I tap my pen on the desk all day, watching the men come and go from the window. Everett runs a tight ship but still glances in the window at me every hour or so to check on me. He’s big and gruff but so sweet with me. It’s like I woke up in my own fairytale, and Everett is my knight in shining armor. Just as it gets dusky, Everett strides in looking tired and sexy.

“Ready, Boss?” I push out of my chair and grab my briefcase, taking his hand when he offers it. “You won’t mind if we just relax tonight, will you?” He opens the truck door, and I get in, pulling him close to me.

“No, or you can lie there and let me do all the work.” He takes a deep breath and slides his hands up my legs. “Is that okay?” I kiss him to make my point.

“Whatever you want, Boss.” I get one more kiss and he climbs into the driver’s side.

The truck roars to life and he gets us to his house in record time. As soon as we walk in the mudroom, I notice the boxes. There are tons of them and they all say “Boss”. I cut my eyes at him, but Everett just smiles and pulls me into him.

“I got some of your things. I told you I want you here for good.” I know better than to argue, so I wrap my arms around his neck. Keeping Everett seems like a great plan to me, so why fight it? I kiss him, and he tugs my hair until it falls down around my shoulders.

“Why don’t we go upstairs?” I start backing him up and he scoops me in his arms to carry me up. “Hey, you are supposed to be tired.” Once we get to the top of the steps, he turns into the bedroom and tosses me on the bed, leaning down to untie his boots. I watch him kick the boots off and start undressing. I get down to my bra and panties when I realize he’s stopped stripping to watch me.

“Get up and put those heels back on.” Everett’s jaw tics slightly and he runs his palm over the ridge of his cock in his jeans.

“Take off those jeans and I will.” I lean back on my elbows, daring him to argue with me. He doesn’t. Instead, he very slowly unbuttons the jeans and drags the zipper down slowly.

“Your turn, Boss.” I stand up and Everett takes my place on the bed, stroking himself outside the black boxers. “Heels. Now,” he growls at me. I slowly step back into my black heels and hold my hands out, spinning around for his approval. “Fuck, Morgan.” He narrows his eyes. “Get on your knees.”

Do I want to do exactly what he says? Yes. Am I giving in so easy? No way. “I’m the boss, Mr. Jennings.” I put my hands on my hips, making sure he knows I mean it.

“Morgan. We are not at work. Now get on your knees before I spank that ass and show you exactly who’s boss.” Everett stares me down, not blinking or giving me any signs of weakness. I hesitate, thinking how much I’d love for his handprint to be on my ass cheek, but sink to my knees instead and run my nails from his knees to his thighs. Everett gathers my hair up in his fist at the base of my neck, and I peel his boxers back, watching his cock spring free. Without any coaxing, I suck him into my mouth, letting the head hit the back of my throat. He gently guides me back and forth, setting a slow pace while I focus on not gagging every time he hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Morgan.” He pulls my hair back, not letting me suck him back in and I wipe my lower lip. “I’m not coming down your throat until I know your pregnant.” He pulls his cock from my lips and lets my hair go. “Now take those panties off and get up here.”

I do exactly what he asks, standing and sliding the black lace down my hips and thighs. “I draw the line at saying yes sir.”

Everett grabs my hips, pulling me to straddle him. “Cute, real cute.” He moves his hips to rub his cock into me, and I moan. “You don’t get to draw lines here, Boss.” His hand comes down on my ass, and I squeal. I want so bad to be mad, but I can’t. We both know I want it. “Now, you are going to ride my cock, and come all over it. Then I’m going to come inside you.”

“Yes, Sir.” I moan when he lines his cock up and pulls me down on him. Everett lies back and I do exactly what he asks. I brace on his chest, digging my nails into the dark hair, rolling my hips until his eyes close and he grabs onto my heels. It takes no time before I’m screaming his name. I toss my head back, unable to keep my eyes open, and let the ecstasy wash over me. I don’t even have time to breathe before Everett flips us over and pounds into me.

Another orgasm hits immediately. “God, Morgan you are so fucking tight.” I lock my heels right above his amazing ass and dig my nails in his back. He kisses me, hard, rough, and I feel his cock jerk inside me. A feral growl rumbles from his mouth to mine and he fists the sheets next to my head.

Everett lets out a contented sigh and falls on the bed next to me, sliding out of me in the process. “See what happens when you’re a good girl,” he whispers in my ear, cupping my breast.

“You’re going to get me pregnant, and I’m going to kill you.” I pull him closer, resting his head on my chest and stroking his beard.

“That’s the plan. Tell me when you want to get married and we can do that too. You’re all mine now, Boss.” I giggle when he gropes my ass. “Let’s go get some dinner and new clothes for the site. You won’t be walking up there in heels and those tight shirts anymore. Those clothes are just for me.” Before I can argue, Everett kisses me and climbs out of bed. All I can do is roll my eyes. “Come on, Boss,” Everett yells from across the hall, and I follow his voice to the bathroom.

I can see him moving behind the foggy shower door and immediately kick my shoes off and take off my bra. I open the door to find a very wet and sexy Everett, hand out to help me in. As soon as I step in, he pulls me under the steady flow of four jets and kisses me, swiping his tongue into my mouth and growling. I let him break the kiss and he spins me around to massage shampoo into my hair. It takes one sniff before I realize it’s my shampoo from my apartment.

“How did you get into my apartment?” I close my eyes and let him rinse my hair. It’s not like I don’t live in the most upscale complex in the city.

“I told them I was the movers and the guard let me in with the emergency key.” He says it like it’s no big deal that he just lied to get my things out of my house to move me in with him after forty-eight whole hours of intimacy. “It’s a good thing I did, too. That dumbass would have let anyone in.” Once my hair is done, I snatch the sponge before he can get to it and rub it on the bar of soap that is definitely not mine. Then I hand it to him.

“I want to smell like you,” I admit, feeling my face turn red.

“I like that idea,” Everett growls near my ear and bends to his knees to start at my feet then works his way up to my legs and, finally, my stomach. He pays special attention to my breasts and my back. “Rinse so we can go get some food. I need to feed you.” Everett leans against me to turn the water off, and I nuzzle into his neck, licking the water droplets off and making him moan. In real life, I know it’s silly for me to be so attached to him, but anytime we step foot into his house, none of the real world seems to matter.