I have no idea whether I should be turned on or not, but I am. So flipping turned on. My panties are becoming more worthless by the second as Everett makes every promise I ever wanted to hear. Rings, babies, and all the sexiness that is Everett Jennings, all for me, forever. It sounds like an alternate universe. Morgan McPhearson is supposed to take over the company and rule the world, not be pregnant for the “foreseeable future” and cooking for her husband. The more he runs his finger over my panties, the more willing my body becomes and the less lucid my mind is. He’s nearly naked, and I don’t know where to look or touch first.

“What about the company? What about my dad? What about the missing money?” His mouth slams into mine, shutting me up and making me moan. He grinds the steel rod in his boxers into me and grabs a fistful of my hair, kissing me like a starved man. The sharp pain from the tug on my hair makes everything else so much more powerful.

“Tell me what you want, Morgan.” Everett leaves my mouth to bite down my neck and shoulder, popping the front of my bra open and attacking my chest. He palms each breast, alternating his mouth between nipples, and my back arches into him. I’m shuddering uncontrollably, and my mind’s gone completely blank. There is Everett and me, nothing else matters.

“You,” I have to force the word out. Suddenly, his presence is gone, and I open my eyes to see Everett on his knees, stroking his cock in front of me. He towers over me, straddling my legs, jerking off. My reclined position isn’t close enough, so I sit up, putting me face to face with his cock. Its huge and completely drool-worthy. There is no way it will fit in any part I have, but I’m pretty willing to try, especially if he keeps touching himself.

“You wanna suck my cock, Boss?” I realize I’m staring and licking my lips when his voice moves over me. I feel the heat rush over my face from the way he stares at me, a small smirk on his face, and he knots his hand in my hair. I really don’t need any urging, but he does it anyway, bringing my mouth to his cock. I swirl my tongue over the tip and suck it into my mouth, breathing steadily to keep from gagging as it hits my throat. Everett groans, fueling my enthusiasm and making me take him deeper. Even with as much as possible in my mouth, there’s still enough of his cock to wrap my hand around.

“Fuck, Morgan.” He pulls my head back gently, making me pop off his cock, and I whimper. “I need you, now.” The urgency in his voice makes me smile. Not having ever given a blowjob, I have no idea if I’m doing anything right, but his groans seem pretty satisfied. Everett lays me back down, jerking my panties off and running his rough hands up my leg to my sex. “I’m not wrapping it up, and I’m not pulling out, so say no now if you don’t want this.” I keep my mouth closed, making the only decision I know I can live with and stare into his hazel eyes. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life bending to Everett Jennings, loving him. My father’s company, the life I’ve had forced on me is an afterthought. “I need to hear it, Boss.” Everett slides up my body, nudging at my entrance and dipping his head to lick and suck at my nipples.

“Just fuck me already,” I pant. Running my hands into his wavy hair and hanging on, I brace for the pain. Everett eases in, inch by slow inch, stretching and filling me. His mouth slams into mine, taking the attention off the pinch of pain as our hips collide. When he pulls out and thrusts back, he glides in easily and my orgasm is already causing my core to tighten.

“You are so fucking tight, this won’t take long. Come for me, beautiful.” Each word is punctuated with a thrust and he slides a hand between us to rub the rough pad of his thumb over my clit, “I’ve waited so fucking long for this. You’re all mine now, Boss.” That’s all it takes to have me shouting his name and falling into a million fractured shards of bliss. Everett fucks me harder, faster, and the aftershocks of my orgasm have me writhing under him while he takes his pleasure from me and sends another wave of euphoria through me. I feel him tense over me, grunting out his release until I feel our mixed juices run down to the sheets, and Everett falls next to me. I guess I’m not close enough because he grabs me up and rolls me onto his chest, keeping our connection.

“You were serious, weren’t you?” I nuzzle into the hair on his chest.

“My sense of humor doesn’t extend to the bedroom.” Everett shifts me off him and when he slides out, I whimper. “I’ll be back, Boss.” He vanishes only to come back with a wet towel and wipe up my legs to clean up the mess. Everett tosses the towel across the hall and pulls me back to him. “Go to sleep. We both have to work in the morning.” One of his massive arms stretches behind us to click off the lamp and breathes in my hair. I start drifting off, enveloped in his arms. “I don’t know what’s going on with that company, but I’m gonna keep you safe. No bastard will ever fucking touch you again.” The promise is the last thing I hear before going to sleep.

I wake up in a tangle of Everett and blankets. One of his legs is thrown over mine and his arms are locked around my waist with my face buried in his chest. I squirm to get free, but his hold tightens, and I tip my head to see his hazel eyes watching me. “You’re not going anywhere.”

I lean up and give him a quick kiss on the chin. “I just need to pee.” Everett groans, but lets me go, stretching back out onto his stomach. I look over the bulky definition of his back before slipping across the hall, grabbing his shirt from the floor on my way out.

I study myself in the mirror, loving the pink in my cheeks and wild hair, knowing I look different because of him. I slip the shirt on and go back to the bedroom to find it empty with the bed made and my clothes on the corner. I hear dishes downstairs and hurry to dress and head down to help him cook whatever we’re having for breakfast. The idea that it could always be this way runs through my head, but I quiet it. No matter what kind of commitment he was talking last night, it was all to an end and he got what he wanted. One night would never be enough for me, but at least I have the one night to hang on to, and I’d never complain about being used for whatever he wanted.

Everett has his work clothes on, jeans, white shirt, and a flannel over it, and I meet him at the stove to wrap my arms around his middle. Instead of embracing it, he tenses.

“What’s wrong?” Without an answer, he hands me my phone and I swipe the screen to see six missed calls from Preston Zeller. I check the messages only to be yelled at for not answering and for Preston to tell me he’s coming by the site on his lunch to run the numbers. I listen to the messages all while pressed against Everett.

“Were you planning on telling me?” Everett pulls away, carrying two plates to the kitchen island.

“That my accountant called?” I sit at the stool next to him and he pulls my seat so I’m between his knees. “I guess if I thought it was important. Everett, you don’t get to just take over my life now.”

“The fuck I don’t.” As mad as he looks, Everett offers me a bite from his plate and I take it. “I asked you last night what you wanted, and your answer was pretty damn clear.” I feel my face flush and look down at my legs tucked between his massive thighs. “You’re in my bed and in my house, Boss,” he says it like a threat. “I don’t like the texts, or the calls.”

I roll my eyes like a teenager. “Everett, he’s the accountant …”

I’m cut off by his hand coming down on the island with a bang. “The accountant you’re supposed to marry!” His voice booms around me, but I don’t even flinch.

“The accountant I refused to marry!” I scream back at him, just inches from his hard expression and narrowed eyes. Two can play that game. “I gave up everything I wanted out of life for that company, but not that. Never that.” I quiet, and his face softens. Everett’s hand comes up to cup my face and his rough thumb swipes the tear that managed to appear. “I don’t care who Preston’s father is or what company we could merge with, I would never marry a slimy weasel like him.” My hand finds Everett’s wrist, and I squeeze it softly.

He feeds me another bite and gathers the plates. “Let’s get to the site, Boss.” The conversation is obviously over, so I let him pull away from me to head back upstairs. I feel like I’ve done something wrong, but I hate Preston. Unadulterated loathing. He’s cocky and disrespectful and a complete perv.

We pull up to the site after a tense, wordless drive, and I go to climb out, pissed as hell that the man is treating me like I’ve committed some sin. I snatch my bag from the floorboard of his truck, slamming the door behind me, and turn straight into Everett’s arms.

“Let me go,” I grit the words out, but they are completely lost in his broad chest. His arms tighten around me, and I give up, nuzzling into him.

“I have something to take care of, but Dex has it under control. I’ll be back in an hour.” Everett kisses my head and tips my chin up to make me look at him. I nod once and push away, leaving him to hop back in the truck and peel out of the lot. I wait until I can’t hear the rumble of his pick-up before starting across the site to the trailer.