

“Yes, you need your rest. I’m going to want more of you in a little while.”

His chuckle made her tingle with love and lust. With the feel of his arm wrapped around her, Megan let her drooping eyes close and drifted off to a contented sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Three

As they sat outside the courtroom waiting to be called in, Megan adjusted Mason’s blue and white striped tie for the hundredth time. “Mommy, no,” he pleaded.

She snatched her hands away. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll leave you alone.”

“Tank you,” he replied, going back to his game on his tablet.

The truth was her nervous hands needed to be doing something. Sensing her need, Pesh reached over and took her hands in his. “Relax. Everything is going to be fine.”

Megan wanted to believe him, but she couldn’t help feeling anxious. She wouldn’t be able to calm down until the ink had dried on the paperwork. Her feet, encased in black heels, tapped anxiously on the floor. The clattering noise echoed around the atrium. As she glanced between Pesh and Mason, Megan had to smile. The two men in her life looked almost identical today in their navy suits and ties. Of course Mason’s was considerably smaller than Pesh’s.

When the door opened and a clerk poked her head out the door, Megan’s heartbeat started thrumming faster and faster. “Megan Nadeen?”

She shot off the bench. “That’s us. I mean, I’m Megan Nadeen.”

The clerk smiled. “You guys can come in now.”

Taking a deep breath, Megan reached for Mason’s hand. “This is it, baby.”

He grinned and then glanced up at Pesh. “You be my daddy now?”

Pesh smiled. “Yes, I’m going to be your daddy for real now.”

They walked through the massive doors of the courtroom. The judge, in his ominous black robe, gazed down at them from his bench. “Good morning,” he said, politely.

“G-Good morning,” Megan stammered.

“I understand that we’re here today to petition for the adoption of the minor child, Mason Patrick McKenzie?”

“Yes,” Megan and Pesh replied.

“First, we need to swear you all in,” the judge said.

Megan went through the motions of the procedure, trying desperately to calm her nerves. When Pesh had first broached the subject of formally adopting Mason, she initially had been thrilled and honored. But then she had to worry about whether Davis would allow Pesh to adopt Mason or not. Although he still had nothing to do with his son, Davis hadn’t shown a lot of enthusiasm about the prospect. The closer they got to the adoption hearing, the more Megan worried that he would refuse.

“Dr. Nadeen, I understand that you wish to adopt the minor child of your wife?”

Pesh nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, your honor, I would.”

“I see that you and your wife have been married less than two months, and that you’ve only known her a year.” The judge adjusted his glasses that had slid down his pointy nose. “Do you think it wise to legally bind yourself to this child after such a short time?”

Megan fought the urge to stalk up to the bench and smack the judge. Instead, she took deep breaths and tried to reign in her temper. She glanced over at Pesh who merely smiled pleasantly at the judge. “Your honor, I realize that on paper it might seem as though I am rushing into things. However, I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life as I am about my love for Megan and in turn, my love for Mason. I’ve waited a long time to be a father, and I don’t want to have to waste another second.”

“I see.” The judge eyed the folder open before him. “I understand the biological father has had no contact with the child.”

“That’s correct,” Megan replied.

“He has also waved his parental rights so that Dr. Nadeen can adopt his son.”

Megan exhaled a relieved breath that Davis had signed the paperwork. “I’m glad to hear that, your honor,” she said.