Chapter 19
Two Months Later…
H e would not grab his wife and bend her over the kitchen table and fuck her until neither one of them could walk straight, but God, did he really fucking want to, Quinn thought, hungrily licking his lips as he watched Dylan move around the kitchen, absently humming to herself while he ran his eyes over her, taking in the way that his shirt ended just beneath the curve of her ass and-
He wanted to slide his cock between her legs and tease her pussy just to see how wet he could make her.
He wanted to trace her slit with the tip of his cock, teasing her until she spread her legs apart on a moan, giving him access to her incredibly tight pussy.
He wanted to rub the sensitive tip of his cock over her swollen little clit before he teased her core, coating the tip in her juices before he slowly pushed inside her and savored every inch of her sheath as it wrapped around him.
He-
Really needed to stop thinking about just how badly he wanted to fuck her, Quinn told himself as he slowly exhaled and forced himself to focus on everything that he needed to get done today.
This was just part of the deal, one that required him to have sex with his wife and would end as soon as she was pregnant.
He needed to remember that, he told himself as he picked up his iPad and checked his email, checked on deliveries, and resigned himself to meeting with a client only to find himself once again watching as Dylan moved around the kitchen.
Every time she went on her tippytoes to reach for something on a shelf, Quinn was forced to bite back a groan as he watched the hem of the tee-shirt that she’d helped herself to from his drawer rise, revealing the soft curve of her ass.
When she bent over to grab something from the bottom drawer, he damn near snapped the iPad in his hand in two.
God, she was fucking killing him, Quinn thought, swallowing hard as he watched her slowly, ever so fucking slowly, stand up.
He watched her move around the kitchen, unable to look away and barely aware of the pancakes, eggs, sausage, and bacon that she piled on a plate before she made her way to the table only to frown adorably as she ran her eyes over the table and-
“This just won’t do,” Dylan said with a sad shake of her head and a heartfelt sigh.
He opened his mouth only to forget how to breathe when she placed the plate overflowing with food onto the table, but that wasn’t what had him struggling not to lose his fucking mind.
It was his wife climbing onto his lap and causing the hem of the shirt that looked so much better on her than it ever did on him to rise, teasing him with a glimpse of the soft, pink lips that felt so fucking good wrapped around his cock.
Unable to do anything more than groan, Quinn watched as Dylan plucked the iPad out of his hand before she reached for his belt. She took her time pulling his belt free and let the ends fall aside and-
“Oh, fuck…”
-groaned when she ran her hand over his cock through his pants, giving it a gentle squeeze before reaching for his fly. She unsnapped the button before she carefully worked the zipper down over his straining cock.
She reached inside his pants and wrapped her small, warm hand around his cock, giving it a teasing stroke that had him licking his lips as she pulled him free. He watched in a daze as she slowly ran her fingers over his cock before wrapping her hand around the tip and gave it a gentle squeeze.
God, she was fucking killing him, Quinn thought, watching helplessly as she used her hold to lower his cock as she placed her other hand on his shoulder and-
“That’s better,” Dylan murmured absently with a satisfied sigh as she used her hold on him to lower herself onto his cock. She felt so fucking good, Quinn thought as he placed his hands on her thighs and ran his hands up to her hips while he savored the feeling of his cock sliding into his wife.
Every time was so much better than the last.
After that first night, they decided that it would probably be a good idea to come up with a list of rules so that there wouldn’t any misunderstandings.
No terms of endearment or displays of PDA; handholding, hugging, kissing, sitting on his lap, or anything that would cause confusion.
They wouldn’t have sex outside his bedroom, and even then, it was only at night and Dylan would leave immediately afterwards and sleep in her own bed.
And most importantly, the sex ended the moment they found out that she was pregnant.
That lasted until Dylan showed up at his trailer a week later to drop off another design.
He looked over the design, approved it for the next stage, and that somehow ended with Dylan on her knees, sucking his cock before he bent her over his desk and fucked her.
After that, and the incident in the parking lot where he walked her to her truck only to somehow end up in the toolshed where he took her on the bench, they’d decided to remove the limitation on sex since they agreed that it was in their best interests to have sex as often as humanly possible.
For the deal, of course.
The rest of the rules remained in effect.
“Are you going to make me do all the work?” Dylan asked as she leaned back until she was able to place her elbows on the table behind her and relax.
“Are you going to share that bacon with me?” Quinn countered as he carefully shifted back in his chair, careful not to dislodge her as he reached down and pushed her shirt out of the way, revealing the soft, plump lips wrapped around his cock.
“If I must,” she said, making sure to sound put out as she reached over and grabbed a piece of bacon and took a bite before she held it out to him.
Never taking his eyes off the incredible sight before him, Quinn opened his mouth and took the piece of bacon from her while he cupped her hips and used his hold to gently move her on him. Christ, he would never get used to this sight, Quinn thought, watching as she moved on him.
Every time he made her moan, she rewarded him with food, so of course, he made sure that he made her moan a lot.
He alternated between agonizingly slow rolls of her hips to hard, fast rolls as he watched his glistening cock disappear between her lips only to reappear seconds later, somehow wetter than before.
Keeping one hand on her hip, he reached over and toyed with her swollen little clit.
She managed to feed him one last bite of sausage before she was forced to grab hold of the edge of the kitchen table as her head dropped back on a soft moan, drawing his attention to find her licking her lips as he fucked her.
He loved watching her, loved the way that she gasped, moaned, and yelled his name as he fucked her, but he loved the way that she tightened around him even more, squeezing his cock until he was left with no choice but to join her.
As soon as he felt her sheath tighten around him, Quinn pressed his thumb down against her clit, rubbing it faster and-
“Oh, God….Oh, God…Oh, God, Quinn!” his incredibly beautiful wife moaned, tearing a groan from him as pleasure surged through his cock, up his spine and then…
“Dylan,” he groaned as he lost himself inside his wife.
For several minutes, they both sat there, struggling to catch their breath until he reminded himself that this was just part of the deal and forced himself to pick her up and-
“Dying,” Dylan mumbled sadly as she slumped over onto the table.
Chuckling, Quinn stood up and worked his sensitive cock back into his pants, grabbed the cooler she’d packed for him, paused to lean down to kiss the back of her head simply because he couldn’t resist and-
“Stop booping me, you mean bastard!”
-grabbed the plate piled high with food that was going to make the commute to work better and headed for the door, making sure to release a heartfelt sigh along the way, knowing that it would piss her off.
Twenty minutes later, he was finishing off the last bite of sausage as he parked in front of Blackwood Manor.
He climbed out of the truck and grabbed the cooler and the plate before he made his way up the cobblestone driveway that they’d covered in dirt to protect it while they worked on the house and headed for his trailer, eager to get back to work.
Two months ago, he stopped by on his way to work to see how the repairs were coming only to somehow find himself tearing off the roof a few hours later, taking out the master bedroom.
After that, he found himself stopping by every chance he got to work on the house until he was spending all his time here and had his trailer brought over.
For the first time in years, he looked forward to going to work every day.
The first few hours, he spent working on B.T.
Construction, checking on projects, responding to emails, dealing with client requests, and then the rest of the day was his to work on Blackwood Manor.
He’d always enjoyed working on the houses that B.T.
Construction built, but his father was right.
He never loved it.
Not like this.
He-
“You have company,” Tristan said with a look that said it all.
“How long have they been here?” Quinn asked as he made his way to his trailer.
“Long enough,” Tristan said as Quinn made his way into his trailer to find Brooke and Jenn waiting for him.
“You’re late,” Brooke said with that smug little smirk that never failed to piss him off, while Jenn looked bored already.
“What do you want?” Quinn asked as he made his way to the kitchen and set his cooler on the counter.
“I thought we’d discuss the terms of your surrender,” Brooke said with a satisfied sigh as she absently gestured in his direction, making sure that he didn’t miss the obscenely large engagement ring on her finger and giving him the reminder that by next spring, she’d be one step closer to taking control of B.T. Construction.
“B.T. Construction isn’t yours yet,” Quinn pointed out even as he couldn’t help but wonder if they’d have their first child by then.
He couldn’t wait to be a father, just the thought of holding his child nearly fucking wrecked him, but he’d be lying if he said that he was ready to lose this part of the deal.
Once Dylan was pregnant…
Christ, he didn’t think he’d survive without touching her.
“It’s only a matter of time,” Brooke said with that same smug smile that Jenn was wearing, making him wonder how he’d missed the fact that she was a bitch. The signs were all there, but he saw what he wanted to see and ended with him getting fucked over in the process.
“With our parents’ thirtieth anniversary coming up, I thought it would be the perfect time for you to publicly throw in the towel,” Brooke said as her expression turned pitying.
“I could always buy it from you,” Quinn drawled, playing along.
For now.
“You could, but I’m not going to sell it to you,” Brooke said, confirming one of his earlier suspicions.
“And why is that?” Quinn asked, already having a pretty good idea why.
“Because I hate you?” Brooke asked, blinking at him.
Nodding, Quinn asked, “Is there anything else that you needed before I kick you out?”
“Besides wondering why you hired Dylan without my permission?” Brooke demanded.
“You really didn’t leave me with a choice considering out father’s stipulations. Dylan has a job here as long as wants it,” he drawled, making sure to sound bored since the last thing that they needed right now was to clue her into what they were really up to.
“Fair enough,” Brooke murmured. “Then, I want to know why you’re wasting B.T. Construction’s resources on this dump.”
“Last time I checked, I was in charge of deciding which jobs B.T. Construction takes,” Quinn drawled as he opened the cooler and placed everything Dylan packed for him in the fridge.
“Not when you’re taking away B.T. Construction’s valuable assets from paying clients,” Brooke said with a triumphant gleam in her eye as Jenn tossed a white envelope on Quinn’s desk.
“What’s that?” Quinn asked as he grabbed the Tupperware of homemade cookies that Dylan made for him and-
“It’s an injunction,” Jenn said as he grabbed the bottle of chocolate milk that Dylan packed to go with it and made his way to his desk.
“For?” Quinn asked, placing everything on his desk before he sat down and helped himself to a cookie.
“You’re using B.T. Construction employees, equipment, and materials for a project that isn’t on the books, isn’t paying market rate, and is taking resources away from paying clients.
That’s theft, Quinn, and Miss Thomas has every right to file an injunction immediately to stop it before you drain B.T.
Construction dry,” Jenn said with a triumphant gleam in her eye.
“Meaning?” Quinn asked, not bothering to look at the injunction as he took another bite.
“You’re using B.T. Construction employees, equipment, and materials for a private project that belongs to Dylan, an hourly employee with zero executive privileges.
She doesn’t have access to the at-cost labor clause in your employment contract, and as far as the company is concerned, she’s just like any other client.
Which means she pays full market rate, not whatever sweetheart deal you’ve worked out.
That makes this theft of company resources, and we want it shut down today,” Jenn said in a tone that was probably meant to scare him.
“That does sound serious,” Quinn said with a heartfelt sigh.
“That’s because it is,” Jenn murmured with a pointed look at the envelope.
“There’s just one problem with that,” Quinn said, finishing off the cookie before reaching for another one.
“And what’s that?” Brooke asked, looking really fucking smug for someone who was about to lose everything.
“Blackwood Manor is mine.”