Thief:A Bad Boy Romance(106)

 

Walk away; walk the fuck away right now.

 

Except I already know I’m not going to. I already know I’m not walking away from this girl until I get the fix that I crave. I want to hear her fucking moan for me again, just like she did before.

 

I want to watch her face when she comes.

 

“Hunter, we shouldn’t wander off like this,” she says softly, her chest rising and falling with her hands still on my chest.

 

“Oh, suddenly worried about the rules?” I move against her, hearing the whimper in her throat as I move my lips against her ear. “Still worried about what we should and shouldn’t do?” I can hear her breath catch, and her hands are clutching the front of my suit as she pulls me against her.

 

“Besides, I think we both know we’re already well onto the list of things we shouldn’t be doing, doll,” I growl into her ear. “Sex clubs for instance?”

 

She pushes me back from her neck, her eyes locking with mine. “I already fucking told you, that was a one time thing.”

 

“Oh, sure it was.”

 

“What, like you?” Her eyes dart over mine. “I bet you’re there every weekend.”

 

I grin at her. “Maybe it was my first time there too, ever think of that?”

 

“I doubt that.”

 

“Oh, and why’s that?”

 

“Because you clearly knew what you were doing.” Her face blushes furiously the second she says it.

 

She stammers. “That’s not— look, forget it.”

 

But I’m already sliding my hands over her hip and letting them move down over her ass, pulling her to me. “So,” I growl, my eyes burning right into hers. “You’re saying I knew what I was doing when I made you come all those times that night.”

 

“It was nothing special.”

 

“Sure it wasn’t.” I press against her, knowing she can feel how hard I am. I’m dying to feel how wet she is, because I know she is because of that flush in her cheeks and that catch in her breath. The way her eyes are so wide as they stare into mine in the dim of the room. We’re a breath apart, her soft mouth so close I could claim it with my own in a millisecond. “I’m willing to bet it was so good that you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, actually.”

 

“I’ve forgotten about it entirely, actually,” she says softly.

 

“Uh-huh, I doubt that.”

 

“Doubt all you want, I can’t even remember it.”

 

“I could jog your memory if you want me to,” I growl, watching her gasp. I press harder against her, my hands gripping her ass and feeling the way her hips undulate towards me; the way she presses hotly into the thick bulge in my pants.

 

She might be in this conservative fucking pants suit, but I know I can feel the heat there between her legs on my thigh. I lean forward again into her neck, my lips barely grazing over the skin of her collarbone as one of my hands slides up from her ass and starts to slide around, pulling the scoop-neck shirt out of her pants.

 

“What are you-”

 

“Making you remember,” I growl into her ear, before I take the lobe between my lips and suck.

 

And there’s the moan I’ve been dying to hear.

 

She melts against me as I nip her ear, her hands clutching me tightly against her, her hips rocking ever so slightly against me, as if urging me on. I’m in the Secret fucking Service, and I’m sworn to protect those under my watch, not dry-hump them in dark museums. I briefly wonder if doing this constitutes treason, and besides that, there’s the lingering fact that this is my soon-to-be stepsister.

 

Yeah, I might be fucking up hard here, but there’s no Goddamn way I’m stopping right now; not with that moan echoing in my brain.

 

 

 

 

 

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I feel my heart pounding inside my breast, the blood roaring hot in my face. It’s like I can’t speak as I find myself staring wide-eyed up into those sharp blue eyes, somehow piercing even in the darkness of the room. Of course, even if I could, I don’t even know what I would say.

 

And so I say nothing when I feel his hand slide over my hip and across the waist of my pants, tugging at my shirt. I bite my lip, if only to hold back the moan in my throat when his fingers find the button at the front and deftly pop it open. And when he slips his hand under the material, and traces over the edge of my panties, all I can do is let myself fall into him.

 

His hand slides over the front of my panties, and I moan. His fingers find me soaking wet through the fabric as he teases my lips, and I whimper as he starts to rub me, my hands clutching at his suit and my mouth hanging open as I cling to him.