Page 68 of If You Give a Billionaire a Bride

“I appreciate you stepping up. It seems like Everly has been a good influence on you.” He clears his throat. “You’re right. We should get down to business since I have a virtual meeting with the board in twenty minutes,” he says, checking his watch. “They want an update on the acquisition and are eager to know how the newlyweds are doing.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “What did you tell them?”

“That you’re enjoying every moment of newlywed bliss and are staying out of the majority of the acquisition discussions.”

The week Everly and I got back to London, Harrison broke the news of our marriage to the board. As anticipated, there were concerns about our wedding taking place before the business deal was finalized, but Harrison eased their concernsby convincing them that we’d fallen in love after reuniting and couldn’t wait to get married.

“How is the deep dive analysis on Townstead International going, Dylan?” Harrison asks.

I lean forward in my seat, my interest piqued. Since I’ve had to stay out of the day-to-day discussions of the deal, I’m eager for the sporadic updates that I get on our calls.

“We’ve run into some anomalies in the finances that warrant further investigation,” Dylan explains as he pushes his glasses up on his nose. “The financial records for Europe are in perfect order; the issue appears to be with their North America division. It took us a while to get the additional records, but we have them now, and my team and I will have a full report over to you by the beginning of next week.”

I’m not surprised that there’s something questionable going on with the part of the business Richard manages. From what I’ve observed, Everly and her step-siblings run their London office like a tight ship. If you ask me, they should run the entire company.

“Has Richard tried coming by your office again?” Harrison asks me.

“No, he hasn’t been back to London, that I know of.”

He hasn’t directly contacted Everly since the incident at my office, but that hasn’t stopped him from emailing her assignments that have her working well into the night once I go to bed.

“Good. His lawyer instructed him to steer clear of all Stafford Holdings offices and informed him that anything related to the acquisition has to go through our legal teams.”

“Please keep me in the loop. I don't want to keep anything from Everly, especially when it concerns her.”

If her dad is involved in any questionable activities, I want to make sure it doesn’t negatively affect her. And she deserves to know the truth if he is involved in something he shouldn’t be.

I wake up as the first rays of sunlight stream through the window.

The clock on my nightstand reads 6:13 a.m. I groan, frustrated by being wide awake with no hope of falling back asleep. Like every morning, Everly is sprawled across my chest, with her arm draped over my stomach. Her pouty lips are slightly parted as she sleeps soundly. My rigid cock presses against her thigh, straining against my boxers.

I slip out of bed, careful not to wake her, and head straight for the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. If I had any self-control, I’d take a cold shower like I’ve been doing most mornings lately, but I’m desperate to relieve my aching cock.

After turning on the faucet, I strip out of my underwear and step under the stream of hot water.

My eyes fall shut as I imagine Everly is here with me.

In my mind’s eye, I kneel in front of her and spread her legs open, peppering kisses along her skin. My hands grip her quivering thighs as I lick her pussy in long, steady strokes. I gaze up to find a wanton expression on her face as I plunge two fingers inside her tight cunt. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I work her clit hard, telling her to be a good wife and come for me. She arches her back as she comes, shouting my name.

A low groan escapes my mouth as the vivid scene plays in my mind. I put my hand against the wall for support, stroking my rock-hard cock with the other, desperate for relief. My breathcomes out in pants, and I squeeze harder as another fantasy enters my thoughts, clear as day.

I’ve got one hand gripping Everly’s hip and the other on her breast as I drive into her from behind. I tilt her head back so I can see her unbridled expression as she takes my cock inside her slick pussy.

“Holy shit, Ev, that feels so good,” I moan, pumping my dick.

There’s a subtle chill in the air, and I look over to find Everly standing in the doorway. She’s real. Her mouth hangs open as she stares at me through the glass, her gaze zoned in on my dick.

Despite the steam and my lust-filled haze, I can’t help but notice that she’s braless, her pebbled nipples poking through her white tank. I lick my lips, thinking about wrapping my mouth around one of them. If I were a better man, I’d stop immediately, but I’m a selfish bastard who can’t resist the urge to watch her unfiltered reaction as I come to visions of worshiping her only the way I could.

I continue stroking my shaft, my eyes locked on Everly. Her grip tightens on the door handle, her cheeks flushed. I pick up my pace as I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the way her lips part when I squeeze my cock tighter.

“Fuck, Ev,” I say her name like a prayer as my orgasm hits me like a freight train.

Her hand drifts to her mouth, her fingers brushing against her lips as she takes in the scene before her. She stares at me, eyes wide as saucers as ropes of cum spurt onto the shower floor. It ends all too soon when I briefly glance down, and when I look back up, she’s bolted from the room.

Damn, that was hot as fuck.

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