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 inthe 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 aroundhim 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 chancehe 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.
