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“I went to the office this morning, you weren’t there.”

“Everett, you are not my keeper, you are not my boss. But for the record, I had a horrible headache and I needed to get out of the office. Is that good enough, or does it have to be something more sinister, more intense?”

“It doesn’t make sense.”

“What doesn’t?” I’ve had more than enough of people’s crap today. I charge past him and into the kitchen, grabbing two cups and turning on the coffee machine.

“I was told you were meeting someone, only you never said who.”

I frown and bite back my anger. There’s someone much more deserving of my anger right now. “And who might have told you that? Margie, by any chance?”

“Yeah.”

Pressing start on the machine, I turn to Everett, who’s sitting down on a stool at the breakfast bar. “I had a migraine, so I made the decision to come home. I told Margie I had a headache, but Terry called, questioning me too. Honestly, Ev, I’m sick of everyone’s fucking questions.” I pour coffee into the cups and hand one to Everett. “I can understand him questioning me, he’s my boss and I left work early, but have I ever lied to you?”

We stare at each other intently for a beat too long. My chest rises and falls with every ragged breath I take.

Everett hangs his head and I hope it’s in shame for doubting me. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you should be.” Lifting my cup to my lips, I take a small sip before putting it down and going back to the bedroom to brush my hair. I drag the brush through the knots and pluck a hair tie from the dressing table before gathering my hair into a messy bun.

Ev steps in front of me when I come back to the kitchen and places his hands on my hips. “Have I ever told you that you’re fucking sexy when you’re angry?” His hands run up and down my sides as he tugs me closer.

“No, but don’t let me stop you.” The corners of my lips tug into a smirk.

“You are sexy as fuck when you’re angry,” he says, then presses his lips to mine. Whenever Everett is in my space, I just can’t resist him. His tongue plunges into my mouth and he kisses me harder.

I press closer to him until my braless breasts are rubbing against his chest, the friction against my nipples turning me on even more. I slide my hands up his broad chest and push his jacket over his shoulders.

Everett shrugs out of it, freeing his arms from the sleeves, and I start unbuttoning his shirt. Once I have it open, I run my hands over his tanned and toned body. He pulls back, only to bend and place his hands beneath my ass, lifting me up and ordering me to wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me into the bedroom, kissing me along the way, his tongue plunging in and out of my mouth.

“Oh god, Ev,” I gasp breathlessly.

“You can call me God if you like,” he says with a wink. I narrow my eyes at him as he drops me on the bed. He tugs at the waistband of my yoga pants and pulls them down my legs. “You won’t be needing these.” He tosses them to the floor, gripping my legs behind my knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He strips his shirt from his body and throws that too. He unfastens the button of his pants and slowly drags the zipper down. My eyes are fixed on the sculpted V of his groin.

Dropping down onto his knees, he parts my legs licks me from back to front, teasing my clit with his tongue until his lips latch around it and he sucks hard. Shockwaves tear through my body. He switches between teasing with his teeth and sucking as he inserts a finger inside me, thrusting in and out. He draws me closer with his other hand, fingers digging into my ass cheek, and feasts on me, his tongue thrusting in and out of my opening. The sensations begin in the pit of my abdomen and soon spread to the tops of my thighs.

“Oh fuck, Ev, I’m going to come.”

He sucks harder and licks at me more, and I’m gone. I scream in pleasure as he laps up my climax. He holds my legs steady through the aftershocks before standing to his full height and hovering over me, his hands caging me in on the bed.“I need to fuck you, baby.”

He can do whatever the fuck he wants right now.

Flipping me over, he pulls me to my knees, and I lean on my elbows and forearms. I drop my head to the mattress and scream when I feel the sting on my ass. He does it again, making me groan in ecstasy as my clit pulses with need. His palm smooths over my ass before spanking me a third time. I almost come again just from that. His fingers plunge inside me, my walls clamping down.

“You’re fucking soaked. I like you like this. At my mercy so I can do whatever I want with you. You like that, don’t you, Rae?”

I couldn’t think. I was beginning to soar again.

“Answer me, Rae…”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, I do.”

“That’s my girl.” Gripping my hips, he impales me on his cock. I don’t have time to get used to him before he’s moving back and forth, slowly at first, but then harder and faster. I fist the bedding until my knuckles turn white. I cry out with every thrust as he drives into me, so hard I’m moving up the bed. I’m quickly heading into euphoria, black spots appearing in my vision. I push back onto him and he groans. Soon, the black spots turn into stars, and just like fireworks, an explosion happened behind my eyes. I scream out my orgasm as Everett grunts and groans through his.

“Fuck, Reagan,” he gasps before collapsing against me. We lay there for god knows how long, attempting to come down from one of the best highs I’ve probably ever encountered.

Forty

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