Stealing Valentine

by Faye, Madison

  The door to the office crashes open again, the sound of more people tumbling in. The man pinning me to the wall swears silently, his body tightening against me.

  “Goddamnit!” a voice roars from the other side of the hidden door. “Mr. McCue is going to… fuck!”

  Radios blare, voices yell, footsteps cross and crisscross the office floor. And the whole time, with danger this close, and with the gorgeous, dangerous mystery man even closer, my pulse starts pounding faster and faster. I can feel it in my skin, tingling like lightning as he holds me tight. I can feel the wall of the hidden room pressed to my back, and with him looming over me and pressed right against me in the tight little space, the tingling in my skin grows fiercer.

  I know I could yell. But then, I’m as much a trespasser here as he is. That and I’m the one with a priceless diamond necklace around my freaking neck.

  …The optics on trying to play the damsel in distress card here are pretty fucking bad.

  My pulse races even faster, and I go to squirm against him, when suddenly, I feel it. I feel it, and my eyes go wide in the darkness.

  At first, I refuse to believe it. There’s no way it’s what I think it is. It’s something in his pocket, right? It’s a tool of some kind.

  Oh, it’s a tool alright.

  I squirm again, but this time, lack-of-experience or not, as I rub against him with his body pressing me into the wall, I know what I feel. And I gasp quietly.

  The big, thick erection bulging the front of his suit pants presses into me, throbbing like a muscle as I squirm. And God is it big. I can feel it pressing into me from my belly-button all the way down between my thighs. And when I squirm against him once more, suddenly, I feel something else. And this time, I can’t even stop the gasp that tumbles from my lips.

  Through his thin dress slacks, the huge, bulbous, swollen head of him presses right against the front of my panties, right through my skirt. His thickness throbs against me there, and that would be cause enough for me to gasp. Except, there’s something else. Something that makes the feeling even more intense.

  …Diamonds.

  Or to be specific, the two marble-sized, smooth, blueish-white diamond Whistler earrings that I slipped under my dress and into my panties the second I heard someone about to barge into the office earlier. The ear-hooks themselves are hooked into the lacy edge of my panties, with the two huge, smooth diamonds tucked between the fabric, and… well, my pussy.

  And right now, with his huge erection throbbing and grinding into me, it’s rubbing those two big smooth baubles right over my clit.

  The voices out in the office melt into the background. The sounds of radios squawking and footsteps crisscrossing the floor fade away as he presses into me. He shifts, and when one of the smooth stones rolls over my clit, I gasp sharply.

  “Shh,” he growls into my ear. “Quiet, princess.”

  Except that voice in my ear, with his breath hot and teasing across my exposed neck only makes me gasp again, my body shuddering against him.

  His hands slide to my waist, pushing me hard against the wall behind me as he pins me tight with that huge body of his. His bulge pulses against me, and when he moves again and those goddamn earrings slide wetly over my clit again, a tremble teases through my whole body.

  He goes still, and my face burns hot as I swear I can hear him grinning.

  He knows.

  He knows I’m wet, and I know he can feel the heat radiating out from between my legs against his rock-hard cock. He can feel me squirming, and when I feel him lean close and growl right into my ear, I tremble under his grip.

  “Better keep still, sweetheart,” he rasps into my ear.

  I bite my lip, squeezing my eyes shut as the forbidden pleasure teases through me. Heat pools between my legs, soaking my panties as his swollen cock throbs against me and the earrings roll over my clit like the two most expensive little sexy toys in history.

  He moves again, his hips grinding tighter, and I know damn well he’s doing it on purpose. I pant quietly, my knees shaking, my eyes squeezed shut against the forbidden heat shivering through me. His enormous bulge pulses against me, and my whole face burns, knowing I’m literally seconds away from being so wet that it’s going to drip down my fucking thighs.

  This is wrong. This is insane. But God help me, I can’t stop the feelings.

  …And I don’t want to.

  The heat grows hotter, and fiercer, and my breath comes rasping, not even caring if he can tell anymore. He growls into my ear, his hands tightening on my hips as we rock together against the wall, until suddenly, he pulls away.

  I gasp, jarred out of the forbidden pleasure like he’s just poured ice water over me. I blink in the darkness, panting, trying to catch my breath and stop my spinning head, when I realize the office is quiet. The man pauses before suddenly, he slides the hidden door open.

  The office is empty.

  “Time to go, princess,” he growls, grabbing my arm and yanking me breathless and red-faced out of the hidden room.

  I’m so worked up, and I can feel the forbidden heat still burning through me, even as I want to scream “what the fuck is wrong with you!” at myself.

  “Wait, go where—”

  I gasp as he suddenly lifts me up, my heart jumping into my throat as the guy freaking tosses me over his shoulder. And before I know it, he’s striding from the room carrying me like some sort of caveman’s conquest.

  “Are you crazy?!” I hiss, kicking at him. “Put me down!”

  The man says nothing, striding down the hall faster as we hear footsteps coming up the staircase down the hall. He jogs around the corner of the hallway, carrying me like I weigh nothing at all as he makes a beeline for the service elevator at the end of the hallway.

  “I said,” I spit again. “Put me the hell down!”

  He’s silent as he jabs the elevator button. Silent, dominant, and hot.

  “I don’t think you’re listening!” I hiss. “I could scream, you know!”

  “Yeah?” His voice sounds half amused.

  “Go ahead. You want the guards to find us?”

  “Says the man kidnapping me?!”

  He just chuckles.

  “You want to play innocent bystander, princess?” He swings me off his shoulder, planting me against the elevator doors with his hand flat against the doors to either side of me.

  “Sure, let’s play that game. Go ahead and scream. And when they do show up, you can tell them why you’ve got a quarter billion of diamonds from behind a locked, theft-proof case hanging around your neck. I’m sure they’d love to hear it. Shit, so would I.”

  I glare at him, my pulse still racing.

  He grins smugly. “That’s what I thought.”

  I gasp as the service elevator doors open behind me, and suddenly, he’s ushering us in and jabbing the close door button. The elevator drops, past the first floor of the sprawling mansion and down into the basement and the underground garage. The doors open, and I’m half expecting him to toss me over his shoulder again. But this time, he just grabs my hand in is huge one and pulls me after him.

  We race past Martin’s sports cars, past the cars of the other guests of the dinner party, until we get to a jet-black Mercedes. The man who still has my pulse racing and lightning teasing over my skin pops the trunk, turns, and looks at me.

  “Uh, what?”

  “Get in.”

  My eyes narrow at him. “No fucking way.”

  “In. Now.”

  “How about go fuck yourself?” I spit back, crossing my arms over my chest.

  He grumbles, his brow creasing as his sharp blue eyes rake over me.

  “I’m on the guest list. I was invited here, and they know who I am at the front gate. They don’t know you. Let me guess, you broke into the grounds and snuck in with the caterers?”

  I purse my lips, and he half-grins a smug smile.

  “See, you couldn’t get in with the catering staff, because the company runs
background checks. So, you got yourself into the house past security and then pretended to belong. That sound like I might have it right?”

  I chew on my lip, glaring at him petulantly.

  Goddamnit he’s good. And smart. Because he’s entirely right.

  “So, you broke in, you waited, you joined in during the chaos of the pre-dinner cocktail hour. You snuck away…” his hand comes up to stroke his jaw. “I haven’t figured out how you got into the case yet.”

  I smile petulantly. “A girl has to have some secrets.”

  “No, a girl has to get her bratty ass in this fucking trunk, now.”

  I glare daggers at him. In the background, we can hear the squawk of walkie-talkies and the alarm still blaring.

  “Now, princess,” he hisses.

  My lips purse. My stomach knots. My pulse races.

  “Fine.”

  I spit the word, slapping his offered hand away and climbing into the trunk myself, heat blushing through my cheeks. He looms over me, hands on the door looking down into the trunk of the Mercedes.

  “All cozy?”

  “Fuck you.”

  He chuckles, his eyes burning right into me.

  “You going to be okay back here all alone?”

  “What do you care?”

  He grins.

  “I’m just curious what you’re going to do this time when you get all hot and bothered with no one to rub that wet, needy little pussy against.”

  My jaw drops, and my face burns hot as fire as he grins and closes the door to the trunk, burying me in darkness.

  The car rumbles to life, and my face is still blooming red as he takes the car out of the garage. My pulse is still racing as I half-listen to the sound of him bribing the guy at the main gate. And my whole body is still tingling with teasing, temping, forbidden heat as we roar away from the mansion, two-hundred-and-forty-million dollars’ worth of diamonds hot against my skin, and one very soaked pair of panties wet between my thighs.

  Chapter 3

  Dutch

  My hands grip the wheel like I want to tear the fucking thing right off. My knuckles whiten, my jaw grinding tight, my blood pumping like diesel through my veins.

  I almost broke.

  Back there pressed tight to her in the dark of that little room, I almost snapped. I almost let the fire and lust roaring through me completely off the chain. From the moment I touched her to the second I felt that hot, wet heat between her pretty thighs. Job-stealing, plan-ruining little brat or not, one second was all it took for me to crave her. I wanted her the second I walked into that room. But feeling her heat and listening to that little hitch of her breath in that hiding spot almost broke me.

  I have no idea how I held back, How I managed to not crush my lips to hers, or to taste the soft skin of her neck. How I managed to stop my hands from shredding her clothes off and feasting on her tight young body. I mean fucking hell, I swear I could smell her little pussy in that dark room. And I know she could feel how fucking hard I was. Hell, there’s really never hiding it when I’m hard, and with her pressed so tight to me like that?

  Oh, she felt me alright. My little plan-ruining tease could feel every damn inch of me throbbing hot and hard against her slick, eager little pussy.

  Good.

  Let her know how hard she makes me. Let her pussy get all wet and hot and bothered at the feel of me. Let her try and hide those gasps from me and hide the throb of her pulse under that smooth, soft skin. Let her try and convince herself she’s not getting soaking wet over the feel of me pressing against her.

  Let her try and lie to herself. Because in the end, we both know what we felt back there. It’s the reason she’s with me. If I’d wanted to leave there alone with just the jewels, believe me, I would have. The necklace would be easy enough to take from her. And those earrings? Please, she didn’t fucking swallow them. And there’s only so many places she could be hiding them on her person. It’d have been easy enough to take those from her before I left the grounds and entirely blew my cover.

  But I didn’t. I took her too. Why? Why would I ruin a year’s worth of planning, and waiting, and biding my time? Why would I drop all of that in an instant?

  Easy.

  Because nothing in this world has ever felt like it felt when those big green eyes of hers locked with mine. Because just laying eyes on her the second I stepped into that room—her turning quickly, her cheeks flushed, her lips so plump and inviting, her delicate fingers tucking a loose strand of that long chestnut hair back behind her ear?

  Because all of it sliced into me like a goddamn knife. Because one look and I was lost.

  For her.

  And now she’s etching her way under my skin like a tattoo. She’s laid hands on something inside of me like a thief in the night. She’s drawn me into her, gotten me addicted like a drug I don’t want to quit.

  One fucking second and I knew. Five minutes in dark with her writhing against me sealed the deal, but trust me, I knew it the second I walked into that room. I knew with one look, even before I knew she’d beaten me to the job that I wasn’t leaving there with just diamonds.

  …I was taking her too.

  So that’s why she’s with me. That’s why I’ve taken her. Because she’s mine now. I came for the Whistler diamonds. But I found her too. And now, I’m taking the whole pot.

  My jaw clenches at the memory of her body writhing against mine. The feel of her hips rocking into so subtly—trying to hide her desire but failing. Fuck, I could feel the slick heat of her right through both of her clothes and knowing how goddamn wet her panties must’ve been had me ready to shatter the last of my control.

  I barely hung on. If for nothing else because getting caught would stop me from taking her—from tasting her. From stealing her away and tugging those soaked little panties off with my goddamn teeth.

  And now, I’m done hanging on.

  Chapter 4

  Dutch

  It isn’t a far drive—barely ten miles from Martin’s sprawling mansion. The tires crunch as I pull into the driveway of my own old-money, lavish shore home.

  Well, it’s not mine. Technically, it belongs to Dr. and Mrs. Weissman. But the good doctor and his wife winter in Palm Beach, and quite frankly, for a house worth twenty mil, their security system sucks. So, for now, that makes it my home.

  …Why yes, there is a pattern here of me taking things that don’t belong to me. A shrink would have a field day with me, I’m sure.

  I pull up to the big front door of the pace and cut the engine, stepping out and heading for the trunk with this barely contained hunger that roars through me. She glares at me as I pop the trunk, shooting me that fierce little look she gave me before. Except all it does now, same as it did before, is get my cock pulsing and my balls tingling. All it does it rattle the cage of the beast inside of me who wants to break free and just take her.

  “We’re here.”

  I pull her out delicately, setting her down gently on the crushed-shell driveway at the foot of the stops up to the grand front entrance of the old mansion.

  She arches a brow as she dusts herself off, glancing up at the house.

  “There’s no way this is yours.”

  “I’m borrowing it.”

  She rolls her eyes.

  “And are the owners aware that you’re borrowing their house?”

  “Is Martin McCue aware that you’ve got two-hundred-and-forty million of his diamonds on you?”

  I smile sarcastically.

  “You really want to start throwing rocks, sweetheart?”

  She frowns, holding back for a second but eventually following me as I make my way up the steps and unlock the door. I usher her in, watching her jaw drop as we step into the enormous house I’ve claimed as my own for the time being. She follows me through into the big living room with gorgeous views of the ocean and an enormous fireplace.

  I come to a stop in front of a big plush couch and turn to her, my lips curling in a smile.
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  “Strip.”

  She blinks.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me.”

  She blushes before it like she catches herself and remembers to scowl at me.

  “Um, go fuck yourself?”

  “I can do it for you, or you can do it yourself.”

  “It’s not happening.”

  I smile. “Trust me, it is.”

  “Look, you can see the necklace right here—”

  “I’m after the earnings.”

  She bites her lip, giving me a hard look. “I told you. I swallowed those.”

  “No, you didn’t, sweetheart. And I’m going to find them. Or, you can be a good girl and just hand them over. But princess?”

  I step into her, and she swallows, stepping back. The backs of her knees catch on the edge of the couch, and she gasps as she tumbles back onto it, her skirt riding up her smooth thighs. The flush on her cheeks blooms pink, her big green eyes darting over my face wildly.

  I lean down, my hands on my knees and those big green eyes blazing into mine.

  “If you don’t, trust me, I’ll find them.”

  She blushes fiercely.

  Like I said, there’s not a ton of places they could be hiding. It’s not an elaborate outfit, and it hugs her curves in a way that has my cock aching to peel it from her skin.

  …But I’m going to take my time. I’m going to enjoy this part.

  “Shoes first.”

  She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip as I gesture with my chin at her stilettos.

  “Shoes, princess.”

  She grumbles, reaching down and slipping them off before she shoves them at me. I chuckle to myself. As much as she’s trying to give me that petulant, bratty little rebellious look, I know damn well it’s just a desperate cover for how much she wants this. That flush on her cheeks and the way I can see the faintest hint of hard little nipples through her top tells me all I need to know.

  I pluck the shoes from her with one hand, reaching back with my other and pulling my knife out of my back pocket. Her eyes go wide as the switchblade pops out, but when I start to use the point on the inside of the shoes, her jaw drops.