~Alistair's POV~
"It can only be the one and only," he rasped, "Mr. Alistair Montclair Lawrence."
I smiled, my heart full, and with that, our lips found each other. When we finally pulled apart, I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady, heavy thrum of his heart.
"Baby?" Alex murmured, his voice dropping into that sweet, low tone he used when he wanted something.
"Yes?" I answered, already sensing where this was going.
He shifted slightly, looking down at me. "Do you still love me?"
I looked up at him, shifting slightly on his chest to meet his gaze. "Yes, I do. But I'm still not following you to that conference."
Alex's face fell instantly. "Does that mean you don't love me anymore?"
"I love you so much, Alex," I said firmly, "but I am absolutely not coming with you to that conference."
Suddenly, the CEO of a multi-million dollar empire vanished, replaced by a dramatic, pouting mess.
Alex slumped back against the pillows, fake-sobbing like a heartbroken toddler. "I just got married! It hasn't even been two years and my husband has already stopped loving me!"
He wailed into his hands, peeking through his fingers to see my reaction. "Why? I'm nice! I'm cute! I'm so gentle and kind! I fuck him so good, and yet... he's already over me! I'm so heartbroken, Alis! My soul is shattered!"
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up in my throat. I sat up, moving away from his chest as he continued his theatrical performance. "I'm not coming with you, Alex. Say whatever you want; my answer is still no."
Alex scrambled to his feet, standing right on top of the mattress to look down at me, his "tears" miraculously gone as he moved into the negotiation phase. "Baby, listen! I will buy you any new designer piece you want. Anything! I just want you beside me. I don't want to go to that boring city all by myself. I need you there."
I crossed my arms, unimpressed by the bribe. "No. I'm staying here."
Alex sighed, finally dropping the act and slumping his shoulders. He looked at me with those puppy-dog eyes one last time before giving up. "Okay, okay. Fine."
He reached out, tugging on my hand. "Will you at least come shower with me?"
I looked at him, his expression so genuinely dejected that my resolve started to soften. I smiled and squeezed his hand. "Sure."
We walked into our luxury bathroom, the space quickly filling with a thick, warm mist as the water hissed from the oversized rain-shower head.
As we stepped under the spray, the heat hit our skin, but Alex remained uncharacteristically quiet. He wasn't angry, I knew him better than that, he was just genuinely sad at the thought of spending the next few days in a different city without me.
I watched the water bead against his muscular back as he stood there, head bowed slightly under the stream. I couldn't stand seeing him like that. I stepped closer, moving behind him until my chest was pressed against his wet back. I slid my hands over his shoulders, kneading the tension out of his muscles with a slow, deliberate romance.
My hands wandered down his damp skin, tracing the line of his ribs before dipping lower, my fingers curling around his heavy, thickening cock. Alex let out a low, guttural groan, his head falling back against my shoulder.
I leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to the sensitive skin behind his ear, my hand starting a slow, rhythmic stroke that had him arching against me. "Listen," I whispered, my voice dropping into a low, serious tone.
"If I go with you, we're not staying at your parents' house. We come back the same day. If it's too late to drive, we book a hotel. We are not staying there. Deal?"
Alex gasped, his breath hitching as my thumb grazed the head of his cock. He turned in my arms, his eyes dark with a mix of relief and rising heat. "Deal," he breathed, his hands coming up to grip my waist. "As long as you're with me, I'll do whatever you say. I just... I need you beside me, Alis."
I looked into his eyes, seeing the raw honesty there. "Fine," I murmured, a smirk tugging at my lips. "I'll come along."
The joy that flashed across his face was worth every boring conference meeting in the world.
He didn't waste another second, crashing his lips against mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. Our hands moved instinctively downward, finding each other in the cock.
We gripped each other, our fingers slick with soap and water, and began to stroke in a synchronized, punishing rhythm that had us both gasping for air against the tile walls.
The steam in the bathroom became a thick, suffocating veil as our movements grew frantic. Alex's mouth was a hot, desperate pressure against mine, our breaths mingling in short, jagged gasps as we shared the same air. We were locked in a vice-grip, our hands moving in a brutal, wet rhythm that echoed against the marble tiles.
"Fuck, Alis," Alex groaned into my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine as his hand tightened around me. He was stroking me with a punishing speed.
"Faster, Alex," I growled, my own hand moving just as fast on him, feeling the pulse of his veins against my skin. "Show me how much you want me, baby."
The friction was incredible, sending jolts of electricity straight to my gut. We leaned into each other, the spray of the shower hitting our shoulders as we devolved into low, dirty whispers.
Alex hissed against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. "I'm going to make you scream my name until you lose your voice."
"Do it," I challenged, my hips bucking into his hand. "Fuck me… So good… Please, Alex. Tell me how much you need me."
Our hands were a blur, moving with a desperate, heavy friction. The moans coming from both of us were primal, echoing off the glass walls. I could feel the tension in his muscles reaching a breaking point, his body vibrating against mine.
"Alis... Alis, I'm close," he gasped, his eyes blown wide and dark. "I'm right there."
"Me too, baby. Don't stop. Faster," I commanded, my voice breaking. "Cum for me. Give it all to me."
The rhythm became unbearable, a frantic race toward the edge. "I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming!" Alex shouted, his voice cracking as he surged against me.
"Yes! Spill out for me, babe!" I roared, my own release snapping like a high-tension wire.
In the same second, we both shattered. Alex crashed his lips onto mine, swallowing my shout of pleasure as we both came violently.
Our bodies shook with the force of the orgasm, the heat of our release spilling over our hands and washing away under the spray of the shower. We clung to each other, our fingers still twitching around each other's cocks as the last waves of pleasure racked our frames.
We were breathless, our chests heaving against one another as the adrenaline began to fade, leaving only a heavy, blissful ache. My knees felt weak, and I felt Alex's weight leaning heavily into me. We collapsed into a tangled mess of limbs, holding each other up under the falling water, our hearts drumming a frantic, matching beat against our ribs.
When the heat faded and the steam thinned, we finished our shower in quiet comfort. We dried ourselves, changed into our sleepwear, and prepared to turn in for the night. That was when I remembered the things I'd left in the car. I kissed Alex's cheek lightly.
"I'll be right back, baby," I said softly. "I need to grab something from the car."
"Hurry back, I want to cuddle," he murmured, already looking half-asleep.
I finished the errand and headed back upstairs. As I reached the hallway and moved toward our bedroom, my hand closed around the door handle. I was about to push it open when Alex's voice stopped me cold.
I went still, my ear drifting closer to the door. His voice is tight. The formal tension in every word made it clear who he was talking to. His mother.
"Why would you say that?" Alex asked, his voice low but unyielding. "He's my husband, Mother. I don't go anywhere without him."
There was a long silence as he listened to her response. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but from the way my husband was speaking, I could tell his mother was telling him not to bring me to the conference.
Finally, he let out a sharp, weary exhale. "Fine. I hear you. I'll know what to do."
I pulled my hand back from the handle for a second, taking a breath to steady my own frustration before I decided to walk in.
NOTE: Hi loves ❤️
I just wanted to let you all know that I'll be taking a short break. I haven't been feeling my best, and I realized I'm not giving this story the care and depth it deserves right now. Rather than rush or burn out, I'd like to rest properly and come back refreshed so I can give you my absolute best.
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