Page 42 of The Thief

“That’s not much of a threat,” she throws back. “I have fingers. I can take care of my own needs.”

I know a bluff when I hear one. Lucia has no intention of leaving, and I have no intention of letting her. Ihaveto taste her. Ineedher to come on my tongue.

“Yes, you’ll take care of yourself.” I slide my hand up her thigh. Her legs fall open, her skirt bunching around her hips. “But tell me, tesoro. Will you be satiated?”

She glares at me. “You’re so arrogant.”

“Guilty as charged.” I can afford to be confident; the chemistry between us is combustible, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Leaning in, I cover her mouth with mine. I nibble her lower lip and lick the seam, demanding entrance. She parts her lipsand fuck.She tastes like ambrosia, like the best kind of dark chocolate, lush and delicious.

Addictive.

I palm her pussy. Her panties are drenched with her arousal, and hot satisfaction explodes inside me. “I think you like this.”

She levels another glare at me but spreads her legs wider. My sweet little thief is dying to be fucked, and it takes all my willpower not to push her back on the desk, unzip my pants and plow into her.

“You want this, tesoro?” I ask instead. I hold up the panties again. “You know what to do.”

“Oh, fine,” she huffs. She slides off the table and lifts her sweater over her head. Underneath, she is wearing an ivory silk shirt, the fabric translucent, and I can clearly see the outline of her bra underneath.

She’s sobeautiful.As bright as the moon in a starless night sky, and when I’m with her, I feel like I’m in the quiet eye of a hurricane. The world outside can rage and rant, but with Lucia, I feel calm and content.

She reaches behind her back and undoes the button on her waistband. She starts to lower the zipper but then looks up at me, an irresistible smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Turn around.”

“Shy?”

“Anticipation is the best foreplay, Antonio.”

She has no idea how much I want this. “I’ve been anticipating this moment for ten years.”

She sucks in a breath, her eyes widening. “You can’t say something like that to me,” she whispers.

She’s right. I can’t.I shouldn’t.I’m used to being in control, maintaining a poker face, and never revealing more than is strictly necessary. But with Lucia, everything is unexpected. I feel like a teenager being with someone for the very first time, and it’s more than a little terrifying.

I do as she asks and turn around. I’m not doing it to protect her modesty; we both know that I’m good to have her naked in the next three minutes. No, this is for one reason and one reason only.I need to shield myself.

“What would you prefer I say? Should I tell you that if you aren’t wearing those panties in the next minute, I’m going to bend you over my desk and spank that round little ass of yours?”

She doesn’t reply immediately. Fabric falls to the floor in a rustle, and I wish futilely that there were mirrors on the walls. “Okay,” she says. “You can look now.”

I turn around, and my cock turns to steel. She’s wearing the panties and nothing else. Her breasts are perfect, round and firm, and her nipples are puckered and begging for my mouth.

“Show me.” My voice comes out hoarse. “Turn around.”

She does a little twirl, and my mouth goes dry. The moment I saw them in the store window, I knew the panties were perfect for Lucia. They’re short enough that her ass cheeks peek out from underneath the fabric. She looks naughty, sassy, and completely fucking hot.

I need to control myself; I’m practically drooling.

“I believe I owe you a reward.” I crook two fingers at her. “Come here.”

I lift her back onto the desk. Spread her legs. Suck those pertly puckered nipples into my mouth, lap them with the flat of my tongue, and scrape them with my teeth. Her skin is like satin, smooth and impossibly soft, and I could do this all day.

Except I keep catching tantalizing glimpses of her pussy, and I can’t resist. Not much longer.

Pushing the gusset of her panties aside, I bend down and lick her. Arousal jolts through me the moment my tongue touches her sweetness.Fuck me.She tastes like honey and caramel and sin, and I’m already addicted.

I lift her feet off the floor and place them flat on the table to give me better access to her. She’s wet already,wet for me.“You like this, tesoro.” I kiss the inside of her thigh. “You want me to chase you, don’t you?” I catch her clit between my lips, and her head falls back, her eyes squeezing shut. A smothered moon escapes her clenched teeth. “So why not ask for what you want?”

I lean down and swipe my tongue through her folds, and then lightly spank her pussy. She jerks and thrusts her hips into my face.Yes.I clench my hands into fists and fight the urge to plunge my cock into her softness. Not yet. I promised her an orgasm first.

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