The Ceo's Contracted Mistress
The Ceo’s Contracted Mistress Chapter 10

“As tempting as the offer is,” he made a face and stood up, “we both need to shower first. As you said, you have vomit on you,” he pointed to the yellow stain on her shirt. “Vomit?”

“No, mustard from Lark’s hotdog. Ollie threw it at Grady, and he used me as a human shield.”

“She threw food?”

“It’s not the first time, won’t be the last,” she made a face and stood up from the lounger and walked to the patio doors back inside the suite and headed to the elevators.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to my room. We talked, I’m going to shower and then take full advantage of my first night off in weeks.”

“We’re having dinner. You can shower here.”

“No.” She refused his demand with a sneer. “I’m quite confident my night involves a shower, room service and bed.”

“Which can all be done from here.”

“Are you deranged?” she turned to face him furiously, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans lest she strangle him with them. “I’m not showering in here. I’m not eating in here and I sure as f**k am not sleeping here.” The look on his face reminded her of how stubborn and bossy he had been with her. She’d never won a single argument with him. Mostly because he f****d the argumentativeness out of her. She tried to force the memories away.

“You said bed, not sleep,” his eyes were stormy as he stared at her flushed cheeks. “I mean, if you really do want to just sleep, we can sleep but you are sorely mistaken if you think you’re ever sleeping alone again. As the mother of my children, we’ll be married before the week is out and we will be cohabitating.”

She wondered if the pain she felt was from her jaw slamming against the floor as she studied him looking for any sign of humor on his face and replaceing none. She looked past him and then behind her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m waiting for cameras to jump out and tell me I’m being punk’d.”

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.”

“I’m not marrying you and I sure as f**k am not cohabitating with you.”

“You swear too much. It’s why Olivia has a foul mouth. You need to clean it up.”

“You need to go to hell.” She turned and started looking around the room for the key card to escape his presence.

“Looking for this?” he held out the key card mockingly.

“Let me out of here, Olivier,” she stepped backwards as he stepped towards her. He kept coming to her until she was pressed flat against the metal of the elevator doors, her palms clutching at the door. His hands on either side of her head, his toes touching hers. “Olivier,” her words were hushed as he stared down at her. “Please let me go.”

“No.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend or mistress?” She protested when he ran his nose along her jaw.

“No,” he nuzzled her ear.

“I know from the way you were dressed Monday night you had been out. Surely, she’ll be mad at you.”

“I had a business meeting with a friend. He’s trying to convince me to buy his father’s company. It’s where I was all day today. I agreed to do it and was having discussions with the person I want to appoint to run the business on my behalf. I was not out womanizing as you suggested. I want you.”

She closed her eyes as he his lips pressed against her neck. Why did he have to smell so damn good? She was reminded he’d been in the gym before kidnapping her in the elevator. He smelled musky and masculine. Her h**s automatically arched towards his as his tongue swirled around the pulse hammering just beneath her satiny skin. “Olivier,” his name was a breathy m**n as she fought to control her reaction to him.

Just like it had nearly nine years ago, being near him, feeling his lips touching her skin was a heady aphrodisiac. For years she had hated herself for how easily she had responded to his every touch and how easily he had manipulated her. He was experienced and seductive and other than one boy in high school, he was her only other lover and his skilled lovemaking had turned her inside out to the point, all he’d ever had to do was breath near her and her panties were wet. Much like they were in this instant. She lifted her hands to push his chest back but instead her fingers flexed against his solid pecs and itched to get closer to his skin. She tilted her head as he pressed hot k****s to her neck.

Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her jeans, jolting her from his magical spell and she shoved him. “Olivier, my phone. It could be the kids.” She used them as an excuse and grabbed her phone. He let her check the messages but didn’t move his hands from where he held her captive against the door. The phone rang in her hand, and she answered it, fumbling nervously and almost dropping it. Her hands were trembling from sixty seconds of his focused attention, and he’d barely touched her.

She heard the kids screaming in the background and she smiled automatically at their exuberance. Everly and Grady had their hands full.

“Mom, mom, guess what?”

“What?” She instantly responded with a smile to the excitement in Max’s voice.

“I ate a whole grown-up hamburger and fries. Grady didn’t make me get the kids’ meal.”

“Wow! How’s your tummy?” She started to duck under Olivier’s arm, but he lowered his arm and blocked her path. He was keeping her trapped. She glared at him furiously and he smirked back. He leaned out and kissed the corner of her mouth. She turned her head away and it gave him access to her neck again. She shivered involuntarily. It was if he remembered there was a kind of invisible string running from the base of her throat to her pubic area, and he was twirling his tongue over it.

“My tummy is fine. Ollie wants to go swimming. Grady and Everly are going to take us to the pool when we get back to the hotel. Nana Prue said she was coming too. Are you coming?”

“Not yet,” Olivier whispered to her, and she blushed furiously at his innuendo. She slapped at him.

“No, my sweet boy I won’t be coming.” Her words were pointed at the man torturing her with his k****s.

“Grady said to tell you to not do any work tonight. He said you should have a therapy session with your therapist Jack and pass out. What’s a therapy session mom?”

“It’s when you talk to someone to work out feelings or emotions.” She made a face as Olivier nuzzled her neck again. What was wrong with him?

“Mom, you sound out of breath. Did you go to the gym?”

“No,” she closed her eyes against the feelings spinning low in her abdomen when Olivier gripped her a*s and pulled her closer to him. He was hard as a rock against her. Nine years apart and twenty minutes in the same room and he was hard, she was wet, and neither of them were being smart. Max said something to her, and she tried to focus while her toes curled into her filthy sneakers, “sorry sweetie, what did you say?”

“I said Ollie wants to say goodnight.”

“Oh okay, put her on.”

“Hi Mom. Me and Lark are going to get our nails painted by Everly and Nana Prue and do face masks. You should come.”

“Sorry baby, I’m going to have a shower and bed.”

“You should have a bubble bath instead,” Ollie said seriously. “Get all coated in bubbles and put cucumbers on your eyes and the white cream you have all over your face. You know the stuff that makes you all shiny.”

Olivier chuckling at Ollie’s description of her beauty products was unnerving. His hands massaging her a*s while he nibbled on her neck was otherworldly. “Yeah, mommy left her facial stuff back in Dallas.”

“I’ll give you a facial,” his words were hot in her ear. She pushed fruitlessly against him as he laughed silently.

“Grady and Max are going to try to make smores in the hotel room using the microwave.” She giggled, “I hope it doesn’t explode like our microwave at home.”

“Right,” she whimpered when Olivier bit her. “Ollie, sweetie, I’m going to say goodnight, go order room service and get to sleep.”

“Okay, don’t forget to take care of your bruised knees mom. Everly said you don’t get on your knees enough and it’s why you’re probably bruised today after playing football. She and Nana Prue laughed really hard, but it wasn’t that funny.”

Olivier’s chest shook with silent laughter at Ollie’s comment and Bobbie slapped at him. He pinned her hand over her free hand over her head and nuzzled her neck more.

“Goodnight mom. Oh wait, Lark wants to say goodnight too.”

The kids were nearly as relentless as the man molesting her, she considered. “Hi Bobbie. Me and Ollie and Max are having a sleepover in our rooms tonight and we’re going to have smores and paint our nails and watch movies and stay up really late. I really miss you, Bobbie. I’m sorry I threw up on your shoes today.” Her voice was muffled and then clear as she came back to the phone, “Nana says you should go to the lounge and have a drink and what does it mean to do a horizontal tango? I think Nana wants you to go dancing.”

“Lark, tell Nana Prue she and I are going to have words tomorrow.”

“We miss you!” the three kids screamed into the phone at the same time. They all said goodbyes and then hung up. Olivier plucked her phone from her hands and tossed it away.

“What are you doing?” he slipped his hands under her knees and carried her across the room. “Olivier, put me down!” she slapped at his chest.

“Shower, food, drink and bed, maybe not in this order but the shower is definitely going to be first.” He said matter-of-factly. “We have nearly nine years to get caught up on, Bobbie and we start tonight. It’s fortuitous the children are with the Hoffmans for the night. I believe in taking advantages when presented and I expect we won’t have a night alone again for some time so we’re going to enjoy our time.”

“Olivier,” she grumbled as he dropped her to her feet directly in the oversized shower. She looked around at the ostentatious room. She could put her entire suite with the kids in his bathroom. “Olivier, I haven’t seen you in nine years. We are not having s*x.”

“It is all the more reason to have s*x,” he blocked her exit from the room. “We’ve missed out on too much time.”

“You’re not forcing me to stay here and have s*x with you.”

“Chérie, we both know there would be no force. You will be begging me not just to make love to you but to never stop,” his eyes burned into hers. He pulled his shirt over his head baring his expansive chest before kicking his workout pants to the side. Standing in only his boxers he reached past her and turned the water on.

She knew she was eye-f*****g him. The man was sculpted like one of the masters had painstakingly worked on him for years. The sharp v sliding down beneath his shorts made her squeeze her pelvic floor in an involuntary Kegel exercise.

She shrieked as the water sprayed at her from various angles, soaking her in her clothes. “That was a dirty trick.” She squealed when he turned the icy cold water on her, his chuckle making her glare at him furiously. “This is not funny.”

“It’s hilarious.”

“My sneakers are all wet.”

“I’ll buy you new ones.” He laughed as she kicked them off in his direction. He whipped his boxers off and stepped closer to her and reached for the hem of her t-shirt and yanked at it. “Come on, get out of this dirty shirt.”

“This isn’t happening,” she kept her eyes focused on a freckle on his shoulder. “I should have tried to replace another entrance, a back door.”

“You want to use the back door?”

Her gasp at his dirty question made him laugh. She slapped at him furiously but couldn’t help the tug of a smile at the edge of her lips. His penchant for dirty jokes and talk had always made her giggle. They shared the same nasty humor. She lifted her arms as he pulled her wet shirt over her head. With a quick twist of his fingers, he undid her bra, and she lifted an angry glance to his face. “Olivier, I can undress myself.”

He ran his fingers over her decolletage, and his eyes narrowed, “your breasts are fuller than they used to be, your waist curvier.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“No!” he slapped her a*s with an open palm the smack on wet denim echoing on the marble tiles. “Don’t put words in my mouth. Your body is changed. It’s beautiful. So beautiful,” he unzipped her jeans and then hooked his thumbs into the waistband, taking her underpants with the jeans and shoved them down to the floor. Falling to his knees he ran his thumbs across the thin scar running just above her pubic bone in the direction of each of her h**s. He pressed a soft k**s to her abdomen, “ah, chérie,” his voice was awestruck and quiet as he studied the scar intently, his fingers tracing the line and his lips following suit. There was nothing s****l in his touch and his attention felt more reverence and gratitude.

The gentle movement and emotion in his voice was almost her undoing and when he wrapped his arms around her middle and rested his cheek against her belly, of their own volition her arms wrapped around his head and held him there to her, aware tears were forming behind her closed eyelids. His grip tightened when she sobbed and tried to muffle the noise. She wasn’t sure how long they stayed in the position, but eventually when he moved to get to his feet, she looked up at his face to note his eyes were as red as hers likely were. He gently kissed her forehead and then spent the next several minutes silently using the various products he had in the shower to wash her hair and gently scrub her down. He was taking care of her in a way she had forgotten he used to swear he loved. He made quick work of scrubbing himself before shutting all the jets off and draping a towel around his h**s. After wrapping her tightly in a big fluffy towel and using another to towel off her hair, he gently led her to the giant bed in his bedroom and had her sit on the edge of the bed.

She watched his careful movements as he moved to the wardrobe and pulled out a t-shirt and boxers and brought them to her and helped her get into them. He pulled the sheets back and motioned for her to get in. When she moved her mouth as if ready to protest, he shook his head.

“There is no point in arguing with me, chérie. We both know I will win the argument.”

“I’m a paralegal. I’m much better at arguing now than I used to be,” she said even though she slipped her feet between the cotton sheets which were smooth as silk. Luxury had its advantages and high thread-count cotton was one of them. She rubbed her feet against the sheet and sighed.

He leaned forward and kissed her nose, “and you are still beautiful when you do. I am going to order dinner. We will sit here, eat dinner together and we are going to continue our conversation. I want to know what you did when you left me, how you became a paralegal and what you are working on now.”

“Do I not get a say?”

“You had a say when you disappeared on me nine years ago and took our children with you. It is clear your decision-making abilities are flawed. I will be making all our decisions from here on out.”

“Careful, Olivier, your arrogant prick traits are showing.” She glared at him, folding her arms over her chest.

“Again, with the foul language. If you’re going to keep swearing, I’m going to create the adult version of a swear jar.”

She rolled her eyes, “such as?”

“I’ll put something in your mouth to stop it moving,” he gave her a pointed glance and she quickly closed her mouth together with a snap and he chuckled a warm reverberation around her. “That’s what I thought. For every dirty word coming from your mouth, I’m claiming a k**s. At ten k****s, I’m getting a blow job.”

She took a neck roll cushion off the bed and threw it at him, “like hell you are.” She refused to admit how much she loved his version of an adult swear jar. In a different time, she’d be cursing up a storm to get her reward.

He caught the pillow, moved close and kissed her mouth hard and fast. He tucked the pillow behind her head and pushed her backward. “One. Keep going, chérie. I’m excited to get to ten,” he took her hand and rested it against the front of the boxers he’d put on himself.

Bobbie ripped her hand away from the blunt action and shook her head. “I forgot how naughty you are.”

“No, you didn’t,” he shrugged and walked away from her leaving her to her thoughts. “You remember every time Max and Ollie do something to set your teeth on edge.”

“A*s,” she whispered under her breath, knowing he was exactly right.

He looked over his shoulder, his eyes dark and mocking. “What did you say?”

“Nothing,” she made wide eyes at his departing back. His muscles were thick and sinewy, and she felt a strange desire to jump on him piggyback style. She almost growled with need. Maybe she should have dated more. “When can I go back to my room?”

“In the morning,” he responded from the living area.

She heard him talking on the phone, clearly ordering dinner. She heard him say twice-baked potatoes, striploin steaks and vegetables. Her stomach growled furiously, and she admitted the food sounded good, but she was too far over her head with him, she knew she was going to drown.

“I don’t want to sleep here.” She protested. “This is kidnapping.”

He walked into the room holding the phone to his ear and scowling at her for her comment. “Banana split?” She wanted to refuse but her stomach growled, and he laughed. “I’ll take it as a yes.”

He came back to the room and sat on the bed beside her. “Food will be here in twenty minutes. You are staying here with me tonight. Your other option is I come down to the room you share with our kids, and I’m concerned with how vocal you get during o****m, your friends may come running to the room to check on you.”

“Ugh,” she threw her hands up in exasperation. “Not funny. We are not having s*x.”

“I believe Nana Prue and I agree you need to get laid.”

“I’m not on the pill.” She lied through her teeth.

“I’ll get condoms. We’ll be more careful than last time.”

“Olivier!” she pursed her lips at his words.

“Unless you want to give the twins a sibling? I missed out on so much I’m willing …” he ducked away when she swung the pillow at him. “Is that a, no?”

“It’s a no,” she exhaled loudly. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” he tucked pillows behind him and clasped his fingers behind his head.

“All of this,” she waved at the bed, the room, his naked torso. “I understand you want to be involved with the children and it’s all fine and good. We can figure out a way to make it work but it doesn’t need to involve me and you. We don’t need to get married,” the words stuck in her throat as she recalled his earlier words, “or cohabitate.”

“I disagree.”

“No kidding,” she grunted and looked away from his dark eyes. “Olivier, I’ve hated you for nine years.”

“I hated you too.”

She furrowed her brow at his words. “I did nothing to you.”

“I thought you were scamming me with Darian.”

“Oh my god. Scamming you? How the hell did I scam you?”

He leaned forward and kissed her mouth, “stop swearing. Actually, keep swearing. I’ll have my blowjob in no time.”

She pulled away angrily, “how did I scam you?”

“I believed you were using me for the money while screwing us both.”

She rolled her eyes at him and went to move out of the bed, but he pulled her back and held her tight to his chest.

“We’re talking this out Bobbie,” he said quietly. “We have two children who deserve it. I’m not missing out on any more time with them. I am willing to sacrifice everything for them. We will make this work.”

“Olivier, I can’t just hop into bed with you.”

“Yes, you can. You did it before.”

“That was different.”

“Do you need me to offer you cash and a contract again?”

She tried to slap his face, but he caught her hand easily and pinned it to his chest. “Let me go.”

“No. I will never let you go again, and you and I are going to spend the whole night fighting over it, if necessary, but you will agree with me.”

“Or what?”

“I am not going to threaten you, Bobbie. There is no ‘or what’. We will agree to give our children the same thing their friend Lark has, two parents who love them desperately and will do anything for them, including work hard on their relationship to make them feel safe and secure.”

“It’s ridiculous.”

“Is it? Tell me Max and Ollie won’t be significantly more comfortable with me in their lives if you are not antagonistic with me. A united front is important.”

“This f*****g sucks,” she grunted from where she rested her head on his chest.

“Because you know I’m right?”

“No, because I think you’re wrong but you’re too goddamned hard-headed. There is no way I’m going to ever convince you otherwise.”

He flipped her onto her back and rested his elbows on either side of her head. “You owe me two k****s. This puts us at four. Six more and I get your lips on my c**k.” Before she could say anything, he was pressing his lips to hers, sliding his lips back and forth, effortlessly coaxing a response from her. His tongue slipped between her teeth twisting around hers and their sigh was a mutual one as her hands clung to his bare shoulders. She was lost in his k**s, easily falling under his spell while he kissed her mercilessly.

When he pulled his lips away, her eyes searched his noting they were as confused and questioning as hers but also as turned on as she was. Neither of them was sure of what they were feeling, and she knew her emotions were equally reflected in his eyes. She blinked as he began to lower his head to her again but then the noise of the elevators in the other room made her jump up in alarm.

He smiled naughtily, “As much fun as it is to feast on you, I believe dinner has arrived.”

Bobbie considered she was in deep trouble as she felt the disappointment of his words course in her veins.