Page 34 of Thief

John raised an eyebrow. “But you’re not going to apologise for stealing my car, because in case you hadn’t noticed, that’s what’s really rattled my cage.”

“No, that’s my job. But…” she paused and treated him to dazzling smile, “I will help you get it back. After all, thieves like us should stick together.”

John knocked down the last of his drink.

“Till we’ve got the loot,” she added. “And then you’ll leave?”

“That’s the deal,” he said. “And I’ve bought you a present to remember me by.”

“A present?”

“Yeah,” his voice turned gravelly, “but it’s a present with a condition.”

“I don’t know if I like the sound of that.” She gave a nervous huff.

“You will, Pussy Cat, trust me, you will.” He slid his hand up her smooth bare leg, over her knee and came to rest just below the thin hem of her short skirt.

“So what’s the condition?”?The tips of his fingers shot streaks of heat to her belly. She considered squirming, but his hand felt strong and sure, and she decided she liked the feel of his warm skin on hers.

“I get first play.”

“First play?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you mean?”?John reached down the side of the sofa and retrieved the brown bag from the sex shop.

The paper crinkled like a crisp packet in the silent room as he reached inside. From it, he pulled a long black vibrator. It was shiny and ridged with wormy veins. The head was thick and over defined, and it had a small attachment near the base, a stalk with two tiny ears.

Kat wondered which way round the attachment went. Was it for her anus or her clit? With John, she wasn’t sure. A shiver of delight tickled its way up her spine, and she wondered if she might go along with both options.

“Well?” he said.

Kat looked at his profile again. The sun had shifted and was directly behind his head through the patio doors. She couldn’t make out his expression, just the hard lines of his jaw and his buzzed hair outlined by the silver white light.

“So I get first go?” he asked quietly.

She swallowed and felt heat pooling between her thighs. The thought of John using the vibrator on her was a massive turn on. She was still thinking of the DVD titles and the woman’s enraptured face on the one she’d stolen.

“Say yes,” he murmured in a voice that flowed over her skin like syrup. “I owe you an orgasm after the Kawasaki dealership.”

Kat bit her lip. She would prefer to take it to her room and experiment on her own. She’d never tried a vibrator before, never had the opportunity.

“You can’t have it unless you stick to the condition.” John went to put it away again as if reading her thoughts.

“Okay,” she said quickly before she changed her mind. She couldn’t see his face but sensed his smile of approval.

His fingers travelled the few inches under the hem of her skirt and stroked over the silk gusset of her knickers. “Take these off then.”

Kat throbbed at his bold touch and sucked in a nerve steadying breath. She raised her hips and wriggled the elastic of her thong. As soon as the scrap of material was at her hemline, John reached for it. He pulled it over her knees and looped it over her ankles. He held it up to the sunlight. “I can’t believe you wore such a tiny pair of knickers with that short skirt.”

“Nobody knew.”

“If I’d known, I wouldn’t have been able to resist a cheeky grope.”

Kat pushed her knees together. “Do you think I would have let you?”

“Yes.” He slipped his fingers into the slight gap at the bottom of her thighs and exerted a gentle pressure. “Somehow I think you would have.”

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