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

We stayed with the family until the twins got tired, and then we decided it was best if we simply went home. As usual, they fell asleep as soon as we put them in the car seats. We hadn’t even left the street before Jack started to snore. It took me a while to figure out which of them was the snorer, but it was Jack for sure, though both of them slept with their mouth open.

I glanced at Allison, and she was smiling.

“You’re happy,” I remarked.

“I wasn’t expecting your family to be so open and accepting about everything. They’re good people.”

“Very good people.” I wondered if she knew exactly what my family imagined was going to happen with the two of us after she got custody. But there was no point discussing that now. Who knew how far in the future that was? And things could change between now and then.

Once we were at home, it took us no time at all to get the twins upstairs and into bed. We had a mutual agreement that if they fell asleep in the car, we’d just let them continue their sleep.

After we closed the door to their bedroom, I said, “You know, whenever I put them in bed, I always sort of feel like a real dad.”

Allison tilted her head and brushed my cheek with her fingertips. “Nick, you are a real dad.”

Her words shocked me for some reason.

“Does the thought scare you?” she whispered.

“Yes, and I’m not even sure why. It’s insane.”

She bit her lip. “I think it’s normal, especially with your history with your dad. I mean, the thought that I’m the twins’ mother figure scares the crap out of me too. But we’re a good team.”

That we were.

Without any further ado, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom.

She giggled. “I see you have more surprises in store today.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Whatever shall we do now that we have the whole evening to ourselves?”

“I have a few ideas. I fist-pumped the air when I realized the twins were getting tired. I foresaw this exact scenario happening.”

“You’re awfully sure of yourself, huh?”

I grinned. “Always, Allison. You know that.”

“It’s true. I do know.”

“I love our life.” I didn’t know where that came from, but it was exactly how I felt.

“Me too. I know it’s crazy, but it’s amazing.”

“What we have means a lot to me, Allison.”

“To me too. It’s more than I expected,” she murmured.

As usual, we were in sync. “Yes, so much more.”

I wasn’t good with putting it into words, not when I had no rhyme or reason for it, no explanation for how it came to be. But I could definitely show her. I made sure to close the door to the bedroom, turning the key as well.

“Oh, I heard the lock. You want to start with the sexy plans already?”

“Fuck yes. But—”

“I know,” she whispered. “I have to keep quiet.”

In the past, I’d always imagined that being married with kids was a nightmare for the sex life, but it wasn’t. Quite the opposite. It was thrilling to always find that moment where it could be just the two of us. I loved the challenge of keeping Allison quiet while I overwhelmed her with pleasure. I loved every single facet of being married to this woman.

She immediately tugged at my shirt, taking it off. I walked with her until we reached the windowsill. I kissed her hard, smiling against her mouth when I felt her hand slide down my abs.

“What’s this?” she asked, pulling back.

“What?”

“Your smile. You’re laughing at me.”

“I like your obsession with my abs.”

“I love them. They’re just perfection. I dream about touching them every time I’m with you. And when I’m not with you, I can’t wait until I am.”

“Touch me all you want.”

I tugged at her earlobe with my teeth, then kissed slowly down the side of her neck.

“Nick, how can you turn me on so fast?”

She pushed her leg up my thigh. Hell yes. That was her telltale sign that she was ready for me.

“You drive me crazy, Allison. I didn’t know anything like this was possible. That anything could feel so good.” I straightened up, looking her in the eyes. “And I’m not just talking about sex.”

“No?”

“No, although that’s fucking amazing too.”

“I quite agree.”

I watched her intently before twirling her around.

She yelped. “What are you doing?”

“I want to kiss your back. It’s been torturing me the whole day.”

Her dress had zero cleavage, but it had a very deep V in the back. I kissed a straight line over her spine. Allison moaned, curving her upper back as she grasped the windowsill. She parted her legs wide without me even having to ask. She was preparing herself to be thoroughly fucked. It turned me on like hell.

I moved my mouth slowly until I reached the fabric. Suddenly I wanted to rip her dress apart so I had access to her whole body all at once.

“Take it off,” I instructed. “Right now.”

“O-kay.”

Her voice was almost a stutter. I expected her to pull it over her head, but instead she pushed it off her shoulders. It immediately fell to her feet. That was fucking convenient.

“This is my favorite dress of yours,” I declared.

“Why?”

“Because it’s so easy to take off.”

“Very interesting criteria,” she murmured, then gasped and buckled forward once more as I traced my tongue over her left ass cheek.

Her skin was instantly covered in goose bumps. I teased her other ass cheek with my finger, then gave it the same treatment with my mouth. Her ass was a sweet spot for both of us. I liked worshipping it, and she got turned on whenever I had my lips on the cheeks. I alternated between kissing and licking each cheek and brought two fingers between her legs. I wasn’t moving them, just pressed them right against her opening. The tips of my fingers were almost brushing her clit but not quite.

“Nick… Nick!”

She took off her bra instantly. By the way she held her arms bent at the elbows, I knew she’d grabbed her breasts. I loved how confident she was in her sexuality. It was more of a turn-on than anything else, even her delicious ass.

“Are you touching your breasts, Allison?” I growled against her skin.

“Yes.”

“Your nipples too?”

“No.”

“Rub them in a circular motion, both at the same time.”

I knew the second she followed my instructions because she soaked through her panties. I moved my fingers over her clit in a circular motion to match what she was doing to herself. Her legs started to shake.

My gorgeous woman. So on edge already, so desperate for my cock.

I rose to my feet and got my own pants and boxers out of the way. Then I yanked her panties down, hearing them rip.

“Oh,” Allison said, then giggled.

“Fuck. I wanted them out of the way.”

“I gathered th-that.”

Once again, she stuttered. I was going to make her stumble over her words even more.

I took my hand away from between her thighs, dropping the ripped panties next to us. Then I bent my knees so I could position my cock between her legs. I pressed the length of it against her pussy, and she cried out. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand.

“You need to be silent, Allison. Can you do that for me?”

She shook her head.

“Then I’ll keep my hand right here.”

I felt her sharp intake of breath as she coated my cock with even more wetness. This turned her on. I held my hand in place as I slowly rubbed my cock along her entrance, back and forth.

She was still frantically touching her breasts. I felt every moan against my hand. They were undermining my self-control. It was one thing to hear her approach the edge and lose control; it was another thing entirely to feel it.

Her breath changed and her groans vibrated against my hand. I was so damn hard that it was painful. I felt the orgasm tug somewhere deep inside me. It was building up. Allison started to tremble in earnest in my arms.

She wasn’t only touching her breasts now. Her hands were roaming her whole torso, and then she reached back to caress her favorite spot: my abs. When she lowered one hand over my ass, trying to push me to move faster, I said, “No, Allison. Trust me to bring you over the edge, babe.”

She whimpered in response but dropped her hands. Then she rose onto her toes and bent slightly forward. She was changing the angle, and she needed to brace herself. I knew she was close, so I stopped rubbing my cock along her folds. Instead, I gripped myself at the base and pressed the head straight against her clit. She rewarded me with one guttural groan after another. She was close to climaxing but still needed my cock buried inside her to reach it, so I pushed in slowly, just the tip at first, then an inch, then another.

I kept one hand on her mouth. With the other, I pressed on her upper back. She immediately took my cue and bent lower, putting her elbows on the windowsill. This was the perfect angle so I could reach her G-spot.

I pulled back and thrust again, moving faster with every push. Because I was still holding my hand on her mouth, I couldn’t reach her clit from this position.

“Touch your clit, Allison. Right now.”

She whimpered and lowered her hand. I felt her fingertips brush the side of my cock. I knew she was using her palm—that’s how she liked the pressure on her clit best. Feeling her fingers on my cock while I drove inside her was fucking amazing.

I put a hand on her hip, needing the leverage as I slammed into her. When she cried out, I couldn’t last any longer. I thrust and thrust and thrust until I filled her up with everything I had.

“Fuck,” I exclaimed. “Fuck.”

I put my mouth against her head, trying to minimize my own sounds, but I wasn’t having much success. Allison pressed her own hand against mine over her mouth, probably in an attempt to keep herself quiet. We were both failing spectacularly. This orgasm was different from all the other ones I’d had with her.

Allison’s legs were shaking so hard that even after we both came down from the cusp, she needed me to sustain her. I put an arm around her waist and straightened her up so she could lean against my front. Her head lolled to one side, as if she didn’t even have enough strength to control it.

Slowly, she turned around. “I’m not sure I can stand yet.”

“Then don’t, Allison. Take all the time you need.”

I wasn’t doing much better. I felt like I couldn’t trust my feet but simultaneously felt very grounded. Part of me was completely wrapped around her, almost like that part didn’t belong to me anymore at all.

A few moments later, Allison turned around, and by the mischievous look in her eyes, I knew she wanted to jump into my arms, which meant she’d regained her strength.

But then Annie’s voice calling, “Allisoooooooooooooooooooooooooooon!” broke the spell.

We both froze.

“Why do I feel like we’re being caught doing something wrong?” I asked as she scurried to the bathroom. I quickly followed her.

“Maybe because we’re sneaking around?” she said with laughter. She cleaned herself up quickly at the sink.

“I’ll go check on them.” She stopped in the doorway and came back, kissing my shoulder. Then she grinned. “I don’t even know what to say.”

I kissed her. “No need. Your body and that grin already tell me everything I need to know.”

“Perfect. Less work for me.”

She scurried out of the bathroom, and then a few moments later, I heard her turn the lock and leave the bedroom.

I cleaned up quickly, too, deciding to shower later. Allison was going to need my help battling the twins.

She seemed to have everything under control when I joined them in the living room, though. The twins were sitting on the couch, each holding a bowl of ice cream.

Given that they had just woken up, they didn’t even look that grumpy.

I cocked a brow at Allison.

“They had a lot of healthy food at your grandparents’ house,” she said, then kissed their foreheads before sitting between them.

The view tugged at my insides.

“Nick?” Allison asked tentatively.

“Sorry, I spaced out.”

“How about watching Finding Nemo?”

I nodded. “Sure, I’ve never seen it.”

“What?” Annie asked. “Never? Not even once?”

Allison was fighting laughter.

“No, never,” I replied.

“That’s awesome.” Annie had a huge grin.

I looked at Allison as I sat next to Jack, who was sleepy and rested his small head right on my ribs. “Why do I feel like this is a trap?”

She laughed. “I told them that we’re only watching it this one time, because they’ve seen it a million times. But now they just found someone who hasn’t see it at all. I guess it’s your turn to watch it a million times.”

“Then we’d better get started with the first time.”

The movie wasn’t half bad. Once it ended, it was clear the twins needed to sleep.

“Want to go upstairs? I’ll read your bedtime story,” I said.

I swear they both jumped off the couch right away. Allison and I took turns putting them to sleep. I didn’t want to brag, but it seemed they preferred me to do it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Annie exclaimed.

“Then let’s go up.”

“I’ll wait for you here,” Allison said.

Nodding, I went upstairs with the twins. We chose a book together, and I sat down on Jack’s bed, looking from Annie to Jack. They were both on their bellies, holding their pillow under their chin and looking at me with curious eyes.

“Are you two ready?” I asked.

“Yes,” they said in unison.

“Then I’ll start.”

Kids’ bedtime stories were some of the dullest things ever written. It was probably intentional so it wouldn’t overstimulate them, but I genuinely had trouble not falling asleep myself.

A rush of affection went through me when Annie fell asleep first, then Jack. I kept reading a few more pages, knowing my voice soothed them, which filled me with a kind of pride that I hadn’t experienced in business at all. How cool was that?

Once I was certain they were down for the night, I got up from the bed as carefully as possible and left their room.

When I came downstairs, Allison was moving around the kitchen.

“They’re already asleep?” she asked.

“Yeah. Went out like a light.”

“You’re a toddler whisperer. They take much longer to fall asleep with me. I think they like your voice better. Actually, I think they just like you better.” She smiled at me. “So… do you want to open a bottle of wine?”

“Sure, wife.”

My brothers were right. Even though I’d been adamant that after she got custody, things would go back to the way they were, there was no way I would want to miss any of this. I knew I could visit them all the time, of course, but it wasn’t the same. I didn’t want to miss out on moments like this.

Could I just be Allison’s boyfriend once this was over? I didn’t think so.

I wanted more.