The Ceo's Contracted Mistress
The Ceo’s Contracted Mistress Chapter 33

The kids were tucked into bed and Olivier and Meri were outside on the porch having a long discussion with the drizzling rain as the backdrop.

Bobbie was puttering around the house, putting away the mess of the day and after giving the kitchen countertops once last wipe, she declared herself done for the day. It had been an emotional, exhausting day and many things with the children had been resolved. Olivier had jumped into being a hands-on father, helping with bedtime routines, including for Lark who had refused to go home. He’d read them a chapter out of the story they were currently reading together and then he’d tucked the girls into Ollie’s room, Max into his and then he’d come back downstairs. Bobbie had almost laughed at the exhaustion circling his eyes.

While lunch had been tacos, dinner had been a barbeque at the Hoffman’s house. Grady had grilled in his garage while the kids rode their bikes around the men in circles and the women had hidden in Everly’s she-shed. She recalled how Everly questioned why Olivier hadn’t kissed her senseless yet or had tried to sneak off with her and she had shrugged in her own confusion. He didn’t appear to be as interested in her as he had been earlier in the week. With all which had transpired between them, she really had only herself to blame.

She opened the back door to the porch and leaned out to smile at the pair on the swing, Meri curled up under Olivier’s protective arm as they both looked up at her. “I’m off to bed. Can you lock up?”

“Of course,” Meri nodded with a smile. “I don’t think we’ll be too much longer.”

“Take your time,” she waved and paused, “good night.”

Olivier didn’t say anything to her, and she turned and found herself climbing the stairs quietly perplexed by his weirdness. She paused to peek in on Max, one leg out of the blankets and the other wrapped up tightly. She stepped into the room studying him in the moonlight. Her poor boy had been through the ringer this week. Having him act out with an experiment told her he was on the mend and slowly back to himself. She leaned over him and kissed his forehead softly before adjusting his blankets. She noted his glasses were on his pillow and she knew he’d snuck a few extra minutes of reading time once Olivier had left. She folded them and set them on his nightstand. If his idea of rebellion was to read, she would take it all day long over the temper he’d exhibited earlier.

She moved carefully to Ollie’s room and gave a low laugh. Ollie’s room had a set of bunkbeds. A twin bed over a full-sized bed. If Max wanted to be with the girls, he’d sleep up top and the girls down below but this week he’d wanted space and she couldn’t blame him. With the top bunk empty she would have expected the girls to be up and one down, but both were in the same bunk, wrapped up in a hug like a koalas on trees. She adjusted their blankets and then jumped when Olivier’s voice came from under the sheets. She yanked the doll out and cursed it under her breath, moving to put it on the nearby nightstand.

When she reached her bedroom, she flicked the light of her ensuite bathroom on and looked at herself in the mirror. She was still wearing her glasses not bothering with her contacts today. Her hair was frizzy in the topknot she’d tied it in and the t-shirt she’d put on after her morning shower was filthy. She looked down to her jean shorts and realized they were equally dirty. She rubbed her hands over her face and grimaced as she still smelled the peroxide solution on her hands. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory of the disbelief on Olivier’s face. She herself had been in awe of the strange concoction the kids had brewed and she had been concerned about how she was going to clean it up until Max had told her it was water soluble.

She ripped her shirt over her head and kicked her shorts off and stepped into her shower, deciding it wasn’t a bad idea after the day she had to unwind with a hot shower. She had to admit, when she’d first gotten into the house and noted very little visible changes to the house, she’d been relieved. Then she’d entered her bathroom and found he’d had the entire master bathroom revamped. She’d been irritated at first but then she’d taken the first shower on Friday before going for groceries and had almost whined with the pleasure of the multiple shower jets he’d had put in her space. They hit her from every angle and at the rate she was taking showers since she’d been home, the water bill would be astronomical. She decided he could foot the bill.

She let the spray pummel her body and soaped her body up in a lather. She kept an ear out, hating she was hopeful Olivier would come interrupt her shower or join her but as her time in the new slate enclosure came to an end, he still had not come to the bedroom. She reminded herself he was talking with his mother, and she had to give them the space to resolve whatever it was they were going through.

She sighed and finished her nighttime routine, brushing her teeth and her hair before walking towel-clad to her walk-in closet and rifling through her night clothes for something to sleep in. She wriggled into an oversized t-shirt style night dress, telling herself Olivier was certainly not interested in her sleepwear given the lack of attention he’d given her all day.

“Hey,” his voice quiet behind her made her jump.

“Oh my god,” she turned to face him in the doorway of her closet. “You scared the hell out of me. That’s twice your voice made me jump tonight. Ollie’s toy scared the hell out of me earlier.”

“I’m sorry,” he gave a low laugh. “Are you done in the shower? I’ve had multiple rain showers today, but I really could use a hot one. I can’t believe I haven’t changed since getting here.”

She laughed at his words, “yeah, I’m all done in there. Have at it.” She watched him disappear from view and then gave a low sigh. He hadn’t even looked at her bare legs in her t-shirt. What was going on with him?

She reminded herself they had been through hell this week and of the phone talks they’d had when she agreed to try again but at a slower pace. He was absolutely taking things slow with her. She gave an audible sigh and then pulled the sheets back on the bed and slipped between them, turning her nightstand lamp on, and grabbing a book she’d been reading from the top drawer of her nightstand. She slipped her glasses back on and nestled against her pillows and began reading, forcing herself to continue her normal bedtime routine.

She heard the shower turn off and settled deeper into the pillow, keeping her eyes trained on the pages in front of her. The whizzing of a zipper being pulled open caught her ear and she realized he’d brought his bag into the bathroom with him. He was getting changed in the bathroom with the door closed. She flicked a glance in the direction of the door when it opened, and he came out in a t-shirt and boxers.

She turned her gaze back to her book and noted he dropped a duffle bag on the stool at her vanity in her peripheral vision.

He was standing tentatively near the door, and she finally looked up and met his gaze.

“What’s going on?”

“We didn’t discuss sleeping arrangements. I noted the fifth bedroom adjoining the guest room is in is a playroom and no bed. I can take the couch.”

She wondered if her head was going to implode. “Olivier,” she started to speak and then stopped. “What?” she asked in confusion.

“Sofa downstairs. I can sleep there. I just need a blanket and a pillow.”

“What the hell for?” Now she was completely thrown off. “What is going on?”

“I’m trying to give you space,” he looked around sheepishly.

“Olivier,” she stared incredulously, “it’s me. The woman you have always bossed around and given hell to. What is going on in your head?”

“Bossing you around has backfired. I don’t know how else to talk to you,” he sighed. “The phone was easy because there was distance but face-to-face,” he rubbed his hand over his face. “I’m terrified I’m going to f**k us up more than we are.”

Her heart ached at the pain in his voice, “oh. Are you saying you haven’t touched me all day because you’re nervous, not because you’re still pissed at me for everything from Tuesday?”

“Pissed at you?” his gaze was wide-eyed, “why would you think this?”

“Because you came into the house today all forceful and strong and totally rocked the dad thing and being in control with the twins, but you’ve treated me with kid gloves. You’ve teased them and joked with Grady and Everly and tormented your mom and Prue but the man who normally does everything possible to make me blush, squirm and can never keep his hands off me doesn’t appear to exist anymore.” She knew her cheeks were stained with emotion as she turned her gaze back to her book, “I thought you had decided you were just here for them and not me.”

He rounded the bed and sat on her side, plucking the book from her fingers, and entwining his long digits through hers, “chérie, I am not angry at you. I do not know how to express with any more clarity you did nothing wrong this week.” He paused, “well, apart from running away and not talking with me. I was frustrated over this, but I also understand completely how overwhelmed everyone was. I do not harbour any ill-thoughts to you Bobbie over what happened.”

“Then why –” she couldn’t bring herself to ask why he hadn’t kissed her yet.

“Why what?” he prodded.

“Why haven’t you kissed me?” she almost shrieked the question at him and then turned her head away in embarrassment.

His low chuckle as he reached out his free hand to turn her face back to him, “Bobbie, do you know how hard it is to control myself around you?”

“What?” her blue eyes shimmered with unshed tears as her frustration of the day spilled over. “I don’t understand.”

“Bobbie, I want to k**s you until you can’t breathe. I want to be buried in you until you o****m around my c**k. I want to hold you while you’re breathless from multiple o*****s and then start over again.” His eyes were dark and sincere as he held her gaze, “I haven’t seen you in four days. I haven’t touched you. I haven’t held you. Everything in my body is screaming to make you mine and never let you go.” He cupped her cheek, “however we had so many people underfoot and children clamouring for my attention, and I knew if I started kissing you, I wasn’t going to be able to stop. I would have been locking you in a room until I had you riding me.”

“You were going to sleep downstairs!” she accused.

“Because I know once I claim as you mine again, I won’t let you go. I’m trying, with every inch of desperation in my body, to let you set the pace.” He motioned to the other side of the bed, “if I sleep there tonight, it is where I sleep for the rest of our lives.”

She furrowed her brow.

“Like I told the kids today, it was up to you whether I moved in. If you let me move in, chérie, you never get rid of me. Wedding band or none, I stay forever. I cannot do half measures with you. The minute I stepped into this house today and saw you in a messy bun, short shorts, and those glasses, I wanted to bend you over every single solitary piece of furniture in the house. Jesus, I had to avoid looking at you for most of the day to get my hard-on to go away.”

She giggled at his words, “you like my glasses?”

“And the no-make-up look and the bare feet,” he g*****d loudly, “the f*****g beautiful bare feet while you cooked lunch. It brought out every single primal desire in my screwed-up DNA. I realized today why my father and grandfather like a woman in the kitchen and the bedroom and it reminded me I’m a god-damned neanderthal where you’re concerned.”

“You are very boorish,” she teased as she turned her lips to his palm cupping her face. “I like it when you’re take charge in the bedroom. I like it when you get bossy with me. I missed you Olivier. I missed you grabbing me and kissing me.”

He lifted a sandy eyebrow upwards. He looked to the side of the bed and then looked at her again with a serious glint in his eye, “I can’t let you go Bobbie. If you let me stay in here, in this bed with you, there’s no going back. If you want to slow it down, if you are not sure and you’re not ready, then I go downstairs and sleep on the sofa.”

“You could just take the top bunk in the girls’ room. Grady slept up there once when he and the kids had chicken pox.”

He didn’t look away from her playful blink, “do you want me to sleep in the other room?”

She stared back at him, “I don’t know. I’m scared, Olivier.” She whispered suddenly. “What if everything explodes again? What if –”

“Compromise?” he asked suddenly, cutting off her worries.

“What kind of compromise?”

“How about a make-out session? No commitment to sleeping in the bed forever. Just some hot and heavy making out.”

“I could go for a make-out session,” she agreed with a vigorous nod of her head.

“Not in the bed though,” he pulled her out of the bed.

“Well, where then?” she was curious as he swung her up in his arms and raced her out of the room. She giggled burying her head in the crook of his neck. She found herself jostled in his arms as he took the stairs two at a time and jumped to land on the landing at the bottom of the staircase. “Olivier,” she protested his brusque movements.

He paused at the backdoor and plugged in the security code before pulling the door open.

“Where are we going?” she was in his arms on the porch, the rumble of thunder in the distance and the steady pattering of rain a soothing rhythm.

“Treehouse,” he laughed as she protested at being carried into the rain, but he tore through the backyard and dropped her on her feet in front of the ladder and slapping her behind. “Climb.”

She gave a loud shriek as he was climbing right behind her and nipped her a*s exposed by her rising nightshirt. “You bit me,” she choked as she leapt into the top level of the treehouse.

His eyes were dark and playful, lit by the twinkle lights in the treehouse, “your a*s was just there in my face. How could I not?” he smirked at her as she sat cross-legged in the middle of the treehouse. “You are so beautiful.” He threw his head back and laughed when she suddenly gave a yelp and swatted at a moth fluttering too closely to her face, “you need a distraction.”

She held her arms up as he knelt in front of her, “care to distract me?”

“I would very much like to distract you,” he nodded as he pushed her backwards, until she was laying on her back on the hard wooden floor.

She grunted and reached under her and pulled out one of Max’s figurines. “Ouch.”

“Need me to k**s you better?” he rested on his elbow placed beside her head, his fingers tracing her cheek and jawline hypnotically. “Bobbie,” he whispered quietly, “I cannot tell you enough how sorry I am for this week. I will never get over the sight of you sitting in the Hoffmans’ suite with your heart breaking. I did that and I will never forgive myself. I will spend every day of my life making sure you understand I never want to hurt you. If it means I spend a hundred nights on your sofa or in the spare room once maman goes home for you to trust me again, then I will.”

“Thank you,” she whispered winding her arms around his neck as he rested his body lengthwise beside her. “Having you apologize to me, means everything, Olivier.”

“Words are only words though, and I will make it up to you.”

She nodded with emotion thick on her tongue as he rubbed his nose against hers.

“For now, though,” he whispered, “I have an intense desire to k**s you. May I?”

She pulled his head down as she lifted her mouth to his. His lips touched hers and she gave a happy sigh as the familiar scent of him surrounded her. The taste of toothpaste and the slick movements as his tongue tangled along with hers made her shiver as the k**s instantly went deep and hot. Her hands ran over his shoulders, feeling his strength as he held himself aloft while his mouth devoured her. He sucked and nibbled her bottom l*p alternating with teasing her tongue.

His hand slid from her jaw down her arm to cup her breast, his fingers teasing her braless n*****s and she m****d against his lips. His palm squeezed her as his lips trailed along her jawline and then to her neck. She stretched her head sideways to allow him access to the pulse and he sucked deeply. Her h**s arched towards his and his leg slipped between her thighs, his knee pushing against her nakedness.

She was losing herself in his touches and she slipped her hand under his shirt to touch his firm, muscular back. Her fingertips stroked the smoothness of his skin and she pressed herself closer to him as he lowered his head further than her neck to gently bite the hardened pebble between his fingertips.

“Olivier,” his name was a whisper in the wind as he played with her body, giving her the make-out session, he had promised. Need coiled in her belly, and she was wet with desire for him. She wanted him to take their clothes off them, plunge into her and take her to the heights of ecstasy but he was skillfully reigned in. His control was outstanding, and she wanted to rake her nails down his back in frustration as he continued touching her from the waist upwards only.

The crash of thunder directly overhead, the storm rolling closer, made her jump and he chuckled, “it’s like bad porn. Two horny teenagers in a kid’s treehouse in a thunderstorm.” He laughed against her lips.

“Or a bad country song,” her laugh bubbled between them.

“Your laugh,” he sighed suddenly as he stared down at her and pulled her hand to his chest, “it is everything. It makes my heart happier than I can even begin to explain. I love to have you laughing next to me, under me.” He stroked her damp hair off her cheek.

“Olivier,” she stared into his eyes, the adoration there making her feel special and wanted. “I cried too much this week. I only want to laugh with you.”

He kissed her mouth softly, “I will do my best.” The thunder cracked loudly over head and they both jumped this time.

She made a face, “I hope it doesn’t wake the kids.”

He paused, “do you think it will?”

“I hope not,” she snuggled closer to him. “I’m not ready to go in yet.”

“No?”

“No,” she rubbed his cheek, “I think I need more k****s.”

He lowered his mouth to k**s her when the clear yell of Max calling into the backyard, asking if they had gone outside made them both g***n and then erupt with laughter. His shriek as thunder roared overhead made them both g***n.

“Raincheck?” she asked as she adjusted her shirt and sat up to look out to see Max scowling in their direction.

“Definitely,” he promised sitting up. He looked at Max, “he is going to catch his death. He is standing in his underwear on the porch.”

She giggled, “come on, Papa,” she mocked him, “you can tuck him back in. I’m going to sleep and let you do the parenting thing.” They climbed down out of the treehouse and raced back to the house holding hands and Max scowled at them.

“Why are you outside?”

Olivier threw him up in the air and hugged him close, “we were listening to the thunder. It was easier to hear outside than in the house.”

“It woke me up,” Max complained as Olivier carried him back into the house the same way he’d carried Bobbie out of the house.

Bobbie motioned for him to go on up and she reset the code to lock up and then slowly climbed the stairs. The tired voice of Max asking Olivier to sleep in his bed with him because of the storm made her smile and she waved at him with a smirk and a thumbs up as he shook his head ruefully at her. She moved to her bedroom, leaving the door open so she could hear the kids.

As she lay there listening to Olivier’s rumbling voice soothing Max and talking to him lowly through the storm, she slowly drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face. Something about a thunderstorm clearing the air around her making her feel things for all of them were on the mend.