“What do you want from me? You obviously don’t expect me to do my job, and I’m not working for you only so you can sleep with me. I think that gives me a different kind of job title, and it’s one I don’t want or deserve.”
I slam my palm onto the door.
“Don’t even fucking say that. I haven’t treated you like a damn prostitute.”
“Then what the hell else am I there for?” she asks angrily.
“You’re letting me in, so we can talk about this. I shouldn’t have snapped at you but I apologized.”
“Let it go, Everett.”
“Here’s a newsflash, fancy face. I’m sure I’m going to screw up worse than that, and you’re going to have to learn to be more forgiving since I’m not letting you push me away.”
She only seems sadder as she opens her door, and this has to be about something bigger. I tread down the hall behind her.
Her hair is up and messy, and she’s in a stretchy, pink tank top that ends at her waist. Grey sweatpants are rolled and sitting low on her curvy hips.
I can’t take it. As soon as she reaches her living room, I take her arm and spin her around before pulling her snug against me.
“Everett.”
“Stop being difficult. I’m sorry I got angry today. Talking about that year is painful for me, so I didn’t think. I only reacted. I’m going to have to discuss it, and I realize that now.”
Her eyes are filling with tears.
“Reese, tell me what the fuck is happenin’ here, and I’ll fix it.”
“You can’t fix it. I saw your pain. I know you were thinking about her, and …”
I cup her face and search her eyes.
“Please, Reese, tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I was jealous, OK? And I hate that I felt that way, and I hate myself for feeling that when all you’re doing is grieving over someone you love and miss, and I barely even know you.”
A tear falls to her cheek, so I brush it away.
We’re supposed to be having sex, that’s it, yet it’s killing me to see her hurting. How do I fucking care for her already? Taking her hand, I pull her over to the couch. “Sit.”
“I know I’m acting like a clingy, psychotic girlfriend when I only met you four days ago. I don’t need you to spell it out for me, and it’s why I didn’t want you coming in. I had it under control until you pushed and pushed—”
I crash my lips to hers and lay her over onto her back, trying to shut her up. Every needy part of her lets me in. My tongue feeds Reese’s hungry mouth with burning passion, while my straining cock shoves between her wide open legs.
Hips thrust against my dick, fueling this unrelenting desire to explore the curvaceous body underneath me.
“Everett,” she says with a whimper.
“Reese, you’re all I could think about today, only you, so let me have you right now.” I plant kisses up her neck while my fingers play with her hardened nipple through her top.
She begins tugging on my shirt, so I’m up on my knees in an instant, stripping it off. The clear shot of her flushed skin and bare stomach leaves my mouth watering, dying to have a taste.
I pull off her sweats, revealing pink satin that matches her tank. “The top has to go, beautiful.”
Smiling, she leans up and pulls it over her head, so as quickly as possible, I’m removing my boots and jeans. I fall back onto the couch, my legs still trapped in my pants.
She’s giggling, which gets me chuckling, and I haven’t felt this happy in a long damn time. After rolling to her side and tucking her knees up to give me more room, I get a glimpse of her bare ass.
“You’re wearing a thong.”
Eyes full of anticipation stare back at me as her laughing ceases. Her chest is rising and falling sharply, mouth parted, and after I’m naked, I sit and stare.
Nervously, she moves wisps of blonde hair from her pink skin and wets her swollen, ruby lips.
“I’m going to get you so flustered and excited that every inch of your body is going to be the color of those red lips.” She begins to roll to her back, but I reach out and place my hand on her hip. “On your stomach.”
Surprise flickers in her eyes, but she does it, resting her cheek on the back of her hands. Dropping to my knees, I start at her ankle and twirl my tongue along it as my hand gently glides up her silky leg. She shudders, skin pebbling beneath my fingers.
Moving to her calf and the back of her knee, my mouth continues along the path, fingers skimming up her back. She attempts to pull her leg away, but I hold it still, keying her up with my tongue. Arching, she pushes her butt into the air.
“I’m saving your ass for last, so you can put it down.”
Reese gasps. “I wasn’t offering it up.” She sounds aggravated, but her body is sending a different message. Toes curl and chest heaves, begging for air as her polished skin turns to grains of coarse sand under my fingertips.
My hand slides up the back of her thigh as I move close to her ear. “Relax, Reese. Don’t fight this.” Leaning over, I run kisses along her shoulder and down the side of her back.
“But it’s torturous. Will you … touch me?”
Reese
Everett is off the floor and over me in a split second, wedging a knee between mine and the back of the couch. He begins to slowly massage my ass, and every bit of heat and pleasure surges to the area.
Clenching my muscles, I can feel the dampness on the shred of fabric between my legs. Warm, large hands mold to my cheeks, fingers delicately caressing, rubbing, and leaving me begging for more as I shamelessly push my ass up toward him.
“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me. Letting me touch you … wanting more of it.” Everett’s finger barely grazes down my crack until it’s slipping inside the material.
“Christ, my fingers wet, and it’s not even inside you.” He slides his finger up my crack and down again, circling and teasing.
His other hand is sailing up my back and gripping my hair, and I’m going to come from only his erotic touch. Fingers tantalizingly push into me and begin to explore, generating a build-up of overwhelming pleasure.
In … out, a steady motion that has me at the cusp, moaning wildly and rocking back against his hand.
“Give me an orgasm, Reese. Come around my fingers. You’re so close, and I want to see and feel all of it.” His free hand trails down my back and over my ass, words and sensations tipping me over the edge.
“Everett.” The ravishing pleasure, shaking and thundering in my core, has me crying out his name. He doesn’t stop until I’m spent.
“I’m fucking you, Reese. I can’t wait.”
As he repositions and braces his foot on the floor, I have enough time to rise up on all fours. His arm encircles me, hand splaying across my stomach before his stiff cock begins to enter me.
The low growl from his chest stirs like a dust bowl, growing with each meager distance. It’s as if he’s transcribing the sensation to memory as he enters gradually, dominating his own desire to rush.
My moan sings with his growl until he’s as deep as he can go. He slides it back just as slowly, and it’s driving me nuts. “Please, Everett, go faster.”
“Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart. I’m trying to hold back.”
“I don’t want you to.”
His hands palm my ass, fingertips digging in hard before he’s using it as leverage to pound into me. Every thrust resonates the primal, sexual craving he’s lost in, and I greet it, feeling more desired than I ever have in my life.
Another orgasm frees itself, leaving me dizzy and weak. My arms quake, and Everett lets go after one last thrust. His fingers are imbedded in my cheeks, still clinging for dear life as he groans loudly.
As soon as he calms, I fall to my chest and suck in air, but I’m only there seconds before Everett’s scooping me up.
“What are we doing?”
“I’m taking you to bed. I can’t hold you the way I’d like on the couch.”
Where did the wild animal go? I have him drop me to the floor, so I can go into the restroom. When I return, he’s barely covered with a sheet, and I can’t help but admire the chiseled, masculine specimen in my bed.
“Well, look at you making yourself at home.” Everett gives me a boyish grin as he messes with his hair. “Aww, look at you turning red. I don’t mind that you got comfortable. It’s giving me an excellent visual.”
As soon as I’m within reach, he pulls me down onto him and kisses my lips delicately. A hand glides along my fallen hair over and over, showing me tender affection.
“I got a little carried away. I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t hurt me.”
“I bet your ass cheeks think differently,” he says with a chuckle.
“Bruises will heal. You weren’t trying to injure me.”
The back of his hand skims down my cheek, and that sweet gesture combined with the sudden melancholy look in his eyes makes me anxious. I glance away as the memory of the pain he displayed in his office encroaches my mind.
His thumb presses into the cleft of my chin to turn it toward him. “Please don’t look away. I want to tell you something.”
“OK.”
“When you were in my office today, asking about the files, I wasn’t thinking about her.”
“Everett, you don’t have to say that. I saw it all over your face.”
“No, you didn’t, and are you capable of listening?”
“Sorry.”
“I was remembering how useless I was to Casteel for months. I feel guilty about it to this day, but I didn’t think of her.”
“You weren’t granted a divorce, so I know you love her and miss her, and I shouldn’t have let it get to me. We’re having fun and that’s that.”
I lightly smack his chest and drop down to his side, scooting my body against him. This conversation isn’t necessary, so we need to end it. Everett kisses the top of my head.
“Tell me what made you this strong and independent,” he says as his fingers graze down my arm. I notice the tent over his erection rising, and it has my body heating again.
“My dad was hard-working, and even though my mother stayed home to raise us, she worked hard, too, but I always wondered what she would have done if she didn’t have my dad’s income.
“I decided at a young age that even if I ever had kids and stayed home with them, I’d be able to support myself if the need arose. I’m not sure why, but I obsessed over it until my parents were financially set.”
“Do you ever get help from anyone?”
“Nope.”
“Let me guess. You used to split rent with your ex.”
“Um, yeah, but I see nothing wrong with that. He wasn’t put on this earth to support me.”
“Why didn’t you combine your money?”
“Why are we even discussing this?”
Everett swiftly rolls me to my back and is on top of me. His erection is probing against my leg, lengthening as he studies me.
“You don’t trust easily, and I don’t think your mother not working is the reason why. We need to know each other better, and I need your trust in order for us to share the sexual experiences I have in mind.”
“What the hell do you want to do to me? You’re not walking me around by a collar.”
Everett chuckles hard, his superb, iron body bouncing against me.
“Where in the hell did that idea come from? Hmm … maybe you will teach me a thing or two.”
Chapter Eleven
Everett
After a second round of sex with Reese, I reluctantly went home last night. She didn’t ask me to stay or I would’ve. I believe she was tuckered out, and I think she’s trying not to get too close.
I don’t like it. If she’s only going to be in my life for two months, then there isn’t time for her to hold back. We’re making the most of this.
Glancing at the clock, I notice she should be here by now, so I go into her office and shut the door. She tilts her head and gives me a look.
“Again? You think I don’t listen, but obviously you didn’t regard what I said yesterday.”
“Oh, I heard, but I’m not staying away from you here,” I say.
She brings her eyebrows together, the crease deepening across her forehead.
“It was condition two, and you don’t see me begging you to touch me.”
“Yet, fancy face.”
A smile breaks through, showcasing her sparkling whites. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re irresistible, so I’m getting a damn kiss.” I reach behind me and lock the door like I did yesterday.
“We have to be quieter in here, Everett. We already know you can hear through these walls.”
An unpleasant feeling churns in my gut. It’s regret. I wish more than anything that Reese hadn’t overheard my conversation with Sarge.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Um, nothing. Go to lunch with me.”
“Won’t the guys wonder why we’re going?”
“I don’t give a flying fuck what any of them think about it.”
“But I do. Remember?” She stands, and those eyebrows of hers are about to reach the peak of her forehead as her fists rest against her hips. Why in the hell did I agree to condition two?
“Look, apparently you worked at stuffier establishments than this. We’re a family business, and everyone is laid back here. You’re paranoid. No one would think less of you because we like each other.”
“I’m finishing my first fucking week here, and you think they’re not going to think differently of me?”
Charging right at her, I pull her into my arms and take hold of her chin firmly. “You need to lower your own damn voice, and we’re about to wrestle if you don’t chill.”
She exhales a frustrated breath as she leans her head back and stares at the ceiling. Her smooth throat calls to me like the wind when I’m riding.
There’s never a destination far enough to get my fill of the open road, and I have an uneasy yet thrilling sense that I won’t get my fill of Reese, either.
She’s layers of mystery that I need time to unfold, and her feistiness gets my blood coursing and dick throbbing, leaving me desperate for a release.
Sliding my hands into the back of her hair, I hold her still and start at the hollow of her neck. The tip of my tongue embarks on its journey upward, making small circles.
She swallows hard beneath it, and knowing she’s excited has my cock aching against my zipper. Her hands slip under the front of my black t-shirt, blasting me with heat as my tongue skates its way up. I circle her ear before the tip barely skims along the skin behind it.
“What you do to me, I can’t explain it. I have to show you. Let me fucking show you, Reese, and stop being so damn difficult.”
Fingers follow the ripples of my abs like she’s reading goddamn braille, and I’m about to spread her wide on this desk and pleasure her until she can’t even cry out my name because she’ll hardly be able to breath.
“Son of a bitch,” I say before I let her go and storm to the door. Pointing back at her, I see that she’s panting, her eyes barely open, skin pink and blotchy. Dammit.
“You and me tonight, and I’m getting a taste this time.” I can’t help but scowl as I readjust my raging hard-on in my jeans. I’m impossible. Bullshit. Working with her is what’s damn near impossible.
Reese
My breathing is labored and pulse racing as I grab hold of the back of my chair. Damn him for getting me this worked up and leaving.
I fall into my seat and take a few drinks of my water. Kyle walks in with a smirk on his face. I knew this was going to happen.
“You alright? You’re a little flushed.”
“I’m fine. What do you need?”
“I’m curious if you went over the receivable reports you asked for. Can I put some heat on those past a hundred and twenty days?”
I smile at him. “The real reaso
n you like receivables is becoming clearer to me.”
“I ain’t gonna lie; I enjoy breaking bad on their asses.”
“Sure, but there’s a line there. We want to keep their business.”
“I work arrangements out with most of them, when they’re having a hard time, but some of these need an ear full,” he says, holding up his copy of the report.
His eyes begin darting everywhere.
“Um, can I ask you something?” He’s nervous, and I’m praying this isn’t about Everett.
“Of course,” I reply.
“When I was leaving for lunch yesterday, I couldn’t help but notice a woman up front who looked a lot like you. Is she your sister?”
“Yes, Becca. She’s twenty-two.”
Kyle glances down at the papers he’s holding.
“Um, is she single?”
“Yes, but you might have to fight Travis for her.” His hope wanes, and I feel kind of bad. “I’m kidding. They were only chatting, but I haven’t talked to her to see if he took her number or anything.”
“Oh, OK.” His head and shoulders are slouched over as he turns to leave. Geez, the men in this place are high maintenance.
“Listen, I’ll feel out the water for you.”
Taking a glimpse over his shoulder, he smiles at me bashfully. “I didn’t mean to cross the line asking about her, but thank you.”
“We’re good, Kyle.”
***
I’m tidying up my desk, thinking about the interviews I lined up for Monday. We’re in dire need for another person, so I talked Sarge into letting me have a staffing agency send people over.
I’ve never conducted an interview, but I’m looking forward to gaining the experience. My stomach is queasy, and I’m jittery, aware that Everett will be marching in here at any moment, making demands. He can forget it. I’m regaining control and putting some distance between us. No man has ever affected me to this magnitude.
Each time he shuts my door and leans against it, his flexed arms behind him, fingers on the lock, I feel the instant ache at the apex of my thighs.
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