Page 85 of Forever with the CEO

“Perfect.”

She dashed into her room faster than I’d hoped. I didn’t want this day to be over yet. But after a few seconds of listening to her walk around her room and the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered, I decided it was better if I went downstairs. Otherwise, I was liable to bust into her room and have a real wedding night.

I headed straight for the couch, which had an easy system. It wasn’t terribly big, but the mattress seemed half decent.

“This is the best I have. I hope they fit,” Allison said from behind me a few moments later, her voice low so as not to wake the twins.

I straightened up and turned to look at her.Fuck me.She was wearing a very short dress, or was it a nightgown? No, I was sure it was a dress. Her hair was still styled, but she’d changed it, loosened it somehow. She was even sexier than she’d looked in the wedding dress.

“You can use my shower if you want to,” she offered.

“Great. I’ll be quick.”

“And I’ll make the bed now.”

“It’s fine, Allison. You’ve had a long day. I’ll do it.”

“Hey, we both had a long day.”

“I’m taking care of this. If you want to do something, sit in that armchair and keep me company.”

“You’re bossing me around in my own living room?” she asked.

I tilted closer. “I thought you liked it.”

She gasped. “Nick. I thought we were going to ignore that.”

I took in a deep breath. I’d been alone with this woman for a hot minute and was already crossing boundaries. “You’re right. Wearegoing to ignore it. Forget what I said.”

“Like that’s easy,” she said, walking backward to the armchair. As she sat down, she ran a hand through her hair. She then pulled her legs up as well, and for a split second, I thought I was having visions. As she twisted to put her legs under her, I caught a glimpse of her pussy. She wasn’t wearing panties.

Come on, Nick. Think of things you hate, like cilantro. It tastes like fucking soap.

It wasn’t working.

“Nick? What’s wrong?” Allison asked.

I glanced down at the floor, trying to get myself under control. It was having the opposite effect. “I’ll go shower.”

“What happened? You just sort of went blank.” She rose from the armchair, repeating the same motion. I groaned, and she covered her mouth, her eyes wide. “Oh my God. I flashed you, right?”

“Yes. Twice.”

“What? I didn’t hear you.”

I cleared my throat. “You flashed me twice.”

She wasn’t just covering her mouth now but her whole face with both hands. “I’ll be wearing panties from now on when I’m in the house.”

Hearing her actually say that she wasn’t wearing anything had the most bizarre effect on me. It was turning me on. Then again, I couldn’t think of a single thing she could do right now thatwouldn’tturn me on.

I wanted to reassure her, but if I touched her—hell, even went near her—I was going to have her right there in that armchair, and it was only our first night together.

“I’ll go take that shower now.”

“Yeah, good thinking. Do you need me to show you up?”

“No, I’ll find my way,” I said before going up the stairs, taking two steps at once.

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