Can Morgan and Caleb Keep Things Strictly Business in This Sexy Series?

Everywhere and Every Way is the first installment in New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Probst's sizzling Billionaire Builders series. Caleb Pierce finally has what he's always dreamed of: the chance to run the family's luxury contracting business. But things get complicated when icy home designer Morgan Raines hires Caleb to build a customized dream house that matches her specifications to a T — or she'll use her powerful connections to poison the brothers' reputation. Caleb soon discovers he's not the only one who knows how to use a stud-finder. In fact, Morgan is pretty sure she's found hers — and he looks damn enticing in a hard hat. As sparks fly between Morgan and Caleb despite his best intentions not to mix business with pleasure, will she finally warm up and help him lay the foundation for everlasting love?

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He closed the distance between them. Was that his heart beating? Stupid. Of course not. He was a grown man, and he didn't get those feelings anymore. She tilted her head back, and he saw the slight tremble of her lips as she gazed back at him, refusing to look away.

"I like you now."

She cleared her throat. The pulse at the base of her neck and the dilation of her pupils gave her away. She felt it, too. His nostrils flared like a predator's on the hunt, but he moved slow, bending his head so his mouth was inches from hers, so he could feel the warm rush of her breath against him. So she had plenty of time to pull away and cry foul. Still, she rallied.

She spoke his name on a ragged whisper. "What are you doing, Cal?"

"I'm sorry."

She shuddered. His hands clasped her shoulders, and he breathed her in.

"For misjudging me? Calling me a coward? Or not liking me at first?"

He locked his gaze with hers to show her his intention. Paused. "For this."

Cal covered his mouth with hers.

The moment her lips yielded under his, Caleb realized Morgan Raines was more dangerous than he'd ever imagined.

She tasted like all the things he loved in his past — sugar cookies and bourbon-infused chocolate. Freshly squeezed orange juice and key lime pie. Deliciously sweet and tart and tasty. Everything he craved and couldn't get enough of, wrapped up in this one gorgeous female.

The kiss was slow and deep and oh, so thorough. Cal kept his hands firmly on her shoulders, not trusting himself to be cool. Who would've thought Morgan Raines would inspire violent lust instead of lukewarm interest? His body shook with the effort to control his instincts. Instead, he teased her, gathering her taste with his tongue and capturing the sexy little moan that spilled from her throat. It was a kiss that introduced, welcomed, lingered. It was the hottest kiss he'd ever shared with a woman, and he didn't know what he was going to do about it.

Cal worked her panties down her hips, then leaned over. The drawer opened and a condom was in his grip. She watched with hungry eyes as he stripped off his boxers and fit himself with the condom. Raising her legs, he hooked her ankles over his shoulders and paused at her dripping entrance. Breath held, she shut her eyes and waited for him to take her. A trickle of fear hit. How long had it been since she'd been this intimate with a man? The sheer vulnerability of this moment overwhelmed her, but she wanted him too badly to pull back. He pushed in a few inches. Paused.

"Open your eyes."

The low rasp startled her, so she obeyed. Cal poised above her, held in a muscle lock she didn't understand. Was he afraid he'd hurt her? Sweat gleamed on his brow. "How do you like it? Slow and easy? Fast and hard?"

Morgan didn't know, because it had been two years since she'd had sex. Hating to admit her inexperience, she said the only words that came to mind. "I like it every way."

His jaw clenched. "Crap, you're gonna kill me. So tight and wet. Don't hide from me. I want to see your face when I make you come again."

Oh, my. Morgan had never engaged in dirty talk during sex, but his words were like a live wire to her body. The filthier he talked, the crazier she got, her body softening and opening up to any bad thing he wanted to do. Instead of surging forward, Cal began to stroke his c*ck against her swollen folds, rubbing against her sensitive cl*t until she was right there again, at the precipice of orgasm. She writhed beneath him, digging her nails deep into his shoulders, but he ignored her cues and kept up the maddening, slow, torturous pace until her sanity shattered into tiny pieces.

"For God's sakes, Cal, f*ck me! Please, take me now!"

"Good girl."

He plunged his c*ck deep inside, burying himself completely. She cried out and hung on, the sheer width and length of him making her squirm from the hot, stretching sensation. Morgan gasped. He completely filled her, allowing no room for anything but the primitive demand to surrender to him. She tried to fight it — her mind gave a good fight — but then he started to move and she gave up and gave in.

Cal gave her no time to shore up her defenses. With every stroke, he claimed her. She hung on to his shoulders while he drove inside her over and over, rocking his hips, putting just the perfect amount of pressure on her cl*t to keep her from tumbling over but maintaining the sharp edge. She cried his name. She begged. And with one perfect deep thrust, something in her belly shimmered with staggering heat, and she shot apart.

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