To Tempt a Thief 1 (The Billionaire and the Thief)

by Pierce, Sylvia

  She was so wet, so ready for him, her legs trembling as he dove between her thighs and plundered her with his tongue, lapping up her sweet juices. Even with her back against the wall, she was weakening, her body slipping into a state of pure ecstasy.

  Her climax was building, Jared driving her closer to the edge as he licked his way to her swollen clit, teasing and sucking until she could hardly take it.

  “Right there,” she whispered frantically. “Oh God, yes, yes!”

  He pulled away, blowing another soft breath between her thighs. She tugged against the sash around her wrists, but there wasn’t much she could do but submit, relinquishing control of her pleasure to the man who’d promised to take her all the way.

  “Don’t tease me,” she said. “I’m so close.”

  “You mouth says one thing, love. But…” Jared slipped his fingers inside her slick pussy, stretching her wide. “Your body says something else entirely. I think you like being teased, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “But if you want me to stop…” He pulled his fingers out, hovering near her entrance.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please don’t stop. I love it when you tease me. It makes me crazy, but I fucking love it.”

  “Good girl.” He plunged into her again, stroking her pussy with his fingers while he licked the hot, swollen nub of her clit, and then he pulled back, right before she collapsed into ecstasy. Each time, he returned more fervently, lavishing her with deep, forceful strokes of his tongue.

  When he finally sensed her inevitable release, he stopped his gentle teasing and kissed her pussy madly, fucking her with his fingers, harder, faster, harder, faster as he licked and sucked.

  “Yes!” she breathed, her voice a desperate whisper. “God, yes. Yes!” With a final thrust of his fingers, he brought her to euphoria, devouring her flesh as she bucked wildly against his face, her juices coating his lips, his tongue.

  It must’ve been agony for her to be so quiet, but she did it, her body trembling with the scream she’d repressed.

  Jared grasped her hips and slowly rose from the floor, kissing and licking his way from her thighs to her hips, her belly, her breasts. Through the lace of her bra, he flicked his tongue against her nipple, and then bit gently, unleashing another moan of pleasure.

  When he finally reached her face, he pressed a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth, wishing he could see her face in the dark.

  “You okay?” he whispered.

  “More than okay, Stranger.” She leaned into him, wriggling against his body. Her hair came loose from its binds, tumbling down her back and unleashing a decadent floral scent that made his head spin. “Untie me?”

  The moment Jared removed the sash, she wrapped her arms around his neck, threading her fingers into his hair. Her touch was amazing, sending shockwaves of pleasure across his scalp, down his spine, straight to his throbbing dick.

  “I have a question,” she murmured, kissing his jaw as she worked her way down his shirt, unhooking one button after another.

  He was lost in her touch, quickly falling under whatever spell she’d intended on casting when he first caught her in the study. Maybe all she wanted was his wallet, his car keys, his passport… Jared didn’t care. Right now, all that mattered was her lips on his chest, blazing a hot trail down his abs.

  “Anything, love,” he said.

  “Why in God’s name do you have so many clothes on?” She slid the shirt off his shoulders, and then knelt before him, loosening his belt and pants, finally freeing his cock.

  Yes.

  With perfect pressure she gripped the base, her tongue swirling around the tip as she took him into her mouth, teasingly at first, and then greedily, her throat relaxing as she swallowed him deep.

  He ran his fingers into her hair, tugging it lightly, unleashing a soft moan from the woman that almost drove him right over the fucking edge.

  “You really are insatiable,” he panted. His mind was going fuzzy, heart pounding in his chest as she sucked harder, teasing his balls with one hand and stroking him with the other, her lips and tongue so smooth, so perfect.

  Christ, she feels so fucking good.

  More than anything he wanted to see her face, to watch her driving him wild with her tongue, but it was too bloody dark to see anything. Instead he closed his eyes and remembered the sight of her mouth, the way those luscious red lips had sucked on the ice of her gin and tonic. With his hands threaded through her hair, he thrust in and out of her mouth, imagining what her full lips looked like wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down his shaft.

  Fuck, he was getting close, his balls tightening at the thought of coming in her mouth, of the sound she’d make as she took him all the way down her throat…

  “I’m there,” he breathed, warning her of the inevitable, but instead of pulling away, she sucked him harder, deeper, her moans of pleasure vibrating across his sensitive skin.

  “Yes. Oh, fuck yes.” With a final thrust he came so hard he knocked down the coats hanging beside them, shuddering as the woman swallowed him, her fingers trailing gently down his thighs.

  For a long moment, neither of them spoke. It was just as well; Jared couldn’t remember how to form words, and both of them were breathless, panting wildly in the dark space of their forbidden closet.

  When the woman finally rose from the floor, Jared grabbed her by the shoulders, pushed her against the wall, and kissed her, hungry for her mouth, for her lips, for the tongue that knew exactly how to drive him mad. No matter that he’d just spent himself in a hot torrent down her throat, he wasn’t ready to let her go. How could he say goodbye without knowing how it felt to be inside her, to drive her over the edge as he fell right along with her? Already his cock was thickening again, so eager to fuck that slick, hot pussy, desperate to make her come so hard he’d ruin her for anyone else.

  She was still wearing her bra, an accessory that Jared wanted gone. With one hand he unhooked it, dropping it to the floor with everything else that had once stood between him and that delicious cunt.

  Her breasts were perfect, firm and needy beneath his touch, his lips. As the woman ran her fingers through his hair, Jared sucked her nipple hard into his mouth, grazing the stiff peak with his teeth. Her skin was so smooth and soft, like warm velvet beneath his stubbled jaw, and God he needed to be inside her—right fucking now.

  He slid his hand between her thighs, stroking her slick heat, thrilled to discover she was just as eager, just as hot.

  “If it’s all right with you,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  The woman grabbed his wrist, leaning into him again, her tight nipples pressed against his bare chest. Her words were a hot rush in his ear. “If you’re going to fuck me, there’s something you need to know.”

  “What’s that, love?”

  She pulled him close, grinding against the swollen head of his cock.

  “I like it rough,” she said. “Don’t you dare disappoint me.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  ARI HAD NEVER been so bold, so daring with a man before.

  Her lifestyle didn’t exactly lend itself to long-term relationships with decent men, and her ex—a documents forger that Davidson contracted regularly—had tried his damnedest to make her feel selfish for acting on her desires. For even having desires in the first place.

  But tonight, pinned to the wall by this sinfully hot Brit, Ari felt her deepest carnal yearnings blooming inside, desperate to be unleashed, aching to be tamed.

  By him.

  Thank God he came prepared.

  Stroking him until he was absolutely engorged, Ari rolled the condom onto his thick, magnificent cock, her thighs trembling in anticipation.

  “Okay?” he said.

  In response, she wrapped her leg tightly around his hips, positioning herself perfectly for a deep, delicious thrust.

  The man speared her, burying himself to the hilt, groaning against her neck as his cock fi
lled her aching channel.

  Heaven.

  “Remind me again how you like to be fucked,” he teased, dragging his cock almost all the way out, then sliding back into her, inch by agonizing inch. Pleasure surged through her body as she took him in, her eyes fluttering closed, her thoughts drifting away like a wisp of clouds. It was so hot, so deep; she didn’t want it to end. “Soft and slow, was it?”

  “No,” she moaned, though the smooth, decadent feel of him was almost enough to change her mind. Unfortunately, time was not on their side. Ari needed him now, hard and fast, fucking her into delicious oblivion.

  Still buried deep inside her, he palmed her ass, pulling her closer as he grazed her nipple with his teeth.

  “Give it to me hard,” she said, losing herself in the pleasure of his mouth as he bit and sucked her aching nipples, her pussy clenching around him. “Hard and—”

  “Shh! Wait.” He whipped his head around, glancing toward the door. “Did you hear that?”

  Ari listened, her heart hammering in her chest as the unmistakable sound of footsteps approached the door.

  For a moment they remained still, their bodies entwined, everything inside her pulsating and tense.

  And then the world went white.

  The door flew open, flooding their dark hideaway with harsh, accusatory light.

  “You gotta be kidding me.” The security guard stood in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob, the other on his cell. Shooting them a look that could cut glass, he spoke brusquely into the phone. “False alarm. We’re good.”

  Relief flooded Ari’s limbs. Turned out there was a huge difference between the idea of getting caught having sex in someone else’s closet, and the reality of it. Thank God the guard hadn’t called in the cavalry.

  “I thought I made myself clear before,” the guard said.

  “That’s right. You did.” Her man fumbled with his pants, blocking Ari’s naked body from view. “But don’t worry. I can explain everything.”

  The guard laughed. “Pretty sure I don’t need a diagram, sir. Now get dressed, hang up those coats, and get the hell out of here.”

  He slammed the door shut, giving them a few final moments of privacy.

  Bathed again in darkness, fumbling around for their clothes, Ari and her man could only laugh.

  “I knew you’d get me into trouble,” he said, smacking her playfully on the ass.

  “Me? You’re the one who dragged me into the closet and—”

  “And what, love?” He pulled her to his chest again, his hand dipping between her thighs. She’d managed to put on her bra and dress, but her panties were MIA, giving his teasing fingers easy access to her aching core.

  “And touched me,” she whispered. He ran a finger along her clit, sliding down toward her outer lips.

  “Where did I touch you?” Gently he slipped two fingers inside, pumping her with slow, deliberate thrusts. “Here? Like this?”

  “Yes,” she sighed. “Right there.”

  “God, you’re so wet. If this was my penthouse, I’d have you tied up and spread out on my bed by now, begging me to eat this pussy again.”

  Ari whimpered, her legs shaking as he brought her right to the brink. The guard was probably just outside the door, but she didn’t care. Under his expert command, she was weightless, totally free.

  “We’ve got fifteen seconds, maybe thirty before he comes back,” he whispered, running his tongue along her lower lip as he stroked her pussy with his hand. “Can you come for me that quickly?”

  “Yes,” she said. “Please touch me. Make me come for you.”

  He thrust in deeper, pumping her with his fingers, his thumb rubbing her clit faster and faster, heating her flesh. She opened her mouth to moan, to scream, to let it all out, but he silenced her with his hand. She took his thumb in her mouth and sucked, her tongue stroking him as he finger-fucked her harder, faster, and then—

  Oh, God! She came undone again, legs shaking, her cries of pleasure muffled against his hand. He took his thumb out of her mouth and kissed her, hungry at first, and then soft, a gentle brush of lips that sent aftershocks throughout her body.

  Who is this man?

  When they finally opened the closet, they were the picture of composure.

  Well, other than the post-orgasm glow, and the sex hair, and the missing undergarments…

  The guard, who’d been waiting not-so-patiently across the hall, shook his head.

  “Christ, mister,” he said to her man. “You drop two large on a painting of wet grass, and you can’t afford to take her somewhere nice?”

  “Maybe for our next date,” the man said. He slipped his arm around Ari’s waist, guiding her down the hallway that led back to the penthouse entrance.

  The guard followed close on their heels. “A hotel? There’s lots of ‘em in this city.”

  “Good call,” the man said.

  “Maybe a cruise? Ladies love that shit.”

  “Thank you for your input.”

  “Anytime,” the guard said. They’d reached the entrance, and he punched the button to call up the elevator. “Now get the fuck outta here. And have a lovely evening.”

  Ari and the man laughed the entire elevator ride to the ground level, all the way through the lobby, and out onto the sidewalk, where they nearly collided with a hot dog cart.

  “Could this night get any more perfect?” the man asked, beaming at the cart’s telltale red-and-yellow umbrellas. To Ari, he said, “Tell me you’re hungry, and tell me you like hot dogs.”

  “Starving, and I love them.”

  “Then allow me to buy you dinner. Surely our friend the security guard would approve.”

  He ordered sodas and two jumbo hot dogs, all the fixings, just how Ari liked them. Ari didn’t see Davidson’s driver anywhere—he’d probably show up later—so with dinner in hand, they crossed Central Park West and headed into the park toward Strawberry Fields, the incessant hum of traffic soon muffled by the trees. They found an empty bench across from a young guitarist entertaining a small crowd with an old Grateful Dead song.

  “Tell me,” she said to her companion as he wolfed down his hot dog. “How does a proper English bloke like you go from spending two million on piece of art, to eating a dirty water dog in Central Park with me?”

  “Charmed life, I guess.” He blotted his mouth with a napkin, and then flashed her that panty-melting grin. “But you left out the whole middle part of your story, love.”

  “Oh? Which part was that?” She took a bite of her dog, wrapping her lips around the end of it.

  “Yes, exactly that part,” he whispered.

  “You’re the one that left something out. Something out of me.”

  He leaned in close, his lips buzzing her ear. “I can fix that right now, if you’d like.”

  A shiver raced down her spine, settling in her core. Everything felt much more intense without her panties, and between her thighs was a pool of molten heat, still aching for his undelivered promise.

  “Not at the dinner table,” she said, shoving in another bite of hot dog to avoid saying something she shouldn’t. Something like, Take me home and fuck me. Right now.

  “You’re lucky I’m enjoying this gourmet dinner so much,” he said. “Otherwise you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

  After dinner, they stuffed a few dollars into a coffee cup for the singer, and then wandered along the path, snaking deeper into the park. A gentle breeze stirred the leaves overhead, the night air cool and refreshing on Ari’s bare shoulders. It wasn’t yet summer, when the city nights became unbearably sweltering and sticky, and so the park was full of people—couples on dates, bike riders, street performers. At eight o’clock in New York, the evening was still young, and she was relieved she’d made her escape before Davidson’s driver showed up.

  But as much as she’d enjoyed the spontaneous turn of events, it wasn’t long before Ari had exhausted safe topics of conversation. She still wouldn’t reveal her name, or allow him to
reveal his. And she certainly wasn’t going to invent some intricate story about her family, the perfect New York childhood she’d never had.

  Even with his arm around her waist, Ari felt the distance growing between them, the walls rising up around her heart. Her body still longed for his touch, her ultimate desires unfulfilled, and she saw the same look in his eyes—dark and sensual, wondering if they might pick up where they left off in the closet. But she never should’ve let it go that far in the first place. It was a bad idea, and bad ideas usually lead to worse ones. Deadly ones.

  She hated cutting the evening short when it still had so much potential, but for now, with no foreseeable way out of the life her father had given her, she didn’t have a choice. People could get hurt. She could get hurt.

  Back on Central Park West, Ari turned to face him, sliding her hands into his thick, soft hair. He looked at her curiously, a playful question lingering in his eyes.

  Will you stay, or will you go?

  In that moment, a new weight settled on her heart.

  Regret.

  Ridiculous as it was, Ari suddenly wished she belonged to him, this gorgeous stranger. That they knew each other’s stories, that their histories were intertwined. That they always shared hot dogs and listened to musicians in the park on Sundays, and then they went home together, fed the dog, put on their favorite jazz playlist, and had deliciously naughty sex all night long. No interruptions. No hurt. No regrets.

  But that fantasy was crazier than the one that had started this thing.

  There’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here, fucking a hot stranger in a penthouse closet…

  “Thank you for dinner,” she finally said, breaking the spell. She gazed into those honey-brown eyes, unable to look away. She wanted to remember them, remember him gazing at her with smoldering, unchecked desire even as he sensed the inevitable goodbye. “I do believe you’ve changed my mind about these events, Stranger.”

  “Likewise, my troublesome, insatiable wife.” He kissed her deeply, both of them savoring the sweet intensity. God, they’d been so good together…