by Allie York
“Those men are hard workers and very polite. I have new blueprints to look at; just call if Preston finds something.” Dad is a formidable man. He takes care of himself and is handsome for his age. He’ll never be as big or handsome as Everett, but I can see what my mother saw. It’s a true shame that he is such a deplorable person.
“Speaking of Preston. I’m going to need you to let him know you’re ready to take him up on his offer. A man that successful won’t hold out for long, and we need that merger, Morgan.” The papers are snatched from my hand and Dad storms out, slamming the door. There is no way in hell I would marry Preston Zeller. I don’t care how rich, powerful, or whatever the guy claims to be. I don’t care what it could mean for the company. According to my father, it means a lot for our two companies, but I refuse to give up that part of myself for anything other than love. Preston is a disgusting pig, and my father knows it. I’ve given up so much for the McPherson name, but I won’t marry for it. I glance back out at Everett working before sitting down. I’ll die single before I let him have that part of me.
I pull up my laptop and go over the blueprints for the next site, trying my hardest to ignore the man working outside. The man I have been secretly in love with for months is outside, working his ass off within my line of sight, and I’m stuck looking at blueprints. If only my life could be like it was this morning. If only men like him could be with women like me. Everett Jennings probably views me as a silly little trust fund, not the kind of woman worthy of loving a man who takes such pride in everything he does. I could, though; I could love him and appreciate everything Everett has to offer. His cabin in the woods is like a dream home with the huge yard and pool outside. It has to have at least five bedrooms, all empty, begging to be filled with kids and love and family. I may not understand his work, but I know what it’s like to work your ass off for what you want. If only Everett knew that.
Evening closes in, my work is done, and I’m sitting in my chair waiting. Everett always comes and tells me he’s leaving before going to sit in his truck to wait for me, but today I couldn’t concentrate, so I gave up and just stared out the window after completing the blueprints. The door finally opens, and Everett comes in, letting it close behind him.
Instead of telling me goodbye, he says something entirely different. “How’s the head?” Everett moves around the desk, spinning my chair so I’m facing him, and crouches in front of me.
“I feel pretty awful, honestly,” I lean back when Everett pulls my shoe off and starts rubbing my ankle. I’m a little achy from the attack, but feeling awful has nothing to do with my attack and everything to do with the man touching me. Everett Jennings will be the death of me.
“Why don’t we get something for dinner? We can take it home and eat on the porch you like so much,” His hand slides up to my knee and my breath catches. “Your skin is so fucking soft.”
“Everett, I’m really fine now. You don’t have to do this,” As bad as I want him to bend me over the desk and fuck me senseless, I’m not stupid. I’m his boss and it would be totally unprofessional. Hot, but unprofessional. “Thank you for taking care of me last night and this morning, but you don’t have to worry about me.” His thumb stops making circles on my inner knee.
“Morgan, I tried. This morning and all damn day, I tried to pretend I couldn’t be the kind of man a woman like you would want or need, but I’m selfish. I want you in my house, in my bed, and I want every other motherfucker on the planet to know you belong to me.” My mouth opens and closes about a million times. Everett. Big, sexy Everett wants me? “Do you understand?”
“No.” The word comes out like a breath and his hand slides further up my thigh. Everett found a thread to pull, and I am slowly unraveling in his hand.
“When we leave here, you are going to climb your sexy ass up in my truck and I’m taking you home with me.” His hazel eyes catch mine, and I swear he can see straight through me. He can see how bad I want to bend to every word he says. I feel my panties go damp from the heated look and the demand in his tone. “In the morning, when we have to be back here to work, you’ll be getting out of my truck and walking that fine ass back in here, but in the morning, I’ll be telling every man on this site that you are mine. Boss Lady belongs to me. They don’t look and they definitely don’t touch.” The man is completely serious. I am so lost in what he’s saying that I don’t notice him easing my skirt to my hips
“Everett.” He only smiles and lowers his head to kiss up my thigh to my sex. “Everett.” I try to sound more serious, but I only sound breathless. His rough hands grab my hips, and I’m pulled forward as he wedges his big body between my knees. I grip the edges of my armrests, trying to control my breathing.
His finger traces my slit through my panties. “I just want a taste for now, the rest can come later.” I watch in complete shock as he moves my black lace panties to the side and smirks. His tongue starts at my knee and he drags it all the way up, teasing me. I gasp when he flattens his tongue against me and licks me slowly from bottom to top. I watch, knowing it is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. “You taste like heaven.”
Everett’s mouth locks on to me, sucking and licking me like I’m his last meal, and I give up on trying to watch. My head falls back, and I grab the back of his head, making sure his mouth doesn’t leave me. I feel my orgasm building deep down, and it picks up speed quickly, barreling toward me. Everett grabs my thighs, forcing them open, and I’m hit with a tidal wave of blinding pleasure. I tug his hair, moaning and shaking while he laps at me, digging into my thighs until they start trembling. Once I float back from oblivion, I crack an eye open to see Everett looking pretty damn accomplished.
He fixes my panties and stands, offering his hand to me. “Let’s get you fed, beautiful. Then I’m going to unwrap the rest of you.” Once I’m standing, I fix my skirt and step in my shoes.
I’m slightly embarrassed and very flushed when he tries to pull me from the trailer. “Everett, wait.” He freezes, reaching to take my bag from me, and throws it over his shoulder. One hand takes mine, and I’m being pulled again. “What the hell is happening?” I feel like it’s a legitimate question considering that I just had an insanely powerful orgasm in my office by a man I’ve been lusting over but never so much as kissed.
Everett steps into me, sliding a hand around my waist and pulling me flush to him. His lips are a breath from mine, and the length of his erection pressing into my hip lets me know exactly what I’m doing to him. “What’s happening is I’m done waiting for you. Since the day I signed the deal with you in that office I wanted you. I told you I’m a selfish bastard, Morgan. I’m done waiting.”
“Were you planning on asking me about any of this?” I’m his boss, and while I’m very satisfied with the lines getting blurred, I don’t want him to know I’d give in so easily. No other man could have me agreeing like Everett does, but he doesn’t need to know that, either. I’ve always been labeled a bitch for not bending to anyone’s will.
“No, Boss. I don’t ask. Now let’s go.” Conversation over. He pulls me from the trailer and scoops me up to carry me across the uneven ground. Once we get to the lot, he sets me down, takes my hand, and leads me to the truck like I might decide to run away. I know it should scare me, or at least make me uneasy, but I’m giddy. I have wanted him for months, every rugged, sexy, masculine inch of him, and I finally get all of it. A thrill runs through me when I think of how angry my father will be when he finds out that I passed on Preston Zeller for a ride with Everett Jennings.
Chapter Five
Everett
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 st
op 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.
Chapter Six
Morgan
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 be
tween 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.
