Page 69 of Wicked Little Thief

Fucking Parker.

It was his fault for bringing a woman into his house temporarily, and then falling for her.

The angel on his shoulder whispered, You can handle this, Liam.

Or maybe it was the devil telling him he could handle it and the angel trying to give him a reality check.

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Utah

She smiled when she took a full-body stretch and felt deliciously sore in all the right places.

“Good morning,” Liam said in a low voice.

Turning over, she found him sitting up in bed looking at his phone, shirtless, and as gorgeous as ever.

“Good morning,” she replied as she pushed up to sit, snuggling against his side. He stroked her hair as they sat in comfortable quiet. Finally, she broke the silence. “This might sound like a silly question, but… what day is it?”

He chuckled as he replied, “Saturday.”

“It’s funny how you can lose track of time when you don’t have a handheld device constantly keeping you up to date.”

“I can imagine. Is there anything you need to do today?”

Utah gave him a cheeky grin. “Other than go to the storage unit?”

He returned her smile. “I don’t think that’s urgent. We still have to play with the toys you have here.”

Which led her to her question. She’d debated whether to even bring it up, but decided it was innocuous enough. Especially if she phrased it right.

“Um, Sir?”

Liam looked at her with raised brows. “Hmm?”

“What happened to playing with them last night?”

“You know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men…”

He left the saying unfinished, so she completed it for him. “They often go awry.”

That still doesn’t answer my question.

Her look must have conveyed her thoughts because he considered her for a minute before he finally put his phone down and said, “You are what happened. I became the impatient one. I had to taste you right then.”

She bit her bottom lip to try to disguise her smirk.

He pulled her tighter against him and tried to kiss her, but she turned her head away.

“I need to brush my teeth.”

He picked up his phone as he told her, “Hurry back, because we need to talk about why you’re not wearing my collar,” then returned to looking at whatever was on his phone.

She took her time in the bathroom, stalling as she tried to figure out what to say before she came back out.

He hadn’t acted mad that she’d taken the collar off, but she was worried it might be a trap. He’d been very explicit with his instructions yesterday when he put it around her neck.

Finally, she came back out, fully aware that his eyes were focused on her as she crossed the room wearing nothing but her birthday suit.

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