by Allie York
“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.
Chapter Seven
Everett
I park next to her car again once I’m done with my errands and walk across the dirt to where my men are staring at the trailer. I told her an hour, but it took more like three. Dex gives me a look before I ask and I go storming for it. I’m ready to tear the damn thing apart and beat the accountant’s ass. I saw his car in the lot but didn’t think much of it until I saw the look on Dex’s face
“Boss.” Dex jogs up behind me. “We have about two weeks left, including laying sod.” I nod and power toward the trailer again, only to be stopped. “That suit is in there and her dad.” I nod once and shake his arm from my shoulder. He is only trying to help, but the rage in me won’t be stopped. Being late was a mistake, no matter how productive I was. The shouting gets louder the closer I get, and I don’t bother knocking. I barge in, and the small trailer goes silent. All eyes are on me, and I smile at my woman.
“Mr. Jennings?” Lowell MacPherson narrows his eyes.
“Just checking in with the boss. I was a little late this morning.” I tip my head at Morgan. “Everything okay?” That’s when my eyes land on the weasel leaned over the desk into her face. Morgan’s cheeks are pink, and I can see her shaking from anger.
“Fine, Ev-Mr. Jennings. Thanks for checking in. Dex made sure things ran smoothly in your absence.” Her words and her face don’t match.
“Glad to hear it. We’re a week ahead of schedule, again, so whenever you want to go look over the next project, I’ll be more than happy.” The suit leaning too close to my woman rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, checking his watch.
“Thank you. I’ll find you later to go over the plans,” Morgan almost whispers, and I let my eyes dart to her phone on the desk before backing out of the trailer and letting the door slam behind me. Paul and Dex are waiting outside, but I brush past them to where some finishing touches are being put on some wiring. Dex looks like he has something to say, but keeps quiet while we finish the little details and measure for sod and landscaping.
Too long later, the weasel and Daddy Dear
est come storming out, ignoring us entirely as they walk back to pretty boy’s car and climb in. I immediately head back for the trailer, patting my findings in my back pocket, and lifting my hand to knock on the door just as the boss opens it. Her face is red and blotchy; those beautiful blue eyes bloodshot. Without even making it inside, Morgan burrows into my chest, and I wrap her up in my arms. Even in her heels, I tower over her.
“I got you, Boss,” I whisper into her hair and back us into the trailer, so no one sees us. “What happened?”
“They said the missing money isn’t an oversight, that I misappropriated funds, but I know I didn’t. They think I’m embezzling, Everett. Why would I do that? It’s my company, I picked my salary, why would I steal?” Morgan finally takes a deep, shaky breath. “Preston said he can fix it, it’ll all go away, but I’ll go to jail before I agree to those terms. I don’t care what it could mean for the company or how easily the merge would go. I don’t care.”
I pet her hair, shushing her. “I did some digging today.” I pull the papers from my back pocket. All it took was a little investigating and it was clear that the weasel and her father were up to something. “Preston and Conrad Zeller are not so squeaky clean, but Conrad is in a nursing home with dementia. Preston and your father have laundering schemes out the ass, Morgan.” She cocks her head back to look at me. “To be honest, if I had known, I wouldn’t have taken the job.” I hesitate. “That’s a lie. I would have taken in the moment I saw you. Dirty business or not, you’d have made me take it.” Morgan looks confused for a second then presses her lips softly to mine.
“What do I do, Everett?”
I pull the papers from my pocket. “Preston is fucking with your business.” I flip the papers to her. “But don’t let him know you know. Keep him on ice until we can get this project done and then bust him.”
“And Dad?” I only nod and her shoulders drop. “I can’t stay with the company. I can’t go to jail for this, but he’s my dad.”
I smile, rubbing her back.
“We’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of it, take care of you.” She opens that pretty little mouth to argue, but I cover it with mine to stop her, “Get back to work like nothing’s happening, and tonight we’ll relax and talk about it. I’ll rub your feet and take care of everything.” I kiss her again, hard, and sweep my tongue into her mouth. Morgan moans and claws at my shoulder to get closer. She rubs against the ridge of my cock and I have to push away. “I can take care of that tonight too.” Morgan blushes, smiling shyly, and I kiss the bump on her head before heading out. Walking out of the trailer is fucking hard.
“Man, I thought they were fucking with me.” Paul is right in front of me with a water bottle in hand. I cock an eyebrow at him. “You and Boss Lady serious?” I shove past him, not ready to have that conversation. “If not, you cool with me taking a stab?”
I turn on my heels, grab him by the collar, and slam him into the building. “Don’t even fucking look at her.” Dex pats my shoulder, and I loosen my grip. “She’s mine.” I shove off Paul and go back to work, trying my hardest not to let him get to me.
“Got it. Damn.” Paul brushes his shirt off, and I power toward the rest of my day.
Chapter Eight
Morgan
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, c
upping 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.
