Page 66 of Keeping Eveline

Her moan as he squeezed her ass told him she did. If they were anywhere but his office, he’d hike her skirt up, rip her panties off, and bury himself all the way in.

However, they were at the office, and he couldn’t risk anyone walking in.

Ox pulled back, giving her one last peck on the lips before holding her tight, until their breathing steadied to an even rhythm.

“I needed this,” Eveline said, her voice muffled as she was burrowed into his chest.

“Me too.” Ox loosened his hold and took a step back. If he didn’t, he’d forget all his good intentions and follow through on his earlier fantasy. “I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but I need to know about the photographs.”

Another shudder ripped through Eveline, and he kept his hold on her. Slowly, she relayed what she’d seen, and the more she said, the more anger built within him. If he didn’t hate the man before, he certainly detested Gerald now.

“How much longer do we have to be here?” she asked after she finished.

“Just waiting for the all-clear from Angel that the apartment’s fine. Which I think it will be. There wasn’t anything on my car, but,” he paused, hating having to tell her this next bit after what she’d already been through, but he couldn’t keep it from her. “There was a tracking device on your car and one tucked into one of the internal pockets in your handbag.”

Not surprisingly, Eveline tensed, and he wished he hadn’t had to tell her that.

“My car and my purse?”

“Yes.”

She pushed against his chest, and Ox gave her the space she needed, even though he wanted to keep her tight against him.

If she needed to move around to process everything, he’d give her that.

“I don’t use the same purse all the time. I have a few, so I swap them around when I feel like it.” She paced to the window then whirled and came toward him before repeating the action again. “Not to mention, I’ve got a small one I use for when I go out. Surely, I would’ve noticed something in that?”

“They’re tiny, baby, and a tiny slit can be made into the lining, and it slipped in that way.”

Eveline stopped. “What you’re saying is that somehow, someway, Gerald got into my apartment and planted them all so that no matter what I used, he’d always know where I was? Is that what you’re saying?” Her voice shook on the last word.

Fuck, he hated this. Hated knowing that her personal space had been invaded. Ox couldn’t say what was worse, having Randall ejaculate all over her clothes, or Gerald being able to have twenty-four-seven access to her every location.

Neither was appealing. He imagined it was even worse to Eveline.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. We’ve gotten rid of the one in your purse, although Gerald will know that you’re here. But seeing as the others were at your apartment and had been ruined, this was his last one.”

“I’m never going back to that place. I hate Gerald. I hate him,” Eveline spat, venom dripping off every word.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I promise you, I’ll keep you safe.” Ox closed the space between them and hugged her close again.

Her body shook with the emotions of the day. The shock of just how far her boss had gone to keep tabs on her had no doubt caught up with Eveline, and she broke down in his arms.

Ox was glad that she wasn’t holding it in. Glad she felt comfortable enough with him to let herself go like this.

There was still the matter of Gerald paying Randall—the news wasn’t a surprise. In fact, he’d been expecting something along those lines.

Had he killed the man as well?

Ox still didn’t believe Maxwell’s demise was suicide—not when he’d just made ten grand.

The real question was—what was Gerald’s motive?

What did he want with Eveline?

How did it relate to her uncovering the information about his dubious business practices?

Had he wanted her to find it?

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