Page 21 of Love Thief

And she so fucking does.

Xander gets an eyeful and lets his head drop back to his shoulders, groaning out loud.

I stand, throw my cards down and pick her up. “Fuck, Kitten,” I growl at her.

“I win,” she laughs, and kisses me.

I carry her into the front seats, away from everyone else, sit her facing me on my knees, and pull that fucking halter top down. My eyes nearly bug out of my head at the vision in front of me. Creamy soft tits, skin smooth and inviting. Nipples hard and erect, leading her body in the direction she wants to go. Towards me, yeah, calling me home. I’m like a rabbit in the headlights.

Her scent wafts up my nostrils, and my cock hardens. It’s giving her tits its full salute. Underneath the perfume, it’s all her, rose and summer rain. Then her arousal hits me and my senses go haywire, my brain short circuits. But I need to keep it together, she’s had a lot to drink.

She pushes her tits towards my hungry mouth and my intentions to hold back fly out the window.

I’m licking my lips in anticipation, salivating over the taste of her. The first lick is heaven. I close my eyes savouring it. She can hardly wait for the next gentle swipe of my tongue, squirming directly over my cock, trying to get herself off on my jeans.

I smirk. “Naughty Kitten,” I chastise her as I rub my face along the soft skin at the side of her tits.

She growls at me, and I almost come in my jeans. Fuck me the woman is pure sex.

I take one of her tits into my mouth, biting gently down on the nipple, grazing it with my teeth as I pull back before moving to the other side. She pushes it further in, and groans into my ear.

“Don’t put your top on, it’s divine,” Evie purrs at me. She’s touching me everywhere, all over my body. Massaging light feathery touches.

I’m sucking and biting at her, I want her to come from this alone. She looks drunk, and while she may be from the whiskey, I am from her.

Holding her head, her hair wild around it, I whisper, “You’ve had a lot to drink. I’m going to make you wait ‘til we get to Vegas. I want you to think about all the things I’m going to do to you. And I’m definitely gonna spank you, Kitten, for the top stunt.”

“Yesss,” she whispers back into my ears, grinding herself onto my jean-clad cock.

I don’t think she knows what she’s saying yes to. I nearly think fuck it and do it here, but I know others will be watching and, while she’s not bothered now, she may be later. So much for taking it easy. The cat is well and truly out that we are with each other in some capacity.

I look around and smile to myself. I watch as Xan, who is clearly on his way to the bedroom, is stopped by Kenny and Grace. Not one to miss an opportunity, Xan settles in with them, telling Kenny what to do to Grace, who has also been at the whiskey. They need to cut her off. It’ll be a true mess if she gets much further into that bottle.

I cannot believe I am the most rational person on this plane.

“Grace is with both Kenny and Xander,” I tell Evie.

This seems to bring her out of her haze, and she pops her head over the top of the seats. “Should we stop it? She may kill me, but she has slept with both of them, just obviously not together.”

I shrug and kiss the corner of her mouth. “How do you know? She could have.” Continuing to pepper kisses across her face, I glide my fingertips down her body. Her skin feels amazing, velvet soft and smooth.

“She would have said,” says Evie confidently, if a little breathlessly.

“Would she? You haven’t told her we’re married already. We all have our secrets, you know that better than most.”

“What secrets do I have? I’m an open book.” She pulls away from me, looking and sounding absolutely indignant.

I start to laugh. “You’re more closed off than the Pentagon. The only time I can read you is when you let me.”

“Well that’s because I don’t have any secrets. My big one was who James’s Dad was, and that’s obviously out there now. But I’ve not got anymore. Well, except about the marriage, but again, that’ll be out there soon, so…” she shrugs. “You, however,” she prods me, “are full of them.”

“You’re joking. Everything I’ve done has been well reported, discussed and documented, all my shit laid bare, no more skeletons for me. Unfortunately for you, what you see is what you get.”

“Don’t you mean fortunately,” she says, her fingers running along my collarbones, zig-zagging down my chest to my abs. “I like what I see, what I get.”

“In that case, you can have it.”

Her eyes spark to life, a suggestive smirk on her lips. Leaning forward, she clamps her teeth onto my nipple, biting and sucking at it. My head drops back and as my mouth opens, a breath of heaven is forced out.

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