Page 21 of Dad Bod Undercover Boss

I moan as Max's mouth crashes into mine, and his tongue spears past the barrier of my lips to lick inside. I've been kissed before, but never like this. This man kisses me like it's the end of the world, and I'm the only thing that will save him.

Sliding my hands up his neatly pressed shirt, I flip the buttons open one by one. My fingers itch with the need to rake over his skin, to absorb his heat and strength. They follow the trail of dark hair from his belly button down, undoing his belt and trousers enough to plunge a hand into his boxers and wrap my hand around his heavy thickness.

Jesus Christ, Eva." Max hisses as I stroke him.

The fire burning inside me grows like an inferno at his swallowed groans. I feel wildly powerful, strong, and sexy, knowing he wants me this much, this badly.

But then he grabs my hand, stilling it. "Tonight is all about you, Eva. It's been fucking torture working so closely with you for days on end without getting to touch you. Need to taste you, sweetheart. Need to lick you the way you licked up the cream from that eclair."

His words send liquid heat to my core, and I whimper with need. He lifts me and carries me down the hallway and into his bedroom, placing me gently on the enormous bed. Then his hands are on my blouse, wrestling buttons from buttonholes with his big fingers. He's impatient, and the last few buttons fly across the room as he tugs at the material aside.

"Fuck." A shudder goes through him as he looks down at my breasts, barely concealed in my lacy bra. He doesn't move, just stands there gazing down at them with an undecipherable expression.

“Max?” I ask uncertainly. I'm suddenly self-conscious. Does he ... not like what he sees?

He stalls my hands as I move to cover myself. “Fuck, no. Don't hide from me,” he grits. “You're bloody beautiful, Eva. I'm trying my best not to come in my boxers just looking at you. You’re enough to make a man embarrass himself.”

My breath comes in short pants as I wait to see what he does next. I don't have to wait long. He unhooks my bra and tugs it from my body. My breasts spill free, and heat pools low in my belly as my nipples furl into tight buds.

"I’ve never had a man’s mouth on me before," I whisper. "Please, Max. I ache."

Max's throat works as he swallows hard. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm going to take care of you."

He crawls up the bed, caging me in, groaning deep in his throat as he drops his head and finally captures my breast in his hot, wet mouth. He suckles me hard, his tongue rasping across the sensitive peak and pulling a choked moan from my throat. I bury my fingers in his thick dark hair, holding him to me as he moves to the other breast. It's as if a hot wire of lust connects his lips to the bundle of nerves between my legs.God, I never knew it could feel so good to have a man's mouth on me like this.

Tearing his mouth from my breast, he tugs my skirt down my legs and tosses it aside, leaving me in just my knickers. He inhales sharply as he sees the damp spot his touch has produced on the fabric at my centre. Before I can take another breath, he's stripped them down my thighs, leaving me completely open and bare to his hot gaze.

"So beautiful," he rasps. "Gonna taste you now, Eva."

My legs quiver as he trails kisses up my inner thighs. I mewl as his thumbs part my folds, and then he's consuming me like a man on death row devouring his last meal. His tongue delves through my folds, licking, sucking, and slurping on my pussy and swirling around my clit.

“I’ve never tasted anything this sweet in all my life, Eva. Swear to God,”he mutters against my trembling flesh.

"Max, please!" I beg, tugging at his hair. "I need ..."

"Okay, sweetheart. I've got you," he promises.

"Oh, fuck." I jerk as he eases a thick finger inside me. "So good."

He slowly slides another finger inside while still sucking my clit. His other hand squeezes my breast as he thumbs my nipple.

“Oh, my God, Max. Don't stop. Please don't stop.”

“Not stopping until you come all over my face, Eva," he mutters against my shivering flesh.

He pumps his fingers in and out of me, and I cry out as he curls them to hit some magical spot inside me. The bed shakes beneath us as he fucks me with his fingers, and my core clenches as shivers chase along my spine. Delicious tension grips my muscles as my orgasm approaches. I'm sure it's going to wreck me.

“You’re making me come, Max,” I whimper, tugging sharply on his hair.

“Come for me, Eva. I want you all over my mouth and fingers.”

His words send me over the edge, and his name is torn from my throat as my orgasm ripples through my entire body. My juices spill out, and Max laps them up eagerly as I shake and shudder through the pleasure.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, straightening and gripping his heavy cock. “Eva,” he growls, “this pretty little pussy is gonna make me come.”

I let out a whimper as Max pumps his cock furiously. He tips his head back, and his throat muscles tense as he releases all over my stomach and pussy.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck, Eva," he roars, marking me with his seed.

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