Entangled To The CEO

Kristen’s [POV]

“Can I try one?” Noah asked impatiently.

“They’re still hot, sweetheart,” I told him. “Just give them five minutes, and they’ll be ready for dunking.”

“They look so good.”

“They do, don’t they?” I nodded. “These were my favorite snack to make when I was ten.”

Noah’s mouth formed a little ‘o’ shape. “You knew how to make cookies when you were ten?”

“I sure did,” I nodded.

“Your mommy didn’t make them for you?”

I hesitated a moment, remembering my lonely childhood. Mom had mostly been working, and whatever free time she did have left over was spent on her friends. Of course, when Ted designed to give her the time of day, nothing could keep her from his side. She would even miss work to stay at home and be with him.

Shortly after my tenth birthday, Ted decided to come and spend the weekend with us. He’d bought Mom flowers that looked like they’d been hacked from a neighbor’s backyard, and he had bought me a teddy bear with one eye. He’d claimed that the eye had popped out when he was removing it from the car, but I had never believed that story.

He and Mom spent the whole morning in her room, and I had to listen to a never-ending loop of moans and creaks. I took the radio into my room and listened to music until I had managed to drown them out. That afternoon when I emerged from my room, I was to find Mom and Ted in the hall pawing at one another.

“Kris,” Mom said. “How would you feel about spending the evening alone, all by yourself like a big girl?”

I frowned at her in confusion. “Where are you going?”

“Daddy and I are going out for a while… We haven’t seen each other in so long,” she said. “You want Mom and Dad to have time alone together, right?”

“Yes,” I replied because that was the only answer she wanted to hear.

Smacking her hands together, Mom jumped up excitedly. Then she disappeared into her room to change. Ted had sat on the sofa and tried to engage me in conversation.

“How old are you now?” he had asked me. “Seven?”

“Ten.”

“Wow, you’re kinda small for a ten-year-old.”

When Mom emerged again, she was wearing a short red dress and a face full of makeup. Somehow, she looked ten years older than me. They left the house without looking back, and I walked around, wondering why my parents were so different from everyone else’s. That was when I decided to bake cookies. For the first time, the house was completely mine, and I could do whatever I wanted. And what I wanted was a chocolate chip cookie.

I found a recipe book and followed the instructions diligently. Within the hour I had fat, chunky chocolate chip cookies and a deep and satisfying sense of accomplishment. I had piled the cookies into a bowl, headed into my room, and spent the whole evening and most of the night eating cookies and playing with my imaginary friends. And for just a few hours, I forgot that I had strange parents. I forgot that I was alone. I even forgot that I had no friends. It was enough to just sit there and eat cookies. Which was why I had always had a fondness for baking and cookie eating.

“My mommy was too busy to bake me cookies,” I told Noah honestly.

He looked sadly at me. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

Noah looked sad for me, and I felt a burst of love for him. He was such a sensitive child. I kissed his forehead and then pushed the tray of cookies toward him. “Go ahead,” I said. “I think they’re cool enough now.”

Noah was eating his first cookie when Jake walked in. It was earlier than I had expected to see him, and I jumped up in excitement. “You’re back,” I said.

I was just about to run into his arms when I remembered Noah. Even though the three of us spent a lot of time together, Jake and I were careful about being affectionate in front of Noah. We didn’t want him to get invested in our relationship just yet. It was merely a safety precaution, but sometimes I wished we didn’t have to be so careful.

“How was your boys’ night?” I asked, reigning in my enthusiasm and sitting back down.

“Good,” Jake replied. “Noah? Can I get a hello?”

Noah looked up at his father and smiled. “We made cookies, Daddy.”

He laughed. “I can see that. Is that the reason I’m being neglected by my favorite son?”

Noah giggled. “I’m your only son.”

“Here you go,” I said, pushing a cookie toward him. “Go crazy.”

We spent a good half an hour eating cookies and swapping stories about our day. Noah sat on my lap and gave Jake a play-by-play of everything we had done.

“The fort’s still up, I see,” Jake said.

“I can take it down in the night,” I said.

“No!” Noah said, looking towards his fort.

Jake laughed. “Let’s leave it up,” he said. “I think it gives character to the room.”

“Me, too,” Noah piped up.

Noah ended up falling asleep in my arms, and I kissed his cheek softly as I brushed the hair from his face. He looked so peaceful in sleep; all I wanted to do was kiss him all over. When I looked up, I realized that Jake was watching me carefully. I wondered if it upset him to see his son being mothered by someone other than Daphne. For a second, I wasn’t sure if he was touched by the sight or angered by it.

“I’d better get him to bed,” Jake said, rising to his feet and reaching out for Noah.

We made the transfer smoothly, and Jake disappeared down the hall with Noah in his arms. I took the time to clear up a little in the living room. When I turned, I realized that Jake was leaning against the wall, watching me work.

“Hi there,” I said. “How long have you been standing there?”

He smiled. “A minute or two.”

“You could have said something.”

“I liked my view,” he replied. “And, I wanted to admire it for a moment.”

I tried to hide my blush from him by turning toward the sink to wash the remaining dishes. A second later, I felt Jake’s arms encircle me as his body closed in on mine. It felt so good to be near him. I missed everything about him when he was not with me, including his smell.

He closed the tap and pushed the dish out of my hands. “Leave it,” he said. “I’ll do it later.”

“It’ll only take me a minute,” I said, enjoying the way he was running his hands up and down my legs.

“Leave it,” he said again.

Slowly and deliberately, he turned me around to face him. His blue eyes were soft and thoughtful, and I noticed there was a deeper emotion beneath them.

“How was Luis?” I asked.

“He’s leaving soon,” Jake replied. “He wants to meet you one day.”

I smiled. “I’d like to meet him, too.”

“Would you?”

“Of course… I want to meet your friends and your family.”

“But you don’t want me to meet yours?”

I tensed a little. “Only because I don’t want you to think badly of me.”

“That’s not possible,” he assured me.

I shook my head and removed myself from his arms as I walked over to the living room. “Everything is possible,” I said, sitting down on the sofa.

Jake followed me there and sat down beside me. “Did Noah tire you out?”

“Not at all,” I assured him. “It was so much fun spending time with him today. I love that kid.”

“I think it’s safe to say he loves you, too,” Jake said.

I glanced over at him. “And…how do you feel about that?”

He took my hand and kissed it tenderly. “I feel a little scared,” he admitted. “But I also feel really happy.”

I smiled despite myself. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I watch you with him, and it just feels so natural. I can see that you have a connection with him. It’s impossible to deny.”

“I don’t want to take Daphne’s place, Jake,” I said softly. “But I do hope that there’s room in your life and Noah’s life for me.”

“I think it’s safe to say there is,” he replied.

I smiled and leaned in to kiss him. I was about to pull away, but Jake grabbed me and pushed me back onto the sofa. He climbed on top of me, and I could tell where this was leading.

“No,” I said firmly, trying to push his hands away.

“I want you,” Jake growled, and I felt myself moisten instantly at his words.

“And, I want you,” I said. “But not here.”

“Noah’s asleep,” Jake pointed out.

“What if he wakes up and walks in here?” I asked. “He doesn’t even really know about us…”

Jake kept kissing my neck, so I pushed him back, grabbed his hand, and pulled him down the hallway toward his bedroom. Once the door was firmly shut behind us, I led him to his bed and started to undress him. His cock was rock hard, and I had to maneuver his pants around his erection.

The sight of his beautiful hard penis inspired me, and I found myself slipping to my knees in front of him. Without titillation, I slipped his cock into my mouth. I had the satisfaction of hearing a moan escape Jake and that alone gave me the confidence to take him deeper into my mouth. I sucked him hard and could feel his body respond to what I was doing. He seemed to be shaking, and his hands stroked the top of my head as I sucked his dick.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

I pulled out just in time to watch him cum violently. Smiling, I sat down on the edge of his bed as his breathing calmed a little. He wiped himself off and sat down beside me.

“Sorry,” he said. “That probably wasn’t very fun for you.”

“On the contrary, that was extremely fun for me,” I said.

“Are you sure you were a virgin before me?” he checked.

I laughed. “Pretty sure.”

“Well, it’s your turn,” he said, pushing me back onto his bed and positioning my legs apart.

First, he used his fingers and then he used his tongue until I was moaning and writhing and trying to squash my screams by gritting my teeth together. After I had cum, we lay naked in Jake’s bed listening to each other’s breathing. It was bliss to feel so complete with a man. I had never experienced anything like this before.

For a second, I wondered if this was what Mom felt when she was with Ted. Was that why she was so completely blind where he was concerned? Because if I was feeling what she had felt all these years, I realized that I would find it extremely hard to blame her.

“What are you thinking about?” Jake asked me.

“I’m thinking of sex and love and everything in between,” I replied.

He smiled. “You want to know what I’m thinking?”

“Do tell?”

“I’m thinking that I want to fuck you in the shower,” Jake said, pulling me closer into the circle of his arms. “And afterward, I want to bring you back to this bed and fuck you again.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

I smiled. “That’s ambitious of you.”

“Oh trust me, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Prove it,” I challenged.