by Allie York
“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.
Chapter Nine
Everett
The hostess seats us at my favorite restaurant, near the back in a private round booth, and I let her sit before I slide around next to her. It takes a lot to get me out of my jeans and t-shirts, but dinner with Morgan can do it, and the way she’s looking at me makes it worth it.
“You clean up nice, Mr. Jennings.” Morgan’s toe rubs up and down my calf under the table, and despite fucking her as soon as we left work, my cock jumps to attention again. It’s been an amazing few weeks to say the least. Morgan stays with me, watches me work, and for the first time in months, looks happy.
“Keep it up and I’ll have my hands under your skirt at this table, Boss.” God, I’d love to finger her at the table, watch her come apart in my hands and try to keep quiet about it. Then I’d lick my fingers clean and eat my dinner. Her foot freezes and the blush moves up her neck to her cheeks. “It’s so fucking sexy when you blush.”
“Do you say that to all your dates?” Morgan throws back at me, trying to make me pay for my threat.
“Only you. I thought we established that. You really want your ass smacked tonight, don’t you?” There is no way we are going to make it through dinner with her sassy mouth and her foot rubbing my leg. “We can leave now, and I can fuck you in the truck.” I scoot closer and run my hand up her thigh, to the hem of her skirt.
“Everett.” She tries to sound serious, but she almost moans my name and I nearly come in my pants at dinner. “First time we go on a proper date, and you’re going to act like an animal.” I ease my hand up further, toying with the edges of her lace panties. Damn right I’m an animal. Morgan can barely order her dinner through my teasing, but she loves it, even if she’d never admit it. I turn to watch her face after the waiter leaves and push her panties over to rub her clit. She bites back a whimper and I laugh.
“I warned you, Boss.” I lean in and kiss her, dragging her plump bottom lip between my teeth. “I can’t keep my hands off you. You smell and taste like heaven. This is all I’ve wanted for months and now I have it.” I pick up my pace, rubbing her clit harder. Morgan whimpers, and I shush her.
“Oh, God, Everett,” Morgan whispers, digging her nails into my thigh. “You need to stop.” Her eyes close and she leans into my shoulder as I scan the room. No one is paying any attention to us, so I keep going, pressing my thumb into her clit and sliding two fingers into her soaked pussy. In a matter of seconds, she clamps down on my fingers and bites her lip, completely falling apart. As soon as Morgan lets out a breath and her legs start trembling, I slide my fingers out from between her legs and bring them to my mouth.
Morgan’s blue eyes go wide, and I lick my fingers clean. “I warned you.” I take a drink of my water and, as soon as I set the glass down, she kisses me, hard and fierce. I run my hands into her loose hair and swipe my tongue into her mouth, hoping she can taste herself on me. Now if I could just get her to tell her daddy to get lost and keep her home with me. It’s been weeks, but I can’t get her to quit the damn job.
“Am I interrupting?” Someone knocks on our table, breaking the kiss. Morgan looks mortified, and I turn to see the fucking weasel in a suit standing right in front of us. I finally drag my woman out in public and this doucebag interrupts our date.
“Preston.” Morgan wipes her mouth with her napkin, putting it politely back in her lap, “What are you doing here?” She starts to stand, but I put a firm hand on her thigh. If my woman even shakes his hand, I’ll rip his arm off.
Instead of answering her, the jackass looks at me. “Does Daddy know you’re whoring it with the help?” He laughs. “Well, of course he doesn’t. Lowell would have you cut out of the will and frozen your assets.” Preston puts his hands on the table, leaning over to stare her down. “Not agreeing to our merger is a big mistake, Morgan. I’m going to own you and your father over this. You two have a good night.” He pushes away from the table and struts off. I don’t give a fuck if we’re in the city’s nicest restaurant, and I don’t care if he runs and tells Daddy McPherson, I’m gonna beat his scrawny ass for calling my woman a whore.
“I’ll be back.” Morgan tries to grab for me, but I’m too fast. I follow the weaselly little prick toward the bathroom with Morgan trailing behind me hissing my name, begging me to stop. Preston’s eyes go wide when he realizes I’ve chased him down and he slips into the bathroom trying to avoid me. Nice try, motherfucker. I stop the door and shove him out of the way to get in, then lock the door behind us.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he squeaks as I power toward him. This motherfucker should die for what he said to Morgan. Let her shit excuse for a father freeze her assets; she doesn’t need them.
I don’t answer and don’t hesitate. I just grab him by the front of his shirt and slam my fist into his jaw. The satisfying crack of knuckles on face echoes around the empty bathroom and Preston slumps to the floor, sliding down the stall door. “You come near my woman again and I’ll build a skyscraper on top of your shallow grave.” I kick him in the ribs for good measure and revel in the grunt he makes as the wind leaves his body. Teach him to threaten what’s mine.
I leave the douchebag on the bathroom floor and unlock the door to find Morgan beating on it. “What did you do?”
“Took care of some business.” I take her hand and pull her after me to the table, drop some bills on it, and pull her behind me to the truck.
She digs her heels in as soon as we get outside. “What did you do, Everett?” As hot as she is when she gets mad, I can’t handle being questioned right now. I want to get Morgan home and wrap myself in her.
“I let him know to stay away from you. Now, let’s go home and go to bed.” Instead of walking, Morgan grips my hand harder. “Now, Boss.”
“I can’t believe you hit him!” She tries to pull me back in the restaurant, but there is no way her tiny ass can pull me anywhere. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? It’s bad enough that he caught us in public!”
“Caught us?” I rub my brow, trying not to make a scene. “I’m not asking again, Morgan. Put your pretty little ass in my truck so we can go home and we can talk about this.” Before she can yell at me again, her phone rings and she pulls it from her purse. I throw my head back and groan. I’m about over shit tonight. All I want is a real date with my woman.
“Hello?” Morgan jerks her hand from mine. “Yes, Sir. No, I’m busy.” Morgan won’t even look at me. “Of course. I’ll be right there.” Morgan hangs up the phone and glares up at me. “Dad needs me in his office. Now. I need to find the missing money and not be out playing girlfriend to a man who can’t hold his temper. I can’t believe I let you distract me like this. Bye, Everett.” With that verbal punch to the gut, Morgan rushes off the sidewalk to hail a cab.
“Playing?” I roar at her.
“Yes! Playing. Do you even know what this means? You are going to jail for assault and I need to act like a responsible business owner or I’ll be in the next cell for embezzlement. Let’s call this whole thing temporary insanity and cut our losses.” She wipes a tear from her eye, and I take a step toward her, ready to snatch her ass up. She holds a hand up to stop me, and I freeze in my tracks. “I’m sorry, Everett.” I watch stupidly as Morgan climbs in the car and pulls off into the dark.
I let the taxi get to the corner before I jump in the truck and peel out after them. Morgan can run, but she can’t hide. I gathered my information and was prepared to wait for the perfect moment to get her out o
f the company and away from her piece of shit dad, but his minion forced my hand. Now I have to chase my woman because she’s obviously lost her damn mind.
Chapter Ten
Morgan
The tears start as soon as I sit in the cab and are full sobs by the time we turn the corner. It’s so stupid of me, but Everett was my dream man, he was the one I thought about constantly. Standing outside the bathroom door and hearing him beat Preston was so satisfying, but Dad’s voice on the phone sobered me. I don’t have the luxury of messing around with Everett. I have to do what’s best for the company, and it’s not like he loved me anyway. The time we spent at his house couldn’t be real life. I fell in love the second I saw him, but it was all a pipe dream. We both had responsibilities that didn’t involve each other. So, I wasted three weeks falling in love for nothing.
I pay the driver outside McPherson towers and look around before making my way in the glass doors and to the elevator. Dad is one of those men with a complex, so he put his office on the top floor. I press the twenty and fix my clothes and makeup in the glass doors. I pull a tie from my purse and twist my hair up into a tight knot, preparing to apologize to my father and move on with my career. I’d never marry Preston, but anything else Dad asked for I’d have to do. It’s my job, for the good of my company.
I push the thoughts of my crazy time with Everett out of my mind. I’d stop going to the site and just let it run itself. Everett and I could work together via email. I hear my father in my head, insisting I come straight to his office to deal with the missing money. He didn’t sound like Preston had spoken to him, but it’s only a matter of time. Then Everett would be in jail for assaulting Preston and I’d have to deal with the repercussions of losing focus for a little while.
The bell dings, and I step off face to face with a uniformed officer. “Morgan McPherson? You’re under arrest for embezzlement and grand larceny.” Before I can react, I’m turned and cuffed, face against the wall. What have I done?
“Dad!” I yell, barely able to see him standing silently behind the officers. “What is happening?” One officer is reading me my rights, but I completely ignore it. “Dad!”
Once they spin me around, the reality sets in, Preston called Dad and they are pinning it all on me as payback. The satisfied smile on my father’s face is completely cold. I give up, not trying to fight the cuffs, and let them lead me into the elevator. There is no way to prove I didn’t do it, so I just keep my mouth shut. Before the elevator door closes, Dad sticks his hand in and stops it, smiling. If I know my Dad, and I do, I won’t even have the money for an attorney. At least Everett and I will be in jail together.
“This is what happens, Morgan, when you cross men like me. I hope you learn your lesson.” The door closes, and Dad shakes his head, pretending to look disappointed. I’m not afraid of going to jail or losing my money. All I feel is the guilt of leaving Everett standing on the sidewalk after saying horrible things to him. I choke back a sob as the realization sets in. I fell in love with Everett Jennings months ago, and he is far more important than the company. But it’s too late. I screwed up, and there is not a damn thing I can do about it. Everett will hate me forever for what I’ve done.
Outside, I get shoved into the back of a cruiser and the door slams behind me, making me flinch. The next few hours are just a blur. I get fingerprinted, my statement is taken, and I’m offered a phone call that I decline. I have no one to call anyway. Instead, I sit in a cell with another woman, handcuffed to a bench with my head leaned back against the cinder-block wall with the promise of a court-appointed attorney. It doesn’t matter if I’m innocent. The clock ticks, people come in and pass me. A few men who pass in handcuffs make cat calls, but I just ignore them. I’m going to prison for white-collar crimes that I didn’t commit and the man I love thinks I hate him. I don’t even bother trying to make bail, because I’d rather sleep in a jail cell than be free knowing Everett hates me.
I must doze off, because the sound of a metal door slamming wakes me up with a jerk. “McPherson?” The officer comes to unhook me when I look at him. “Come with me.” I do as I’m told and follow him silently, ready to meet my fate. I’m led to a desk and handed my purse and phone. I stare at my belongings and look up at the officer. “You’re free to go.” He nods at the door where Everett is standing, giant arms crossed over his chest.
I don’t even think, I just run and let him catch me when I throw myself in his arms. “Am I always going to have to get you out of trouble, Boss?”
I nod into the bend of his neck and my feet come off the ground, tears in my eyes. “Probably. What are you doing here? How did you know?”
“I told you I found out what your dad and Preston were up to. My attorney is on it. I posted your bail, but I doubt we will even go to court after the evidence we found.”
I grab his face in my hands and kiss him. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. That call, he set me up, and I got scared. And I’m so sorry—” Everett cuts me off with a kiss.
“It’s okay. Let’s get home and get you to bed. I’m sure my little jail bird is ready for a warm bed and a foot rub.” I can’t respond, so I just kiss him again. “I love you, Morgan, but if you run from me again, I will redden that ass. You know damn well this is not a game to me.”
I squirm enough for him to put me down and stare up at those sexy hazel eyes. “You love me?”
“Yes, Boss. Now let’s go home.”
Epilogue
Everett
I groan and throw my head back to look at the high ceiling in the living room. She should know by now that I don’t give a fuck how important her work is. I didn’t get her to quit going to the sites so she could tell me to wait.
“Morgan Jennings, I swear if you don’t get that sweet ass over here right now, I’m gonna spank you,” I growl, staring at the back of her head. We only have a limited amount of time before Duke wakes up from his nap. “Morgan,” I snap.
“Fine,” she sighs and shuts the laptop. Her new little baby bump is showing through the tight shirt and her tits are spilling out of the top.
“Hair, Boss.” I watch her pull the tie out of her hair to let it fall in waves around her shoulders. “Don’t act like you weren’t waiting for me to come home.” When she gets close enough, I pull her into my lap and kiss up her neck.
“I may have missed you.” My wife grabs my face and kisses me roughly.
“Prove it.” I rest my hand on her growing stomach for a second, then move to grab her tits. Morgan drops to her knees in front of me and slowly unzips my jeans. My cock springs free as soon as she peels my boxers back. Morgan doesn’t waste a second before she licks from base to tip then sucks it in all the way to the back of her throat. “Fuck, Morgan.” She works my cock like a pro, determined to suck me dry until I can’t take it anymore. I use her hair to pull her off my dick and she whines.
“Everett,” she snaps at me like she’s in charge and I help her of the floor.
“Grab the couch, Boss.” I drop my jeans, kicking them to the side. “I don’t care how pregnant you are, I’d rather cum inside you.” Morgan slowly turns, giving me a glare over her shoulder, and I pull her long skirt up to her waist. “No panties?”
“No.” Morgan wiggles her ass a little.
“Good girl, now hang on.” I nudge her knees apart and line my cock up with her tight pussy. Her red nails dig into the back of the couch when she grips it and I slam into her. She moans loud enough to echo through the living room and I groan. Her pussy is exactly what I need after a long day, and our son picks the perfect time to nap. I fuck her gently at first, but Morgan isn’t satisfied.
“Harder,” she begs, pressing into me with each stroke. I give her what she wants, grabbing her hips hard enough to bruise her and fucking her like she’s being punished. “More.” I worry about my daughter she’s carrying, but Duke came out fine and I fucked her even harder when she was carrying him.
I reach around to rub her cli
t, knowing if she doesn’t get off soon, I’m not going to be able to hold back any longer. With her pussy strangling my cock and her begging for more, Morgan wants to be the death of me. I barely stroke her clit with my thumb and she throws her head back, shouting my name. Her pussy convulsing around my cock has me shooting off inside her. I grab her hips to stay up when I see stars and my knees get weak. Every time we have sex is better than the last.
I catch my breath and we both collapse on the couch, her draped over me. Morgan kisses my neck and chin, curling into my lap. “I didn’t even get foreplay today,” she teases, nuzzling into me.
“You weren’t wearing any panties; you didn’t need foreplay.” I lean down and kiss her back, cupping her huge tit in my hand before she slaps it away. “I love when you’re pregnant.”
Morgan puts my hand on her growing stomach and rests hers on top. “I love being pregnant. I could do it forever.” My hand takes up most of her stomach. “I like getting pregnant too.” She looks up at me with those big blue eyes, and I have to smile.
“Good, I’ll keep you pregnant forever, Boss,” I promise, rubbing my daughter growing inside my gorgeous wife.
“Wanna practice again, Mr. Jennings?” She straddles my hips again, rubbing against my cock, making me hard all over again. I also love how insatiable she is when she’s pregnant.
Before I can answer, our son wails from his room down the hall. We both groan, and she climbs off me. “Later,” I promise, kissing her hand before she walks down the hall to get our boy. I pull my jeans back on once she’s gone, willing the beast back in my pants.
A second later, the most amazing sight comes back toward me. Morgan in her long skirt, hair loose around her shoulders, and my little boy on her hip. The light hits their hair at the same time, reflecting the red in both. A few months shy of my daughter entering the world and I have everything I ever wanted. A house full of little red-headed kids, my sexy wife, and a booming business to take care of all of them.