Page 27 of Detective Daddy Next Door

He removes the pillow from beneath my butt and puts it under my head. “Now you can watch.”

He takes his rock-hard dick into his hand and finds my opening. He leans into me as he starts to stroke, and I hold on to him as we ride the waves of the sea of desire.

We're lying in bed, panting. Climbing down from the high.

He turns to me and runs his fingers through my hair. "I need a favor from you."

"What?"

"Is there a chance you can go through Micha’s computer in the office? I went into her home office the other day, but her laptop had a password. I need you to help me download her files."

I hesitate. "I don't know. I—"

"Please," he pleads, shooting intense, deep-brown eyes at me.

I sigh. "She has a desktop computer in her office. I know the password to her desktop computer.”

He pushes himself up on his elbow. "Perfect. I'll give you a flash drive. Are you sure you can do it without getting caught?”

"I'll try."

On Monday, I'm more nervous than usual. The flash drive is in my bag, a reminder that I have a job to do. I'm quieter than usual and Daisy notices.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just have a lot to do."

"Same here. The weekend was too short for me. I need one more day of rest."

Micha sticks her head in. "Bria, please, I need your help."

She refuses to use the phone every single time, and she's still not gotten better at knocking. I go to meet her in her office.

"I need you to help me enter these files on my computer,” she says, pointing to a stack of papers on her desk of maybe ten pages.

I go through it. "No problem. I can do that before I leave."

"You're a lifesaver. I'll be leaving the office now and I don't think I'll be coming back today. So, I'll see you tomorrow. Lock up the office when you're done." She gets her handbag and leaves.

I stand there staring at the door. I can't believe my luck. I go back to my office to get the flash drive from my handbag on the back of my chair.

"Are you ready to go to lunch?" Daisy asks.

"I don't think I'll be going for lunch today. Micha's asked me to take care of some files for her in her office. I'm not really hungry. I could grab something later."

"Should I bring something for you?"

I want her to leave so I can start quickly. "Yeah, sure. Burger and fries."

"Alright."

I go over to Micha's office with the flash drive in my pocket and sit on her chair. I decide to enter some of the files first in case someone comes in unexpectedly. I log in the first file, the second, the third, and when I look up, it's past 3. p.m.

The door pushes open, and I freeze even though I've not started downloading her files yet.

"Your burger and fries."

I'd forgotten completely about it. “Thank you."

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