A CEO's Revenge Marriage Accidentally in Love

I’m hot and aching down there. The tip presses against the tiles, and I grip it to relieve

some pressure. But my hand isn’t enough. No. My cock craves Hannah and her sweet, wet

cunt.

God, it’s humiliating how badly! want her. This is the second time I’m rock-hard in the

shower.

Ugh. I cringe at the thought of having jacked off to Hannah once already-I need to learn how

to control myself.

I turn off the water and turn my head when there are three little knocks on the door.

“Tobias?”

It’s her-the woman of my dreams-err, fuck, I mean Hannah!

“Yes?” Do I sound breathless? And is that happiness in my chest? Jesus Christ, I need to take

a chill pill. “Can we talk?”

I look down at my naked, dripping body and lift a curious eyebrow at the door. “Now?”

Is that code for Hannah wanting sex? It must be. Why else would she want to enter the

bathroom when she knows I’m most likely naked? Oh my god, how do I look? Wait! Why do I

care? I just showered!

“Yeah?” Hannah sounds nervous, probably because she wishes to fuck me at my mother’s

house. She is way dirtier than I thought. “Is now… not a good time?”

I take a deep breath. “The place could be better, but… if this is what you truly want, it will

do.”

“Uh?” Hannah seems to be hesitating, probably panicking a little now that she knows I’m

willing to make her fantasies come true. “Thank you?”

Ah, there it is, the appreciation I’ve been looking for. I smile at the door and get rid of the

towel-better present myself with open arms to make the wife happy.

“You can come in now. I’m ready for you.”

“Are you sure?” Hannah feels the handle but doesn’t open the door fully. She is still acting

insecure. “Not going to lie, the way you’re talking is making me nervous…”

“There is nothing to be nervous about. This room is soundproof, and nobody will hear you

scream.”

Hannah is loud in bed-I like that a lot. It’s sexy when she moans and writhes.

“N-nobody will hear me scream?” Hannah sobs. “Are you really that angry with me that

you’re threatening me now?”

What?

I stare at the door, dumbfounded, until it opens, and an unhappy Hannah enters. At first,

she looks ready to cry, but then she blinks and blinks and stares at me, white in the face.

“W-wait, why are you not wearing any-”

I muffle her voice with one hand and press her against the wall with a smirk curling my lips.

I’m unsure what roleplaying game she is playing. Meh. It doesn’t matter. I use my left hand

to close the door and lock. it so no one can interrupt us.

Once I’m done, I peer down at Hannah. Her eyes are vast, and her breathing has seized.

She rakes me up and down, and her attention lingers on my pecs until she gulps and lifts

her eyes.

My amusement grows at that, and I lean down to whisper huskily. “What is that you women

say when men check out your boobs and are a bit too obvious about it-my eyes are up here-

is that the correct sentence?”

Too stunned to speak, Hannah says nothing, and I angle myself at an uncomfortable angle

so that we are at eye level. She has the most fantastic blue eyes and full lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, and play with a blonde strand of her hair while smiling darkly

into her face.” And so dirty for wanting to play around here, but who am I to judge? I will

make your fantasy come true

tonight, babe.”

Confusion is written over her face, but I ignore that. I’m itching to kiss her, so instead of

stalling, I lean in and claim her lips as mine. She mewls into my mouth when I give her

some tongue.

It amuses me how quickly she surrenders and gives herself to me. Suddenly she is

desperate for more and presses against me. Her hands land on my chest, squeezing my

pecs, stirring something within me. Sarah never treated me like I was irresistible and like

she couldn’t touch me enough to satisfy her needs. But Hannah? Every touch tells me she is

into me, and I love it. Her hands worship me whenever they smooth over my skin, and it

makes me feel so good. Wanted. Cherished.

And her kisses?

I groan when she nibbles my lips. “You’re so sexy…”

“No, you are.”

I know Hannah means those words when I look into her big, blue eyes. Her breaths are

coming in fast, and that’s turning me on.

Why does she have to be everything I want but such a wrong choice of a partner?

Not that I care right now. I’m thinking with my second brain, and my aching is only growing.

My cock is screaming for attention, and there is nothing I can do about it. I can’t ignore the

yearning between my legs! I’m helpless, and what red-blooded man could blame me when

Hannah is plastered to my body and scraping her big breasts against me? She is my

kryptonite. I’m already growing weaker and losing focus.

I pick her up into my arms and smile into her face. “How about we have some fun in the

shower?”

She parts her lips. “I think-

“YOU CAN’T BE FUCKING SERIOUS!” Mark yells from the other side of the door. “I HAVE TO

TAKE A DUMP, AND YOU’RE STILL THERE! WHAT THE HECK IS TAKING SO LONG?!”

I glare at the door, and then I sigh. “Saved by my brother, I guess…”

With a certain sadness in my heart and my balls already turning blue, I reluctantly put

Hannah down on the floor. Her hair is disarranged, her eyes are wild, and I chuckle at how

adorable she looks.

“You are living up to your nickname right now, Pixie Spaz,” I reach out a hand to brush away

some blonde hair from her forehead and smooth it against her head. She stares at me while

I do, still out of breath. It makes me tilt my head. “What is it?”

“When you… when you lifted me up like that… it was so hot… and I’m mortified to have

dinner now. because…”

I try to figure out what she means, then I look down, smirking once I catch the wet spot on

her leggings. It looks like you peed yourself.”

“Oh my god… you’re seriously a jerk!” Hannah swats me but can’t keep the laughter out of

her voice. “Fuck you!”

I wink at her. “Yes, please.”

Outside the door, Mark groans. “Today, brother…”

I roll my eyes. “Give me three minutes to put on my clothes…” I meet Hannah’s eyes and

whisper. “We should probably join the others. I just have to warn you about something: they

will probably think we had a quickie in here.”