Daddy Undercover (Crescent Cove 9)

He lowered to slick the head along my soaked slit. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back. “God.”

I arched up and took my own version of control. His eyes snapped wide just as he breached me, sliding deep inside me in one filling stroke.

I hissed out a breath then lifted my legs around him and dragged him even deeper. His blue eyes went the color of midnight. One fist bit into the cushion beside my head and the other gripped my hip as he snapped his hips forward to give me more.

Always more.

I couldn’t hold on to him anywhere but with my legs and I let him know it. My thighs were a vise as I demanded all he had. I bit his neck and gripped the railing so I could get a little leverage.

He lifted me off the makeshift mattress and draped my thighs over his, arrowing up into me with relentless strokes. His fingers gripped my hips to put me exactly where he wanted me. Again and again, he filled me until I was a mindless vessel for him.

The roar of the orgasm blindsided me, and I yelled out his name. The boat rocked as he reared up over me and locked one hand between mine on the railing. My nails wrapped around his wrist so I could feel him. So I could hold on to something.

God, he was going to rip me apart.

“Again,” he growled into my mouth as he tried to kiss me through the unrelenting thrusts of his hips. I tipped my pelvis up to get that bit of friction I needed, and my whole body shuddered around him.

The flood of him inside me as he groaned out my name had me wishing I could wrap myself around him. I wanted to climb inside him. I just couldn’t get close enough.

His arm slid up my back to cup me closer to his chest. Then the cuffs were free, and I vined around him.

The plunk of something hitting the water made me laugh.

He peeked over the railing. “Shit.”

“Lose something, Sheriff?”

“A bit of my dignity when I have to order a new pair of cuffs.” He laughed into my neck. “Worth it.”

He was relaxed enough that I took the chance and flipped him over onto his back and straddled him. His eyes were soft from a very thorough orgasm. It was nice to know I could wreck him as truly as he destroyed me. His eyes crinkled at the corners and shone with humor when I braceleted his wrists with my fingers to press him into the cushions.

“My turn to be at your mercy?”

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

He lifted his head to nuzzle along my breast, swaying from my position over him. I let out a breath and tried to concentrate. Something out of the corner of my eye distracted me.

I glanced up and gasped, flattening myself onto Jared.

“What?” He tried to get up, but I held him down. “Is there someone out there?”

I giggled. “A lot of someones.”

He tried to crane his neck and cover me at the same time. “Fuck.”

I couldn’t stop the giggles as the boat floated into the shallows right in front of The Mason Jar. We weren’t exactly on the shoreline, but…

“Would you stop laughing?”

His horror only made me laugh harder.

He quickly pulled the ends of my dress closed over me.

I rose enough to peek at how bad it was and saw the dozen customers on the deck waving at us. Mason saluted us before going back into the restaurant with a shake of his head.

A quack from the side of the boat was the last straw. I collapsed into a fit.

Jared was on his back, his hips arched up as he hiked up his jeans. “I can’t believe this.”