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

Allison’s car was already in the driveway when I arrived. Perfect. The champagne was still chilled. I could put my plan in motion immediately.

“Allison,” I called as soon as I stepped into the house.

“In the kitchen.” Her voice sounded so soft.

I headed straight there and then stopped in my tracks, taking her in. She was wearing yet another one of those very conservative suits that drove me insane with desire. It was bizarre how much they turned me on.

“How were the twins? I called Penny, but she didn’t pick up, just texted me that all was well.”

“That sums it up.”

Her eyes fell on the bottle. “What’s that for?”

I set it on the counter. “I kept it especially to celebrate.”

“I noticed there’s another one in the fridge.”

“This one was at the penthouse. I just stopped by to grab it.” I leaned into her. She looked down at her feet.

She was avoiding my gaze again. Damn it, what if she did want a divorce?

Then I’d simply win her over because that was not happening. I wanted this woman to be my real wife more than I’d ever wanted anything else in my life.

She looked up at me as I glanced at the toaster. The papers were still behind it.

“Want to talk about those first?” I pointed to the folder.

Her shoulders drooped. “You saw them, right? I mean, I brought them home because…”

I waited, hanging on to every word. I wanted to know.

“Yes?” I prompted when she didn’t continue.

“I don’t know. Hugo had them ready, and he sounded as if I should sign them on the spot. But I figured that we should talk about it first.”

I took a deep breath. This was the moment of truth. I couldn’t postpone it. As much as I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Allison, I needed to know how she felt.

I touched her chin, but she was still stubbornly looking downward, so I bent my knees until I was level with her eyes.

“What do you want, Allison?” I asked.

She licked her lips. “What do you want?” For the first time since I’d met her, she sounded afraid.

If she needed me to make the first step, then I’d do it.

“I want us to tear those fucking papers to shreds and forget about them. Forget about the divorce. Everything has changed, don’t you agree? I love you so fucking much that I couldn’t even imagine not being married to you. You and the kids—it’s all I want, Allison. For you to be my wife for the rest of our lives.”

“Nick, are you serious?” Her eyes were full of uncertainty.

“Yes. Fuck yes. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

She closed her eyes, and I sucked in a deep breath. If she said this wasn’t what she wanted…

But then both corners of her mouth tilted slightly up, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me.

“It’s all I want too. When he mentioned the divorce, I was dumbstruck. I didn’t know how to react, or what you’d want.” She opened her eyes slowly. They were full of tears.

“Jesus, babe, why are you crying?”

“Because I never saw this coming,” she whispered. “I never figured that I’d fall for you for real… or that you’d reciprocate.”

“You have no idea how much I love you. I had no idea until I saw those this morning, and I immediately thought, ‘Hell no.’ I have everything I want with you and Annie and Jack. This life we have is perfect. You are perfect. I love you more than I ever thought I was capable of, Allison.”

“And I love you too. I love the way you love me. I wasn’t sure of it, even though I could feel it in my bones. And I love the way you love the little ones.”

“They’re part of us.”

Allison put her arms around my neck, jumping up on me. I caught her by the ass and set her on the counter, spreading her legs. A ripping sound startled both of us.

She burst out laughing, dropping her head back. “Yeah, this skirt needed that. It had it coming.”

“I fucking love these suits of yours. They turn me on.”

She gasped. “What? But that’s the opposite of what they’re supposed to do.”

“That’s perfect. No one else can fantasize about the same things I do.”

“Hmm, you can’t dictate what others can fantasize about or not.”

“Yes, I fucking can.” I took a step back with great difficulty and said, “Let’s open the bottle. I want to celebrate with my wife that we get to keep our kids.”

Allison leaned forward and tugged the collar of my shirt, pulling me closer to her. Then she kissed me.

I let her take the lead, liking the hungry way with which she devoured my mouth. But then I groaned. I was starting to get hard, and I wanted us to open the damn champagne before I completely lost my head. But then I had another idea.

I stepped back, grabbing the bottle and an opener, and wiggled my eyebrows. “Come on. You grab the glasses, and we’ll take the party upstairs.”

Her pupils dilated, and her mouth opened in a delicious O. “Nick Whitley, you always manage to surprise me.”

“And I promise to do that for a long time to come.”

Instead of letting her come down from the kitchen counter, I put the bottle back and kissed her harder than she’d kissed me before. My need for her was growing stronger by the second. I removed her suit jacket, touching her waist before moving to her breasts. I needed her naked now.

I lifted her into my arms, deciding we could pop the champagne later. Right now, I wanted to feel as close to this woman as humanly possible.

I carried her up the stairs and directly into the master bedroom. When I laid her down on the bed, I spread her legs wider. The skirt ripped even more.

She laughed. “You’re determined to make this skirt unwearable, huh?”

“Fuck yes. I told you I could keep you naked with me all the time. I’d be the happiest man on the planet. But I’m happy enough knowing you’re my wife forever.”

She smiled at me and propped herself up on her palms, putting them a few inches behind her back.

“Then let me make it easy for you.” She reached to her side and lowered the zipper. I yanked the skirt down the next second.

“I fucking love this blouse. All buttoned up.” I took a step back. “Take it off for me.”

She straightened up, bringing her hands to the bottom of the shirt. She glanced up abruptly. “Where do you want me to start?”

My cock pulsed. I liked how she craved instructions.

“At the top.”

She immediately moved her hands to her neck and undid the buttons quickly. I didn’t interrupt her or tell her to slow down because I didn’t have enough patience for that. Instead, I decided that I needed to speed this up even more or I was going to explode.

With each inch of skin she revealed, I became even harder. I took off my pants and boxers. A sly grin appeared on her face. She could sense my desperation, but I didn’t want to hide it from her. I didn’t want to have any secrets from this woman. Ever. I didn’t take my eyes off her as I undressed myself. She kept my gaze, too, right until she blushed violently and looked away.

“Allison, I want you to keep looking at me.” I didn’t know why I needed the eye contact so much, but I did.

Her eyes widened after I took off my shirt. That look was everything. She still had her panties on, so I yanked them down. I wasn’t gentle about it, but at least I didn’t rip them. Then I leaned over to unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts. My cock was hovering over her belly. I grabbed myself at the base, drawing a circle around her navel with the head. Then I lowered my erection, changing the angle so I was drawing the circles on her pubic bone. I touched her clit on every circle. She undulated beneath me, moaning. I lowered my cock from her clit down to her entrance, coating myself in her wetness.

“I love making you wet. I love knowing that you want me, too, so damn much.”

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

I kept moving in the same place between her entrance and her clit. I couldn’t get enough of this. When she was wet enough, I decided that I wanted her in another position, so I straightened up.

Her eyes flew wide open, and she immediately touched her breasts. Glancing at my cock, she licked her lips.

“No, beautiful. I want to be inside you already.”

Her sly smile told me how much she wanted that as well.

I sat on the bed and put her on my lap. “I want you like this. Take as much of my cock as you need.”

“Oh.”

I wanted her to be in control of her pleasure, at least in the beginning. I also wanted to be in a position in which I could move.

She grabbed my cock with one hand, and I dropped my head back, groaning. I expected her to sit on me the very next second, but instead she pumped my cock up and down.

I opened my eyes, looking at her. “Allison,” I warned.

She licked her lips again. “You teased me enough. It’s my turn now.”

While she moved her hand, she also rubbed her clit over my crown.

A tremor shook my body. “Fuck!” Watching her take her own pleasure this way was almost too much.

“Oh my God, Nick.”

“That’s it, babe. Take whatever you want.”

I wanted to drive inside her more than I wanted to take my next breath. But I wanted her to have her orgasm too.

She climaxed right away. It took me by complete surprise. Allison, too, judging by her wide eyes. I caught only a glimpse of her gorgeous face before she hunched forward, resting her forehead on my shoulder.

She hadn’t even finished coming when she lowered herself onto me all at once. My vision blurred for a few seconds. Then she stilled and stopped moving. I put a hand on her back, feeling every shudder of her body. This was exquisite. Feeling her orgasm was a surreal experience.

Then she started moving up and down. Her pussy was still pulsing, but my woman was already chasing her next release. She was desperate for it, and I needed it just as badly.

I wanted to watch her come again before I gave in to my pleasure. I knew she needed my help to get there, so I took my hands off her waist and put my palms on the mattress. Then I lifted my ass just a few inches off the bed so I could easily move. I thrust upward, meeting her halfway. Her eyes flew open, because I’d slammed into her with more force than I’d planned.

“Nick!”

I fucking loved this position. I looked between us and saw my cock sliding in and out of her, her breasts moving up and down right in front of my face. We were both desperate. I pressed her clit on every thrust. I saw her body change as she neared another climax.

When I almost couldn’t keep mine at bay for any longer, she said, “Nick… Oh my God.” She touched her breasts, dropping her head back and crying out so damn loud that I could swear the windows rattled. Her cries were almost animalistic, as if she was no longer in charge of her own body.

I felt my cock thicken, and then energy shot through me. I came the next second, forcing myself to keep my eyes open and frowning with the effort because I didn’t want to miss any part of this. Not the way her body moved or the way her head lolled from one side to the other.

She wrapped one hand in her hair, tugging at it. With the other one, she pulled her nipple between two fingers. The sight alone was enough to intensify my climax. I didn’t think it was possible to feel even more pleasure, but the orgasm simply didn’t end. Not while she was still riding out her own.

When I felt her body relax and saw her eyes focus again, I finally came down from the cusp. I put my ass back down on the mattress and held her close to me. She was shaking. A second later, I realized that I was too. Our bodies still had so much adrenaline, and I knew it wasn’t just from the fantastic fucking. We both had a lot of pent-up tension.

Feeling her hot, ragged breaths against my shoulder was exquisite. Once they calmed down completely, she straightened up her back and looked at me with a sassy smile.

“This was magnificent. The only thing missing was the champagne.”

I laughed. “I’ll bring it up here.”

“Or we can drink it drink downstairs.”

“Nah. We’ve got more plans with it, babe.”

“After all, we do have all evening and all night for ourselves,” she whispered.

“We have our whole damn lives. I promise to make you scream like this every time.”

She put a hand over her mouth and giggled. “Oh my. I was loud, wasn’t I?”

“Yes, and I fucking loved it.”

“Hmmm. All right, I accept that you’ll have your way with me for the rest of our lives on one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

“We get that bubbly here ASAP.”

I laughed. “That’s easily arranged. But I have a request too.”

“I’m all ears.”

“I want us to have a real wedding.”

Her breath caught, and she put a hand on her chest. “What?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, ours was beautiful,” she murmured.

“But I want one where we allow ourselves to feel what we’re feeling,” I said. “Does that make sense?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Yes, it does.” Then her face exploded into a grin. “Oh, Nick, this is the best idea you’ve ever had. When do you want to have it?”

“I don’t know. But we can debate it some more over champagne and orgasms.”

She grinned. “Yes, we can.”