Page 20 of Thief

Kat frowned and jerked from his grip.

“You haven’t been on a bike before, have you?” he said, marching down a short ramp towards rails of biker gear.

“No. But there can’t be much to it. If you can do it, then I’m sure I can.”

He reached for a pair of size sixteen leather biker trousers and a matching jacket from the first rail they came to. “Go put this on,” he said as he thrust them at her.

Kat ignored the hangers he held. She reached for size tens in the exact same style.

John watched her turn and walk towards the changing room, nose in the air and little ass wiggling.

He selected some leathers for himself and, without bothering to try them on, paid for them and the bike and waited for Kat to come out the changing room.

After ten minutes of hanging about he’d changed into his own new stuff and browsed all the accessories. Impatience began to bubble and he called through the curtain of the changing cubicle tucked in the corner of the shop. “Hurry the hell up, will you?”

“Hang on,” she shouted back. “Nearly done.”

John rolled his eyes in apology to the young cashier idly scratching at a spot on his forehead with a pencil. It didn’t matter to him how long she took, but John was keen to get going. He was hungry, real hungry, and he hated having an empty stomach almost as much as he hated not having a whisky on board.

Finally, she appeared from behind the thick navy curtain. “Well,” she asked, giving a jaunty tip of her hip. “What do you think?”

The young cashier froze, and his eyes widened.

Tight black leather really worked on Kat’s hourglass figure, and to top it off, she’d teamed the outfit with knee-length black laced boots. She’d left the jacket zip undone far enough to expose her impressive cleavage supporting her usual diamond necklace.

It was all John could do not to let his jaw hit the floor. He stared adolescent like. Kat looked stunning in the shiny, black outfit. Every curve of her body accentuated and squeezed.

She strutted over, her hips rolling with each step, not stopping until she stood as close to him as she could get. “What do you think? Are these too tight?” she asked sweetly, her eyes sparkling. “Does it suit me?”

“You know damn well it does,” John said irritably.

A satisfied smile tickled her glossed red lips as she flicked her hair over her shoulders. “You approve then?”

John’s nostrils flared. He opened his mouth to speak but glanced at the cashier and shut it again. Lightning fast he reached down and grabbed her tight round behind and pulled her to the balls of her feet. Pressed her against his hard body so she’d be in no doubt he liked her—liked her a lot—in skin-tight leather.

He leant his head and spoke into her hair. “Be careful, Pussy Cat, ‘cause if you’re going to play sexy little games with me, your nine lives will get used up pretty damn quick.” He jerked her harder into his erection. “In fact, I reckon two have gone already.”

“I’m not playing games.” She kept pressed against him, un-intimidated and still smiling.

“You’re teasing me because you know it’s safe in here,” he whispered and nodded at their captive audience, the gangly youth. “There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Now who’s scared?” She raised her eyebrows.

“What are you talking about?”

“There is something I can do about it.” She licked her lips. “If you want me to, that is.”

John’s forehead furrowed. What the hell was she on about?

Kat twisted out of his grip. “I might need a hand,” she said “getting out of this tight gear.” She gave him a loaded look before turning and strutting back to the changing cubicle.

She went to pull the curtain across but his hand was already on it. He wrenched it to one side.?

She looked up at him and swept her tongue over her bottom lip. “Come in.”

“You’re playing with fire,” he snarled. His erection was ready to burst out of its confines. The way her butt wiggled as she walked in that leather had him boiling with lust.

“Shut the curtain behind yourself,” Kat said smoothly.

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