When we get to the parking lot I realize something isn’t right, and I push her behind me, keeping a hand on her waist. All four doors of her car are open and there are papers everywhere. I’m getting fucking tired of things stalling my journey home. My dick is going to have a permanent zipper imprint if something doesn’t change, and someone fucking with her car is another obstacle on the way to my woman. The first pit stop was all me, but I just needed a taste to hold me over, and god was it wonderful.

“What the hell?” Morgan shrieks behind me. She starts toward the mess, but I hold her back, scanning the area before I walk with her to the car and start helping her with the mess.

“What do you keep in here, Boss?” Morgan slumps against the car, tears filling her baby-blue eyes.

“This is just reports from the last project. I was trying to find when the accounting error started so we could fix it. It’s a lot of money missing.” We work together stacking up all the papers, and I put them in her bag on my shoulder. She looks defeated as hell and the bruises are worse today. It makes my heart ache. I piece together what I overheard in the office while she was on the phone and what I heard her father on the phone talking about. Things start making sense. I’m not even sure the attack was an accident.

“We’ll figure it out, Boss. I’ll take care of this.” I watch her lock her car back up and drag her toward the truck, ready to get her home and make her forget the whole issue.

I help her up into my truck, making sure to palm her ass before shutting the door and walking around to my side. After I get her fed, I plan on making her forget everything but my name. Once she’s asleep, I can go over the papers and figure out who is fucking with her business and how. I know her dad and that prick accountant are behind it.

We pick up some take-out, getting more food than either of us can eat, and I take us home. My home is about to become her home, whether she likes it or not. I’ll start moving her stuff in as soon as possible. I’m not going to ask about that, either. I plan on putting my ring on her finger, putting my baby in her, and having her in my bed every night. I want her tied to me in every possible way. I want her unable to even think of leaving me.

“Tell me about your family.” Morgan slurps a noodle into her mouth and points her chopsticks at me. She is so fucking cute. Her hair is loose around her shoulders and she’s in one of my shirts again. It’ sexy as hell and innocent at the same time. Part of me wants to fuck her senseless on the island, the other wants to hold her and run my hands through her copper-colored hair. My cock has been hard since we sat down to eat, so the fucking is going to win out, but I can humor her with a little conversation.

“I don’t have family.” I lean over the island and Morgan takes a bite from my plate. “My parents were worthless druggies and my grandma raised me until she passed. Then I went into the system.” Morgan’s face softens, and she puts down her chopsticks to take my hand in hers.

“That’s why you wanted a big family?” She phrases it as a question, but she knows the answer.

“Want,” I correct her. “It’s why I want a big family. I want to be the father I never had.” I stare into her eyes for a moment, silently telling her what it really is I want. I want her next to me for that big family. I want my baby in her now. I want my woman away from her piece of shit father and safe with me, but she has a corporation to run. Fortunately, with us working together, she can work from home, and I don’t have to worry about other motherfuckers looking at what’s mine.

“I always wanted to be a mother, but I was put in my place early on. It’s my job to take over the company, so that’s what I’ll do.” Morgan looks a little sad but quickly recovers and slurps up another noodle. I like her relaxed and almost girlish. Every moment spent with her over the last eight months has been guarded, professional, and rigid. But here in my kitchen Morgan is relaxed and looks happy. She looks like I make her happy. I want to make her happy.

She pulls the neck of my shirt up over her shoulder, and I reach across to pull it back down, but she takes my hand again. “I haven’t done this.” Her cheeks flush red and I round the island to get to her.

“You won’t do it again, either. I’ll break any motherfucker trying to get you away from me.” I pull her off the stool and her legs go around my waist. “Now, I’m going to take you upstairs and you’re going to show me what’s mine.”

Morgan takes my face in her little hands and touches her forehead to mine. “I think you may be confused, Mr. Jennings. I’m the boss, remember?” Her playful tone is too much for me. I start up the stairs, ready to fuck some sense into her. Forget the pussyfooting around; the boss is about to find out exactly who’s in charge.

“I’m not confused. Once my baby is in you, I want you home with your feet up, eating pints of ice cream. You won’t be strutting around the site in tight skirts, that is for damn sure. All this is just for me.” When I reach the top of the stairs, her eyes go wide, and she starts pushing away from me, but it’s a joke.

“Back up there, big guy. What the hell do you think you’re talking about?” Morgan squirms, trying to get away from me, and I toss her on the bed, letting her land gently. “I have no plans of getting pregnant, so you better plan on wrapping that up or this isn’t happening. I’ve waited twenty-three years, I’ll keep waiting.” I heard the whole rant, but only one phrase sticks.

“I’m going to address one part of this at a time.” I pull my undershirt over my head and start on my jeans while she sits on our bed, watching intently. Our bed. “What have you been waiting for?” I know what I want her to say, but I want to hear her pretty little mouth say it. Once my jeans hit the floor, I reach for her and make quick work of the buttons on my shirt until she’s propped on her elbows in matching black bra and panties.

“This, and I can keep waiting.” Morgan’s defiance is cute as hell, but her eyes move over me and she licks her lips.

“Say it.”

“I’m done with this, Everett.” She tries to put my shirt back on, but I grab the back of her neck and pull her toward me for a kiss. She gives in willingly and whimpers when I run my hand down to cup her pussy. I kiss her hard and fierce, claiming her mouth and making her moan. My tongue leaves no part of her mouth untouched, and when I back off her lips, she’s panting.

“Say it. I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you’ve waited for, tell me what you saved just for me.” The thought has me nearly coming myself. The very idea that I am going to be her first and last has me beating my chest.

“I’m a virgin, and I’m going to remain that way. You can’t just decide what I’m doing, Everett, and you really can’t just decide to knock me up no matter how long I’ve obsessed over you.” My hand still has a firm grip on her pussy and I’m hovering over her on the bed. If she wants to leave, she can, but Morgan is happy and wet right where she is.

“You gonna tell me you don’t want this? Your pussy is saying something very different right now, Boss.” Her eyes widen when I use my middle finger to stroke up and down her slit. “And yeah, I fully intend on knocking you up and keeping you that way for the foreseeable future. You say the word and my ring is on your finger too.” I press my body to hers, pinning her to the mattress, and make her squirm under me.