Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
But theft’s my thing, not murder. For now, anyway.
“There you go,” I say to myself, surveying my little objects. My nipple tingles as my head strays to what Alexan and I did in this closet yesterday. I keep having flashbacks to his mouth sucking my breasts, his fingers driving into me, and that orgasm ripping through my body like a tsunami. I’ve never come so hard in my entire life, and I’m still reeling from it.
I swear, my mouth waters whenever he’s in the room, thinking about what he can do to my body.
But I’ve been a smart girl since then. I’ve kept my distance. Even in bed last night, I curled up in a ball on my side and pretended like he wasn’t lying next to me, shirtless and absolutely glorious. Sleep came eventually, and I dreamed about him kissing me.
Stupid horny brain.
I head back out of the closet. I spent the morning ferrying these things from my dad’s house while Alexan’s been locked in his office. I’m dreading the prospect of another boring afternoon staring at the TV with nothing to do when he finally emerges, wearing a nice suit, and grunts something about heading into work.
“Got an important meeting, honey?” I ask him sweetly.
I like the way he looks at me. His eyes glance down at my little shorts and linger on my chest. He can see my pierced nipple through my thin crop top.
I’ll admit it’s completely on purpose.
He licks his lips and nods. “Something like that.”
“Is this about your promotion?”
“I’m getting to know my team.” He can’t tear his eyes off me. I’m trying not to smile, but I can’t help myself. I’ve got this man wrapped around my finger.
“That’s wonderful. Have a fantastic day, darling.” I walk over to him, and suddenly I’m struck with an idea. I feel it build in my core and bubble up through my body like lava. I should resist—this is the sort of impulsive stupidity that always gets me in trouble—but I can’t help myself.
I slip a hand into his jacket and stand on my toes to kiss his cheek.
He grunts at me in surprise, frowning slightly. Excitement boils in my belly as I pat his ribs and step back.
“What was that for?” he asks.
“Just showing affection for my husband.” I smile as sweetly as I can, hands clasped together.
He hesitates, staring at me, and I wonder if he felt it. But then he turns away, shaking his head, and heads outside. I follow like I’m an obedient, happy little wife and stand in the doorway as he heads down the stoop and walks over to where his BMW is parked beside the curb.
Excitement fills me like soda fizz. This is the feeling I live for. This is why I break into houses and take meaningless treasures.
He reaches into his jacket, frowns in confusion, pats himself down, and then slowly turns to look at me.
I hold up my middle finger, letting the car keys I lifted from him dangle by the ring.
“Missing something?” I ask.
His jaw works. “Very funny. Hand them over.”
“I don’t think so.” I close my fist and step into the house. “I think I’m going to add this to my treasure trove.”
I turn and start toward the steps, heart hammering. I’m being impulsive again, but I can’t help it. I pause and look back, not sure what he’ll do—
When he comes barreling through the door after me, looking like a monster.
God, he’s so fucking hot. His dark eyes glare at me with a mix of joy and rage. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him looking so excited before. And it kind of scares me.
I run like hell. He chases me up the steps, nipping at my heels. I manage to evade him, though he nearly catches my foot. I stumble, slam into the wall, and careen into the bedroom.
He’s right behind me. I angle toward the closet, but he’s moving to cut me off. Instead, I bolt to the left, leap up and over the bed, and I’m nearly on the other side when he finally slams into me.
I gasp in shock as he drills me down to the bed, his arms wrapped around my waist.
“Give them to me now, little thief,” he snarls as I struggle.
“Screw you. These are my keys now.”
“I have business.”
“And I stole them, fair and square.”
“There’s nothing fucking fair about you, Riley.” He gets on top of me, the weight of him holding me down. I grind and struggle, trying to get away, but he’s way too big.
He pins my wrists above my head, and I keep the keys clutched in my hand.
“Mad you got beat by me?” I ask, chin tilted up and a vicious grin on my face. My heart’s beating like a drum and excitement’s driving every inch of me crazy.