Forever With The CEO: A marriage of convenience romance (The Whitley Brothers)

I’d been so good at holding myself in check all evening. In fact, I deserved a damn medal because I was on my best behavior last night too. I’d been so close to pulling her into my lap in that steam room and kissing her. And we would never have stopped at a kiss. It would have been impossible. I wanted to do things differently today, yet here I was, hand buried in her hair, unable to stop touching her.

“Nick!”

I slowly pulled back. I wanted to kiss her temple and then get us out of the bedroom to somewhere safe. Instead, I did something else entirely.

I kissed a straight line from her temple to the corner of her mouth. She was trembling, and I couldn’t stop myself any longer. I licked her upper lip and bit the lower one. She opened up without my even having to ask, and I captured her mouth. This was everything I’d needed and wanted for weeks—way before our fake marriage plans. That one kiss in front of Bob and Sophie had been great but nothing compared to this.

I wasn’t holding back at all, giving her my tongue, exploring her mouth as I gripped her hair even harder. I liked that it was so thick and luscious; I could probably bury both hands in it.

I only paused the kiss enough to tilt her head up so I could move my mouth down her jaw and her neck. She was wearing another flowery dress, and all I could think of was how easy it would be to take it off her. I was already losing my mind, and we hadn’t even moved in together.

When she reached for my shirt, I realized the feeling was mutual.

She wasn’t pushing me away. Instead, she moved her hands under my T-shirt.

I wasn’t going to let her walk out of here tonight without having her. It wasn’t possible. We both desperately needed it.

She pushed her hand even farther up my chest as I deepened the kiss. She was moving her fingers in a pattern. I smiled against her mouth when I realized she was tracing my abs.

“Don’t laugh at me,” she said when our lips parted. “I’ve been dying to do this since you took me to the barbeque.”

I moved my mouth to the side of her neck. I wanted to taste her everywhere at once. At the same time, I wanted to pause after every kiss to take in her reaction.

“Nick!” she exclaimed when I kissed down her clavicle and right between her breasts.

I let go of her hair and pushed my hands up her legs, hitching her dress up. I needed skin-on-skin contact, and I fucking loved the easy access.

Drawing one hand up the back of her left thigh, I cupped her buttock, groaning against her neck.

“You’re not wearing panties?” I asked.

“Oh no, I am. They’re just not very modest.”

I moved the other hand up her inner thigh until I reached the apex. I wasn’t touching her between her legs, though. Not yet.

But a fraction of a second later, I lost the fight with myself. I needed to check to see if she was wet for me. I pressed my fingers across her opening. Even through the fabric, I could tell she was very turned on.

“Oh God!”

She lifted one leg, rubbing her thigh along mine, almost as if she wanted to jump me on the spot. I turned rock hard that very second. I walked her backward and lifted her up at the nearest set of shelves. I pulled all the suits above to one side so she had space to sit there.

She gasped, looking around. “What are you doing?”

“What?”

I set her down on the carefully folded undershirts. Then I realized she wasn’t going to be comfortable like this, so I lifted her by the ass again and pushed all of it onto the floor with my other hand.

“Nick, we’re making a mess.”

“I don’t care, Allison. I so don’t fucking care.”

I pushed her dress up to her waist, and she leaned slightly backward. She was level with my pelvis, so I lowered myself onto my haunches to explore her legs.

“You look so damn gorgeous. I memorized every detail about you last night.”

“That can’t possibly be true,” she murmured.

“You have a birthmark here.” I tapped the back of her calf.

“That’s right.”

“And one here.” I pointed to her right outer thigh.

She nodded. Her entire body was shaking. “You looked very carefully.”

“You have no idea,” I replied.

I kissed from her ankle to her knee. She pressed her thighs together, but I shook my head. “No. Keep them wide open and touch yourself over your panties.”

She swallowed hard, leaning against the back of the dresser.

“Like this?” She drew her finger in a perfect line from her entrance to her clit. She’d soaked the fabric through.

“Just like that. Move it up and down slowly until you can’t take it anymore.”

“And then what?”

“Then I’ll give you more instructions.”

I kissed her thigh, watching her follow my instructions precisely. Then I moved to the other leg, but I didn’t start kissing it from her ankle up because then I couldn’t see her touching her pussy. I was desperate for that view.

Her breath was becoming more labored. She was starting to move her finger faster.

“No, that’s too fast.”

Then I noticed she was just pressing hard.

“You’re cheating. Slowly and lightly, until I tell you to stop,” I ordered.

“Nick.” She shut her eyes firmly, straightening up, then moved her finger just the way I was telling her. The fabric was becoming more and more soaked through. She was fucking gorgeous.

“I can’t…,” she whispered.

“Can’t what?”

“I can’t take it anymore.”

“Yes, you can, babe. Trust me. Just a bit more.”

When her moans turned to whimpers, I knew she truly couldn’t take this anymore.

“You can put your hand inside your panties. Actually, no. Move the fabric to one side. I want to see you touching yourself.”

Her pussy was already red and lightly swollen when she pushed the fabric to one side.

“Can I press harder?” she panted.

“Yes. Touch yourself exactly the way you need, Allison.”

“Oh God, yes.” She threw her head back, moaning, and rubbed two fingers up and down in quick succession.

I immediately pushed my pants down, just enough so I could grab my cock. I watched her continue to touch her pussy frantically. She thrust two fingers inside herself at once, which meant she was ready for my cock.

I lifted her ass with both hands and brought her closer to the edge of the shelf, then froze.

“Fuck! I need to get a condom.”

“N-No. Are you… I mean, are you clean? I’ve been on birth control since forever.”

“I’m clean,” I assured her. “Are you certain about this?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

I didn’t even have enough self-restraint to kick off my pants and boxers, letting them drop and pool around my ankles. Nor did I lower her panties—they were perfect just the way they were, pushed to one side.

I couldn’t take it slow. I entered her in one move, pushing in until I was buried inside her. She must have been close to climaxing because her inner muscles were clenching like crazy.

I pulled out before slamming back in long, hard strokes and noticed her expression changing instantly. She pressed her lips and eyelids together, as if she was bracing herself.

I couldn’t believe it. I was fucking her like a caveman in my dressing room, but she was comfortable. She was enjoying this.

And that was all that mattered.

I wanted to focus on her face, but her features started to blur as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. Being inside this woman and watching her give in to me so completely was damn amazing.

I kissed her neck, regretting that I didn’t take off her dress first. But I was too far gone to do it now. I simply wanted my nose buried in her neck and my cock in her pussy.

I slammed in again and again until her inner muscles tightened even more around me. She was ready to come, and I was determined to get her there before I did. Straightening up, I stroked her clit with two fingers, not unlike the way she’d done before.

She immediately responded, bending at the waist abruptly, then straightening up again. Her right shoulder spasmed, moving backward as she gasped my name. She tightened around my cock so much so that I could barely move. I fucked her through it anyway, knowing she needed more. We both did.

I put both my palms under her thighs and tilted her up so she was at another angle. I could reach even deeper inside her like that.

“Oh my God! Niiiiiick!”

I changed the way I touched her clit from continuous moves to the occasional flick. Her dress shifted and covered my hand, but I didn’t need to see what I was doing. I was letting her reactions guide me even while I was chasing my climax.

I needed to make this woman mine again. And when that happened, I was going to take off all her clothes so I could watch her beautiful, naked body. But right now, I was starting to lose myself in her.

The muscles in my thighs burned, as did those in my ass. I was pushing without giving myself a break, but we were both on the cusp, and I couldn’t stop.

When her groan turned into a plea, I knew what she needed. I started circling her clit faster, and she exploded within seconds. Her entire body undulated beneath me, her pussy clenching so tight around my cock that I came too. I buckled over her, pushing in and out, in and out. I wanted us to chase every single drop of pleasure. I moved relentlessly fast and deep until we were both over the edge. Then I slowed down, but I couldn’t stop moving.

“Nick,” she gasped.

Regaining some of my senses, I kicked off my pants and boxers. While still inside her, I carried her out of the dressing room.

She sighed, resting her forehead against my shoulder, drawing in deep breaths. “Oh my God,” she murmured.

I walked her straight to the shower. Even though I was semihard inside her again, I couldn’t have her right now. I’d been a brute back there in the dressing room, and I didn’t want to hurt her. Instead, I set her down in the walk-in shower and pulled out of her. She protested as I grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, throwing it away from the shower. But then she pushed her own panties down, moving her hips playfully from left to right as she stepped out of them and then kicked them away.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said.

“We’re doing everything backward,” she murmured as she tugged at my own T-shirt, pulling it over my head.

That made me laugh. It described our situation exactly right.

She turned on the water. It came straight from above, and she yelled, “Oh, damn it. I forgot I didn’t want to get my hair wet.”

It was too late now, though. “Will it help if I get wet with you?” I said, stepping under the spray.

“Wasn’t that your idea already?”

I smirked. “Maybe.”

We cleaned up quickly, barely managing to keep our hands to ourselves, then stepped out into the large bathroom. Allison dressed at top speed, and so did I. Then I took her hand, leading her back to the living room.

“Want something to drink?” I asked.

“Sure. I’m a bit parched. I wonder why.” She winked at me.

“What a coincidence. So am I. Want me to open a bottle of wine?”

She hesitated. “No, it’s getting late.”

I glanced at the clock. Fuck, I hadn’t even realized it.

I looked at her intently. She was on the opposite side of the kitchen island, leaning forward with her forearms on the countertop.

“Allison, just putting it out there. How about texting Doreen to ask her if she could stay longer?” After a beat, I added, “Or spend the night?”

Even as I said it, I knew it was a mistake. Giving in to this was wrong. What the fuck had I been thinking?

Allison bit her lower lip, then straightened up. I hurried around to her side of the island.

“Not a good idea?” I said.

She looked up at me, her eyes full of mixed emotions. “No, I don’t think it is. I’m…”

I laughed.

Her brow furrowed. “What’s so funny?”

“Yesterday, we said we’d clear up any confusion today…”

“And now everything is even more confusing,” she finished for me. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to stay longer.”

“No, it’s not. You’re right. This is just…” I sighed heavily. “Fuck. We’ve just made everything more difficult. But we’re adults. We’ll manage.”

“How do you always sound so reassuring?”

“I told you, it’s my secret weapon.”

For once, I wasn’t convinced that we’d manage, though. Hell, I was semihard right now for no reason at all. This conversation certainly didn’t warrant that reaction from my body.

“You really think so?” she asked me, and I nodded.

“Yeah. You can count on me to…” What, keep it in my pants? What the hell was I going to promise? “To do what’s right.”

I wasn’t sure what that meant yet. But as usual, I was going to figure it out.

“Nick, you’re amazing, and I… Look, if circumstances were different…”

“Allison, we both know what the circumstances are. No point torturing ourselves with what they’d be otherwise.” I tilted closer to her because I needed this more than anything right now. “This was amazing. And it stays here, okay? Between these walls. Our secret.”

She laughed nervously. “Wasn’t going to brag about it anyway.”

I was feeling a bit shitty right now, knowing what we were doing was not going to help the kids in the long run. I needed to remember the whole point of this facade; otherwise, I’d fuck it all up.

But the temptation to kiss her was almost too hard to beat, so I tilted my head away, taking a deep breath before kissing her forehead and straightening up.

How the hell was I going to live in this woman’s house and not give in to my attraction to her when I still wanted her so badly?