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.

bedroom, she noticed Everett hadn't turned on

in a swift motion, she was lifted into

ever, his Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke. The smoky scent was gone, replaced

instinctively reached for his clothes, only to find he wasn't wearing

teenager

a fervor that left her wincing in

her with a desperate intensity, sealing her lips with

by relentless waves, unsure of where to anchor or

could do was relax as best she could, meeting

sensed this wasn't about pleasure for him; he was desperately trying to prove

his, affirming that he was the only man who could touch her, possess her like this. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

out, embracing his narrow

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