The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Dorothy only realized something was off as she settled into the car, headed towards Bay Residence.

How on earth did Everett know about her twisted ankle? Everett was focused on the road; he addressed her unspoken question before she could voice it.

"The car you saw this morning, it was mine." "Oh..." Dorothy found herself at a loss for words.

Pursuing this topic would unavoidably lead to explaining why she hadn't invited Everett to pay respects to her mother.

He didn't press further, though. Despite both sitting in the front, an invisible wall seemed to have erected between them. Neither had the courage to tear it down.

Back at home, Everett headed straight for the master bathroom to shower.

Dorothy knew that even he himself couldn't stand that smell of smoke! She checked on the kids upstairs; the hired chef had already prepared their dinner, and they were now scattered, each absorbed in their own activities.

she noticed Everett

hand was suddenly enveloped, and in a swift

apple bobbing as he spoke.

instinctively reached for his clothes, only to find he wasn't wearing any, her fingers grazing his cool skin fresh

a teenager experiencing his first taste of

a fervor that left her wincing

sealing her lips with

adrift on the sea, pushed by relentless waves, unsure

best she could, meeting his ferocity to

for him; he was desperately trying to

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his narrow waist, silently

you won't leave me," Everett's voice was raw