Page 2 of Heartthrob

“Just take me back there fast.”

I sit back and think about what I am about to do. I’ve already made up my mind that I’m keeping this little thief. I just have to get to her before the police do. Once the limo pulls up to the house I dismiss the driver and head for the back of the house. I let myself in and make my way up the backstairs. I come up to the bedroom very slowly but still with a sense of purpose. Then I hear the shower running. In the doorway of the room, I find her bag sitting at the foot of the bed. I take it and hide it in the closet before I go to the shower.

I’m met with shiny wet skin gleaming from behind. Her smooth back leads into a tapered waist and flared hips. She has an hourglass figure and an ass that’s just begging for a dick to be in it. I take my time reaching for the towel and remove it so that she has no cover, no way of hiding anything from me.

Then we both hear the sound of a siren that’s closer than I would like. She reaches out of the water and gives me the perfect opportunity to grab her. She gets out a little yelp before I put my hand over her mouth and pick her up. She’s so tiny she’s dangling above the floor as I clutch her to my chest.

“We only have seconds to get on the same page.” She stiffens as I hold her closer. “If they arrest you they aren’t going to let you take the time to dress, understand? Do you want to stay out of jail tonight and not have to take the walk of shame out the door completely naked?” To be honest, I don't know if they would let her dress or not - but I'm betting neither does she.

I give her time to nod for me before I place my mouth back next to her ear. “You just do what I tell you and play along.”

I move over to the door by the dressing room and pull down one of my robes hanging on the back of the door. I’m stuffing her into the thing before she can even blink. I might seem focused but my mind is really on that ass. God damn was it the softest thing I have ever brushed against my dick. It wouldn’t be so soft if it wasn’t made for a dick - my dick.

I pull the girl downstairs as lights come in the windows up front. I throw her down on the sofa and put myself in between her legs. She yelps and puts her hands up to stop me but I grab both of them and hold them over her head.

“Don’t struggle with me.”

“Wh…what are you doing?”

“Keeping you out of jail, now just play along.”

A knock on the door has me peeking over the couch arm and acting shocked to find the two uniformed cops standing there.

“Stay,” I say it loud enough for the two cops to hear as I come over to open the door and school my features. “Can I help you, officers?”

“We were dispatched to investigate because your silent alarm seems to be going off. Was there a breach in your security, Mr. Striker?”

“Oh! Oh shit. I forgot about the silent one.” I smack my head and look back as the two policemen’s eyes go to movement on my couch. Dark brown chocolate eyes the color of sin peer over the side at all three of us. “I, uh, wasn’t thinking when we got in and…well, gee guys I’m really sorry you had to come out here because I forgot.”

“I can see why you forgot…everything.” The younger cop says it and the older one smacks him on the back of the head.

“Sorry, sir. He’s new. What he means is, we understand.”

“Well, I feel just awful about all this. I wish there was some way I could make it up to you guys. Hey,” I pat all down the front of my clothes until I ‘remember’ the card in my wallet. I pull out a card. “Here call this number right here and ask for Julie. She’ll make sure you guys are taken care of. You boys come on out to the premier and we’ll take care of you. I’m really sorry again.”

Once I get them to leave, I turn around and find the eyes of the woman peeking at me. A sense of rightness blooms in my chest at her being in my home.

“Now…where were we?”

She takes off running through the house and out the back door. A smile stretches across my face, one that tells anyone who sees it how I feel about having to give chase. I love the hunt! The last thing this little thief should have done was run from me.

Chapter Three

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Esme

Making a break for it I run out the back. Through the door, around the pool, and down to the beach. I hit the sand about the same time he grabs me and pulls the back of the robe I still have on. He pulls so hard on it that he pulls me out of it and leaves me naked and staggering back. I see him regroup, preparing himself so the next time he reaches for me he can take me down and I take off again.

It doesn’t make any difference. He’s on me. We start rolling and only come to a halt when he’s leaning over me. I continue to struggle and fight against his hold.

“Calm down! Just calm your ass down!” The whip of command in his voice causes me to do what he says. “You better be glad this beach is semi-private. I would be so pissed if the neighbors saw you.”

“Because then they would know what kind of person you really are. Then there would be proof of what you’re doing?” After all, he is holding me down in the wet sand and placing himself in between my legs.

“No! Because I am a man who doesn’t like to share!”

What? He has me pulled up off the sand and stuffed back in the robe before I can even try to decipher what he just said to me. He trys to half lead, half drag me back into the house only to finally give up and just lift me around the waist to carry me to the living room.

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