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Everywhere and Every Way (Billionaire Builders #1)(27)
Author: Jennifer Probst

“Morgan?” he asked.

Her belly dropped to her toes. Her tongue came out to wet her very dry lips. Between her thighs, an arousal pounded in demand for the slide of his fingers over her wet core and the feel of those delicious lips over hers.

Suddenly those eyes lit to hot charcoal, as if he’d just realized why she’d gone voiceless. Sexual energy swarmed between them. Her nipples tingled. Morgan wondered what she’d do if they were alone and he stalked over to her. Wondered if she’d put up even a little fight if he hauled her up and drove his tongue into her mouth. Wondered if he’d be primitive enough to take her over the worktable without finesse or apology, just raw, hungry need.

Lord have mercy.

She dragged in a breath. “No,” she finally croaked out. “I’m good.”

The man was a Neanderthal. With a smug grin, he hooked his thumbs in his belt loops and cocked a hip. The motion emphasized his lean waist and powerful thighs. “Sure? You look like you . . . want something.”

Oh, she really didn’t like him. Morgan gathered her composure, desperately fighting a blush. Her gaze deliberately pulled away from his sweaty, hard body. “No, thank you. Nothing appeals to me at the moment.”

The crew kept working, not realizing the sexual undertone of the ridiculous conversation. He tipped back his head with pure delight and grinned. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Morgan wanted to give him a good retort, but her brain muscles had died with the surge of estrogen, so she kept quiet. His chuckle as he walked away burned through her. She donned her work gloves, grabbed her drill, and got to work.

Time passed. The sounds of hammers, drills, and country-turned-pop music filled the air. The sawdust pile grew, dirtying her clothes and burying under her fingernails. Her arms burned. Her skin turned sticky from the heat.

She loved every second.

The guys broke for lunch but she was too Zen and decided to keep working. Morgan fell into the meditative space of old-fashioned hard work. As with Cal, this was her favorite part. She adored the steps of decorating and furnishing because it called to her creative energy, but the physical work of building a house was an adrenaline rush. Installing the guts and mechanics, her fingers gripped a hammer, everything fell away, and Morgan was left with a clean purity in her soul.

The clatter of wood startled her out of her happy place. She blinked and looked up.

“I got it.”

Dalton stood over her with a huge grin on his face. A beam of cedar lay before her, the beautiful reddish tinge flirting within the grains to wow an onlooker. Morgan took off her gloves and picked it up, stroking the smooth finish. “Where?” she demanded.

He puffed up like a well-tipped stripper from Magic Mike. “Private contacts. I’m not telling you, because I’m afraid you’ll filch him from me when you’re done with Pierce Brothers.”

“I’m impressed. I most certainly would.” Her mind swept over her vision for the massive, open kitchen. “But I told you we were going with pine. It’ll go better with the visual. I already ordered it.”

“You’re gonna cancel the order, ’cause this is better.”

She squinted at him. He didn’t wait for her to rise to challenge him. Dalton dropped to the floor beside her and cradled the precious beam in his hand. His tawny hair was tied back, and his blue eyes looked a bit dreamy. Their knees touched as they faced each other on the sawdust floor.

“Convince me. I’d have to cancel the order with the West Coast and piss a lot of people off. The Rosenthals like a more organic look, and pine fits the bill. Gives the impression of a kitchen where you cook and gather.”

“Will they cook?”

“No.”

Dalton grinned. “Good, we’re going with cedar. It’s more natural, and I’ll stain it twice for a deeper finish and more character. I’ll build the cabinetry around the horseshoe countertops and pair it with a hand-carved bench to match.”

She visualized the possibility. Hmm. “I could still do that with pine.”

“It won’t look as good.” His voice held a stubborn tone. “This is a huge open space, with the kitchen and background as the main focus. Tristan said you picked out the Amalfi gold marble, but you wanted the burlesque gold instead.”

Morgan sighed. They both grasped the cedar wood, not wanting to relinquish it. “I did, but it’s too light.”

“Exactly. Let me do the cedar, and the burlesque will blend perfectly. The red tints will pull from the cedar. I can also do matching stools with the bench. I’m telling you, Morgan, this is the way to go. But I have to pull the trigger on this right away. My contact gave me a few hours before he’s pulling the order on me—there’s a lineup.”

God, the cedar was more rare. Pricey, but so very worth it, especially if she got to switch out the marble. “I don’t know.”

His voice was a whisper of sound, urgent and convincing. “Do it. I swear it will work better. I feel it in my bones.”

A smile curved her lips. She loved working with people with an obvious passion for their craft. Their fingers interweaved together over the wood, two artists admiring a perfect tool. It was risky. She didn’t have time to call the Rosenthals, so she’d need to go with her gut. Morgan took the leap.

“I’ll do it.”

“You won’t regret it. I’ll make it so good for you.”

They smiled at each other, still holding the wood, locked in an artistic embrace.

“What the hell is going on here?”

They looked up. Cal stood over them, face tight with anger, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he stared down at their clasped hands. “What do you mean?” she asked.

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