Page 66 of Thief

The lift opened, and he stepped out, glanced at his watch. She’d been in her apartment ten minutes. Her routines were fairly predictable, and he reckoned she’d be in the shower. He slid the lock with his knife and opened the door like he had before. He really should’ve sorted the security out for her so creeps couldn’t sneak into her apartment without her knowing.

He listened.

Yep, the shower was running.

He headed for the kitchen, reached into the cupboard and grabbed a handful of rice. Then he limped into her bedroom and scanned around for her biker jacket. He spotted it hurled on the bed along with her trousers, dress and black lace underwear.

He pulled out the small velvet bag he’d witnessed her poking into the inside pocket. It felt wonderfully heavy in his palm, and a slow, wide smile spread across his face. He emptied the diamonds onto the duvet and they caught the morning sunlight, sparkling as if in greeting. But he didn’t have time for admiration. He cupped his fist and poured the rice neatly into the bag and, when it was sufficiently heavy, pulled the drawstring tight and returned it to Kat’s jacket pocket. He arranged the jacket casually and bent to scoop up every one of his precious stones. After dropping them into his own jacket pocket, he pulled the zip tight.

The pipes clanked, signalling the shower turning off.

John took a backward step into the hallway, stumbling over her discarded biker boots. He cursed as his knee twisted, and he heard the bathroom door pull open. Quickly, he slid into the living room out of view.

Kat passed a metre from him—a soft, padding sound as her small feet skimmed the deep pile of the carpet. A second later, the heavenly scents she’d used in the bathroom wafted around him. They filled his nostrils with memories of her delicate body writhing under his. Her velvet hair brushing his face when she sat astride him and the sweet taste of her mouth, her breasts and her pussy when she was open and hungry for him.

What harm would one last time do?

A well of need opened up in him and his cock stiffened in anticipation. One last time, just for the road, seemed like a very good idea indeed.

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Kat bent double and rubbed her hair vigorously with a towel. Her naked behind was slick with body moisturiser and her breasts swung in the stooped position. She felt cleansed of the night’s activities, but something still didn’t feel right. She hoped a few hours sleep would rid the dull ache from her chest. It was probably nothing more than tiredness making her feel so hollow—nothing more than tiredness, and the fact that soon she’d have to pack and get out of her apartment.

Satisfied her hair was sufficiently dry, she twisted the towel into a rough knot, balanced it on her head again and turned to hunt out fresh underwear.

Her heart faltered. Her breath caught.

John.

He stood in her bedroom doorway.

His left shoulder shoved against the frame, weight tipped onto his right leg and one hand shoved into his pocket. His leather jacket was undone, and the impressive bulge in his trousers told her he’d had a good eyeful as she’d bent over in front of him. The expression he wore was unusually dark and arrogant, even for him.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, placing her hands on her naked hips and frowning. She made a point of not looking towards her jacket.

His freshly licked lips tipped into a smile “We deserved a much better goodbye.” His voice held that scraping quality she’d come to adore. It sounded as though it had started so low in his chest it was just an echo that grated through his larynx and scratched out of his mouth

Her nipples tingled and her pussy heated. “Why can’t you ever knock like a normal person?”

“You and me both know there’s not much that’s normal about either of us.”

Kat pulled the towel from her head, tossed it on the floor and reached for an enormous, metal bristled brush. “What did you have in mind?” She began to drag it through her long, tangled tendrils. “As a better goodbye?”

“A game.”

“A game?”

“Yeah, you want to play?”

“Depends on what I have to do.”

“Nothing except lie back, baby. Lie back and enjoy.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“I’m gonna take a shower first.”

“Whatever.” She shrugged and carried on brushing knots from her hair.

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