Page 15 of Best Laid Plans

She liked that idea, because it made her wetter. I pressed my lips to her, and rubbed my cock at her entrance. "You're so beautiful," I murmured. "I'm going to go slow."

"No," she implored. "I want you to be you."

"With you, Nova, I'm always me. Just me. I'm the most honest I can ever be."

I nudged her entrance again, slowly sliding inside her.

"Please," Nova moaned, moving so she could get more of me.

I didn't want to hurt her, but I was losing control, and I pushed into her until I was balls deep. She screamed, and I stopped moving.

"Fuck, Nova. Are you okay?"

She licked her lips and cleared her throat. "I think so," she squeaked.

I was about to pull out when she put her hands on my ass. "Stay," she breathed. "It hurts, but…it feels so good to have you inside me."

"I love that I'm your first," I told her. "You're all mine, Nova King, and I'm never fucking letting you go."

I kissed her, and pulled out to push right back into her. I already knew my cock was addicted to her, completely in her thrall. Nova had me mind, body, and soul.

As I thrust in, she moved up. The pleasure was blinding. "Yes, baby, like that, just like that."

I grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed, holding her down as I went mad, fucking her pussy hard.

"Yes, honey. Yes." She moaned every time my cock bottomed out.

After months of celibacy, I was ready to come. I reached for her clit, and as I thrust, I squeezed her, wanting her to orgasm so I could. She came on a cry, and I drove deep inside her, filling her with my cum as I felt her pulse around me, milk me.

"I love you," I chanted.

"I love you," she reciprocated each time.

That night, we had each other again and again. I couldn't let her go. The next day, she kissed me, told me to sleep, and left for her shift at the diner. I had been in heaven.

When I woke up, hell began.

I was still in hell, I thought, as I gazed out at the river from the balcony of my suite at the Rhodes Hotel.

Did she think about me? Did she remember that night?

The Nova I knew didn't compute with the Nova who stole, and even if I could overlook that, definitely not with the woman Pete told me about. She'd gotten out of jail thanks to Emmett Bodine. How did Nova even know him?

Pete had allowed her a phone call after I spoke with her. He hadn't had a choice; she'd demanded it. She knew her rights. He didn't know who she'd call, but within thirty minutes of the call, a county assistant district attorney, a lawyer, and Emmett Bodine's assistant had whisked Nova away.

The ADA had reprimanded Pete, saying he was lucky that charges were not brought against him for arresting without cause. Apparently, he hadn't had a warrant to search Nova's place, and as they did in the movies, the thief got away on a technicality.

I ran a hand through my hair.

I had thought about her every single day for the past seven years, but the woman I met today hardly seemed affected by me. This only underscored my belief that I'd been a mark. She had never loved me.

Pete had dug further into Nova’s background and discovered that her mother had also been stealing from the homes and offices she cleaned. He suspected that’s how Nova knew how to fence the jewelry she’d stolen so quickly.

Well, this time, there would be no getting away for her.

I was good at making plans, and I was going to make a foolproof one. I'd set her up, but good. She'd steal again—her kind always did—and this time, I'd make sure there was ample proof. I'd have her arrested in Savannah, so everyone who cared about her would know who she really was. And, finally, maybe I'd be rid of her.

Chapter 8

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