Page 37 of Thief

“You want it out now?” John asked into her hair.

“Yes,” she squeaked but made no move to release his wrist from between her contracted thighs, her body was still convulsing in utter bliss.

John chuckled and tipped the vibrator forward a fraction.

That was it. Her whole being slumped like a jellyfish, each muscle gave up, only that one spot existed. It throbbed, it pulsed, it sated itself. Her leg fell dumbly to the floor, her hand released his nape and her head fell sideways with a low gurgle of pleasure.

The room went silent as the vibrator stilled.

John lifted his head. “You okay?”

She didn’t answer. A tear tracked down her cheek.

He lifted his weight and eased down to the other end of the sofa. The vibrator was still inside her. Gently, he pulled it out.

She moaned and moved her head but her eyes remained tightly shut, and her bones hung floppy.

Gently John stroked through her damp her swollen flesh. She opened her eyes in time to see him draw his fingers to his mouth and suck on her flavor.

Chapter Six

It was the last full day to pass before the hit. John sprawled on the sofa and waited for Kat to march him off somewhere awful. He groaned inwardly at the thought of more shopping. He didn’t think he’d be able to stand it if that was her plan for the day.

But at ten o’clock, Kat still hadn’t appeared from her bedroom, and there were no sounds of movement. He began to wonder if she’d snuck past him in the middle of the night and left the apartment without him noticing. It would be highly unlikely, but just the same, he felt the sudden need to check on her.

Silently, he moved to her bedroom door, took hold of the handle and gently pressed. The hinge didn’t squeak so he pushed it open far enough to poke his head in.

The room was in semi darkness with only a sliver of daylight sneaking in through the pink flowery curtains hanging at the window. A large double bed dominated the room, and as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he peered closer to see if he could make out Kat amongst the tumble of covers.

It was hard to tell from the doorway so he nudged the door farther and took a tentative step inside. It was the first time he’d been in Kat’s bedroom. He’d taken over the rest of the house, but he’d left her a sanctuary.

The whole room was an assault on his male senses. He’d never seen anything so utterly feminine in his entire life. Because unlike the rest of Kat’s flat, neutral in its decoration, tidy and ordered, everything in this room was pink, fluffy or flowery. Glossy magazines and clothes lay on every available surface, and he had to watch where he stepped because of the assortment of shoes littering the floor. In the far corner of the room stood a long white dressing table covered with bottles, jars and aerosols, along with several hairbrushes of different shapes and sizes and a mountain of makeup overflowing a large wicker basket. There was an enormous silver mirror hanging above the dressing table with several strings of beads and scarves hanging from the corners and a couple of hats perched on hooks.

A delicate, flowery scent hung in the air, and John pulled a lungful into his chest, appreciating its caress through his airways. He heard a small movement coming from the bed. He peered down and saw a little foot with pale pink toenails appear from underneath the frilly covers. Yep, he thought with a smile. She was there. That was definitely Kat’s foot; he’d know it anywhere.

He didn’t think she’d appreciate him lurking in her room so decided to back out while the going was good. He reversed through the abandoned shoes and spotted the black vibrator lying on the floor. He grinned. He would’ve liked to watch her use it, to see if she was brave enough to go for a multiple orgasm without him there to catch her. It made him hard just remembering her body shaking and juddering under him, giving herself up so totally to her climax and to his control.

He shut the door and took a swift, cold shower. Dampened his desires and took his horny thoughts in hand. Much as he fancied another ride inside her, he wasn’t about to force himself on her.

He’d shaved, dressed in his new clothes and made a pot of coffee before she surfaced from her girly pit.

“Morning,” he said from the kitchen as she slunk to the bathroom cocooned in her pale blue dressing gown.

“Mmmm…oh, yeah… Morning.” Kat yawned, barely glancing his way.

Typical, John thought. The only morning he’d been up and ready to go, and she was slouching around in a sleepy daze.

He drank coffee and watched TV for a whole hour before Kat emerged from the bathroom. He caught her on her way back to the bedroom wrapped in a fluffy white towel and a pink one perched on her head like a turban.

“Are we going out today?” he asked.

“No. I fancy a lazy day. I’m tired.”

“Suits me.” John shrugged. He sat back on the sofa and resisted the urge to throw whisky into his coffee. He flicked through the mindless daytime TV channels, thoroughly bored, and soon he found himself dwelling on his missing Porsche and the tiny bag of diamonds that held his future. He pondered on the rough plan he’d formed in his head. It was all a bit hit-and-miss, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He was relying on Kat to have a successful hit and steal a car, and then, on his own ability to follow Carlos.

He was realistic enough to know his Porsche was likely to have been sold on by now and the chances of finding it at Carlos’s place were slim. But despite the passing days, he was optimistic the diamonds would still be hiding within the lining of the trunk. Tucked away, safe and sound and waiting patiently for him to retrieve them. Kat thought she was going to be getting a million quid’s worth, but that was ludicrous. That would be handing over the entire stash. He’d just promised her what she wanted—no, make that demanded—to get her on board with his plan. He’d let her think there was two million when there was, in fact, only one.

He didn’t for a minute think Carlos would be a problem. Kat was scared of him, but John wasn’t. It took a hell of a lot more than a common thug to scare him. He’d taken on a whole lot more and not even got out of breath.

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