Thief:A Bad Boy Romance(122)

The instant response irritates me, because it means she’s right there by her phone and not texting or calling me.

 

Aww, you wish.

 

 

 

 

 

I grin as I type out a reply.

 

Hey, I just don’t believe that you are taking care of yourself properly. Can’t blame a guy for wanting to do the right thing and help out.

 

 

 

 

 

Lol, and what exactly would a picture do to solve that?

 

 

 

 

 

I can feel my cock stir.

 

Nothing, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still want a picture of that sweet pussy.

 

 

 

 

 

I can practically feel her blush through the phone, as ridiculous a notion as that is. I can imagine that token Maddie look of her lip drawn between her teeth; that pink glow to her cheeks.

 

My cock begins to grow as I just start to straight-up fantasize about her. I’m picturing the lip bite as she pulls her panties down, looking back over shoulder at me. I tense my jaw as I picture her bending over, spreading that ass for me, her perfect pink lips between her legs so wet and begging for me.

 

I’m growling as I yank my belt undone and jerk the the zipper down before reaching inside, pulling out my rapidly stiffening cock. I grunt as I wrap my hand around it and start to stroke as I picture innocent little Maddie Adams bent over in front of me, holding her panties to the side and begging me with those fuck-me bedroom eyes to do exactly that.

 

I picture coming up behind her and teasing her first. I imagine grabbing that ass in both my hands and pulling her against my mouth as I bury my tongue in her honey. I grunt as I jerk my hand up and down my shaft, picturing easing my cock-head against her soft, yielding opening and making her moan as I bury every inch in her tight, wet slit.

 

The phone suddenly buzzes on the bed next to my head, and I stop the motion of my hand as I turn to arch a brow at it.

 

No way.

 

I grab the phone off the bed and open to the text message from Maddie.

 

It’ll cost you.

 

 

 

 

 

She can’t be serious, but something about the long wait before the response tells me she’s been mulling it over a thousand times in her head. She’s probably written out and deleted this very message a hundred times before finally working up the courage to send it.

 

Needless to say, I’m intrigued.

 

What exactly will cost me?

 

 

 

 

 

A picture.

 

 

 

 

 

My cock throbs, and I reach down with one hand and idly stroke it as I type out a reply with one hand.

 

Bullshit, you’re lying.

 

 

 

 

 

Try me.

 

 

 

 

 

Even if this is all bullshit, and even if she’s still mulling it over in her head, it’s worth it to push things here, if just to see how far I can get before she clams up again.

 

What’s the price?

 

 

 

 

 

It takes a second, but the phone buzzes a reply.

 

I get more freedom. I get to move around more, see more of the city and do things like museums without people freaking out. I want to stop being a hermit in this place.

 

 

 

 

 

I smirk at the screen. Madison Adams, playing politics and leveraging a deal. Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. So, that’s the tradeoff she wants to make? I mull it over for all of four seconds. Yeah, it’s a pain, but I can make it happen. I can broaden her schedule with Emma, I can make it work with the Director.

 

Jesus, what the fuck am I saying? Of course I’ll make it work. For her to actually send me what I want to see? Yeah, consider it fucking done. I hammer out a response.

 

No fucking feet this time.

 

 

 

 

 

And she sends back a fucking winky face emoji.

 

I’m calling her bluff. Minutes tick by and I sit there like a jackass with my cock out and the phone in my hand, shaking my head at what an idiot I am to think that Madison Adams is actually going to send me nude pictures.

 

I start to drop back on the bed when the phone buzzes in my hand, and I jerk my head up.

 

Holy shit.

 

It’s Madison’s tits, encased in this lacy, practically see-through bra. Like, the sexiest bra ever fucking made, to the point where I almost wonder where a girl like her even gets something that hot. Fucking hell, I can actually just see her nipples through the sheer lace, and my cock instantly gets rock-hard again as I reach down to wrap my hand around it.

 

It’s a start

 

 

 

 

 

I type out, hitting send before I scroll back up to the picture of her tits and let my hand slide up and down my throbbing dick.