Page 26 of Dad Bod Undercover Boss

"Fuck," I grunt as her pussy flutters around my cockhead.

"Yes, please," Eva whispers, raising her hips so I slide in another inch.

My balls draw up tight as her muscles massage my aching cock. Bloody hell, this woman makes me feel like a teenager, ready to shoot my load within seconds.

I thrust inside her and bury my face in her throat, sucking the sensitive skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Every one of my senses is flooded with Eva; her hot cunt wrapped around my cock, her violets and vanilla scent mixed with the musky-sweetness of her arousal, her ragged breaths and mewls of pleasure.

She wraps her other leg around me, hooking her ankles behind my back and clinging to me while I stroke into her.

“Max," she chokes, her blue eyes locked on mine as she trembles beneath me.

"Let go, love. Give me everything," I rasp.

I grind my hips so my pubic bone rubs her clit with each stroke. Driving deeper. Thrusting harder.

Her toes curl into my lower back as she rocks against me, meeting my frantic thrusts. Fuck, I hope she's close because I'm about to explode. Leaning down, I suckle her nipples, feeling her clench around me.

"I'm com ...ing," she sobs right before her back arches off the bed.

Her face scrunches as she presses her head into the pillow, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut as her body quakes.

I roar and bite down on her breast as I come, my balls drawing up tight as I empty inside her. It seems like I come for an eternity before the pleasure ebbs and drops me back down to earth.

I roll onto my back, draping Eva over my chest and gliding my fingers along her spine in calming strokes.

“Better than any alarm,” Eva mumbles, kissing my chest. She sighs contentedly and wraps her arms around me, hugging me close. "So, what now? What's the plan regarding Gerald?"

Gerald.I don't even like the sound of his name rolling off her tongue. I cup her face so she's looking directly at me. "Do you trust me, Eva?"

She snorts. "You've dined on my vagina and fucked me senseless, so I think the answer to that is a resounding yes."

A laugh rumbles up my chest. "Best thing I've ever tasted. I could die a happy man between your thighs." I slide my hand over her rounded arse cheek and give it a squeeze.

"Okay, getting off track," she says breathlessly. "Tell me the plan. You said you didn't want to involve the police last night. Why?"

"I said I don't want to involve the policeyet. We need proof that ties him to the goods in the storeroom. There must be a paper trail of his transactions somewhere, for his own benefit."

Eva's eyes widen, and she snaps her fingers. "I'd bet my left ass cheek it's on the tablet he brings to work. I've caught him on it several times in his office. Never thought anything of it until now."

"Think you can create a distraction while I grab it?"

She grins. "Darling, I'm the queen of distraction."

I growl and roll her over, caging her in with my body. "Yes, love, that you are."

Chapter12

Eva

Max takesme home so I can grab a change of clothes before we head into Sutherland's. With a quick kiss, he takes off for Homewares while I head to Clothing.

The morning passes quickly, and nerves jangle in my stomach as I wait. Our plan is simple, but I'm still jittery and ramped up on adrenaline as I head to Gerald's office just before lunch. Sure enough, he's tapping away on the tablet, and like yesterday, he quickly places it face down on his desk as I enter.

"Any chance you could knock before you barge in here, Eva?" he demands with a glower.

"Sorry, it's just ... I need help with a customer. Apparently, you ordered a Patek Phillippe watch for a Mr Wright, but I can't find it or any record of the transaction, so--"

"Shit!" Gerald hisses, his face paling. "What is he doing here? I told him not to—" He halts suddenly as if remembering where he is and forces a smile. "Don't worry, Eva, I'll take care of this. Where is he?"

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