Caught in the Act: A Jewel Heist Romance Anthology

by Ainslie Paton

  “It’s perfect,” she said.

  “Princess, you can’t touch me like that if you’re not willing to do more.”

  Didn’t he know by now that she was willing to do anything for him?

  She hadn’t realized until he’d spoken that one hand rested on his abs while the other continued to stroke over his tattoo. Maybe this was where the diamond really belonged, on Jake’s skin.

  “Princess,” he warned.

  She slid both hands down his body until she reached the waistband of his pants. She made quick work of the button and zipper, pushing his pants down. His cock sprang from the confines.

  “Commando?”

  She looked up at him and he simply gave a little shrug. The man made her crazy, but she loved every minute of it. She took his solid length in her hand and studied him. He hissed and a small drip of fluid leaked from the tip as she ran her thumb around the bulbous head.

  “You’re playing with fire, babe.”

  She stared him straight in the eye when she gave him the exact same shrug he’d given her. She wasn’t sure if his jaw was clenching in annoyance or to keep himself from laughing. She had a feeling it was the latter, but she didn’t want to get burned too badly.

  She leaned down and took him into her mouth.

  “Fuck, Princess. You gotta warn a guy.”

  She smiled around the massive member in her mouth, which caused him to moan again. She devoured him as best as she could, but she wanted more. Jake’s hands were on her head, his fingers brushing her cheek. She could feel him holding himself back.

  “Do it,” she demanded. “Fuck my mouth like I know you want to.”

  This time, when she went back to work, there was no holding back. Her eyes watered as he thrust into her. With every thrust he got deeper and deeper into the back of her throat, and she had to learn quickly how to react.

  “Fuck, you’re doing great,” he said. “Swallow around my cock. Your mouth is so fucking hot.”

  She wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to tamp down on her gag reflex, but she wasn’t stopping until he exploded in her mouth. She reached around him to grab his ass, loving the way it flexed as he powered into her mouth. When he would’ve slowed down, or not gone as deep, she made it known that she wanted more.

  “Are you sure, Princess? You ready for all of me?”

  She nodded and Jake fucked her mouth even harder. Hell, she didn’t know it was even possible. Above her, Jake hissed and moaned and she was pretty sure even said some real words, though she had no idea what they were. She was too focused on making him come.

  “Here it comes, Ana.”

  His ass tightened under her hands and he thrust once more into her mouth, practically down her throat, as he emptied himself into her.

  He tasted all musky and salty and male. She sucked him back two more times until he pulled himself away.

  “I wasn’t finished,” she said.

  “Oh fuck, Princess. You were. And it was perfect.”

  She tried to hide her smile; she shouldn’t feel this good from pleasing him. But she did. And she wanted to make him feel even better. She wouldn’t mind if he wanted to reciprocate, either.

  As always, Jake could either read her mind or simply knew her that well.

  He sat down on the lounge chair next to her, kicking her aside as he stretched out. She looked around for her bikini but she couldn’t find it. She was pretty sure Jake was lying on it. She hadn’t worn her cover-up down to the beach because she’d only planned on being here a little while.

  Jake reached out and touched her between the eyes. She tried to pull back, but like always he anticipated her move and held her in place.

  “You’re in paradise. What could you possibly have to worry about?”

  She scrubbed the spot where he’d just touched. He was not insinuating she had wrinkles, was he?

  “I...you’re sitting on my bathing suit.”

  “Doesn’t matter,” he said, pulling her off balance. He surprised her and she fell half on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to his big strong body. “You don’t need a bathing suit. This is much better.”

  “What if I want my bathing suit?”

  “You don’t.” How could she have forgotten how infuriating Jake could be? He sighed deeply, like she was the annoying one. “You don’t need your bathing suit because if you are wearing it then I won’t be able to reciprocate.”

  She opened her mouth to argue, because that’s what she did, but then closed it. She hated when he was right.

  “I’m not laughing at you, Princess, I promise.”

  “Shut up.” She couldn’t help smiling. She’d never thought she’d be in Jake’s arms again. They were even warmer and stronger and more perfect than she remembered.

  They lay there in the shade, listening to the birds, enjoying the sea breeze. Eventually, Jake began running his hand up and down her body, from her ass to her shoulder. It didn’t take long at all for her to warm under his touch.

  “You feel good, Ana.”

  “You don’t feel so bad yourself.”

  Resting her chin on his chest, she looked up at him. She still wasn’t clear why he was here, but she was going to enjoy it for however long it lasted. He opened his eyes and peered down at her.

  He really was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Had private security not worked out for him, surely he could’ve gotten a job as a fitness model. She was just about to open her mouth to tell him so, when he flipped them over so he was perched on top of her.

  “What...”

  He leaned down and kissed her.

  This was no gentle kiss. This was a knee-wobbling, toe-curling, it-was-a-good-thing-she-was-lying-down kiss. His tongue pressed into her mouth to battle hers. She nipped at him with her teeth, and he pulled back, biting her lower lip. She would’ve shrieked had she not felt pleasure shoot straight to her pussy.

  He licked and bit his way down her body, to her breasts.

  “I’ve never seen nipples beg to be clamped as badly as yours do,” he said, before pulling one bud deep into his mouth. He squeezed the other until the point of pain. She could feel her wetness seeping from her core.

  Jake thrust his cock between her thighs. Surely he could feel how wet she was, too. She widened her legs, wordlessly begging him to thrust into her, but he didn’t.

  While his mouth moved to her other breast, his now freed hand slid down her body.

  “Please,” she begged, arching against him.

  He slid his hand between their bodies and plunged two of his thick fingers inside her. She flinched up off the lounge chair and he bit down on her nipple, well past the point of pain.

  “Shit, woman,” he said, pulling back. “You’ve got to be careful.”

  It had been a momentary shock, an unpleasant one, but she was over it already.

  “Don’t stop,” she said.

  “Wasn’t planning on it.”

  He tunneled his fingers in and out of her. She could hear her own wetness. With anyone else she would’ve been embarrassed, but she knew Jake loved it as much as she did.

  “I need more.”

  He laughed. Instead of their usual dark brown, almost black, his eyes were a warm amber, like liquid fire, like they’d been at the museum. She could get used to that.

  He left her still slightly sore breast and kissed down her belly button. She spread her legs as wide as possible, anticipation almost as good as what was to come. Almost.

  “Greedy little Princess, aren’t you.”

  “Lick me,” she said. “You know you want to.”

  “More than you’ll ever know,” he muttered.

  She made a mental note to ask him what that meant, but when he lowered his mouth, taking h
er clit between his lips, she forgot everything.

  Everything except his name, which she repeated like a mantra over and over again.

  It was too much and it was not enough. No one had ever known her body this well. He did things to her, made her feel things, she didn’t even know were possible.

  The orgasm she knew was imminent was going to be a doozy.

  “Scream my name when you come for me,” he said.

  She’d do anything he commanded.

  She was so close. One more flick of his tongue, this time remarkably gently, and she exploded.

  As he directed, she screamed his name. Her body coiled like a spring and then her world exploded in an array of tropical colors. Jake didn’t let up at all. He kept licking, fingering, leading her into another orgasm. The world disappeared, the island, the diamond, none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was this man here with her. For as long as he wanted her, she’d be his. She’d always been his.

  When the second orgasm began to wane he removed his fingers, climbed up her body and thrust into her. Hard.

  And her third orgasm hit her.

  Jake owned her, body and soul.

  She’d lost track of how many orgasms she had before finally Jake was coming inside of her. But even then, he didn’t stop. Not until she exploded one more time.

  This time, tears came along with her orgasm. She tried her hardest to blink them back, but it was useless.

  “Ana, it’s okay, Princess.”

  Jake’s soothing tone, his whispered endearments, made her cry harder.

  Shit. She hated to cry. She actually prided herself on staying tear free during some of the hardest points of her life. He held her until she was all cried out.

  “Feeling a bit better?”

  She wasn’t sure, but she nodded anyway, her cheek brushing against his hard chest.

  “Come on,” he said.

  He pulled out of her and quickly slipped into his pants. Then he was right back with her. She wiped at her eyes and blinked back any remaining tears.

  “Can you walk?”

  Could she? She was boneless.

  Jake didn’t give her the opportunity to answer. He bent down and picked her up in his arms.

  “No,” she said. “I can walk.”

  “I know.” He walked right into her small bungalow with no hesitation. “Bedroom?”

  She pointed and he carried her down the hall. She braced herself, waiting for him to toss her on the bed. But the bounce never came. Instead, he lowered her gently to the bed.

  “You okay?”

  She nodded.

  “Good.” He bent down and kissed her on the forehead. “I’m going to take the first shower, okay?”

  He turned and left the bedroom.

  Well, that wasn’t what she’d been expecting at all.

  Chapter Seven

  Sex with Ana never got old.

  Hell, half the time, after just having her, Jake wanted her again. They shared their bodies several times per day, but at the moment, that was all they shared. She’d stopped sharing other things with him, and he didn’t like it.

  He’d been waiting for the perfect moment to give her the diamond, but that moment seemed to be getting further and further away.

  She spent the majority of the past two weeks at the big house on the island with him instead of at her small bungalow. Jake wasn’t sure how she hadn’t noticed that they’d been slowly turning the big house into their home. She’d been the one to pick out new furniture, she’d been the one to pick paint colors and new fabrics for the bed they now shared.

  Though she still called it his bed.

  “Mr. Jake,” Roddy yelled from down the lane. Jake had been sitting on the porch reading the news on his iPad and drinking his coffee. He’d left Ana, completely sated, in bed about an hour ago. Jake got up and met the boy at the bottom of the stairs. Roddy carried a box almost as big as him. Jake took the box.

  “Thanks, kiddo.”

  The boy had become a fixture around the house. At first, Jake had been annoyed by the little boy constantly following him around all the time, but the kid was just so eager to help, his annoyance quickly faded. Jake reached into his pocket and handed over some dollar bills he carried around specifically for this purpose.

  “Nice doing business with you, Mr. Jake.”

  Jake laughed and wondered, not for the first time, what a child of his and Ana’s would look like. If he had his way, they’d find out soon.

  Roddy turned and skipped back up the lane, probably looking for someone else to do business with. The kid was ruthless.

  Jake looked at the return address on the package, a smile blooming across his face. It wasn’t what he’d planned for the day, but the beautiful thing about living in paradise like this was that plans could change at any time.

  “Hey, Princess,” he called, walking into the house. He took the stairs two at a time, eager to dig into the box, eager to see what Ana thought about what he’d purchased. “Where are you?”

  He walked into the bedroom at the same time Ana walked out of the attached bathroom. She wore only a short silk flowered robe and he wondered if she wore anything underneath. He hoped not. That’d make things easier.

  “Got a package.” He dropped it on the end of the bed and muscled it open. “Present for you.”

  “Another one? Jake, you need to stop buying me presents.”

  He smiled but remained quiet. That would never happen. He loved buying things for Ana. Her reactions were perfect. She always acted like every present she ever received was the greatest gift in the world.

  “I bought you a toaster last week,” he said. “Because ours broke. That’s not a real present.”

  She didn’t answer but her eyes sparkled with excitement. “What is it?”

  “Come over and see.”

  He laughed when she hesitated. He rarely got excited about her gifts but couldn’t wait to see her reaction to this box.

  “I don’t like that look in your eyes,” she said.

  He simply dared her with a look.

  She rolled her eyes—damn, he loved when she did that—and crossed the room to the box. He knew she wouldn’t be able to resist too long.

  She opened the flaps and tossed a piece of brown packing paper across the room. Her eyes went wide when she saw the contents, but she reached in and began rifling through them.

  He stood behind her, peering over her shoulder.

  “Goodness, Jake?”

  He laughed and reached around her, grabbing the first box off of the top of the pile. “I love when you act like you don’t swear like a fucker when I’m buried deep inside of you.”

  He opened the bright pink box. He couldn’t wait to try the collection of increasingly larger butt plugs. He played with her ass during sex quite a bit but hadn’t yet tried to take her there.

  Ana pulled out a large flat box. This one had been custom made. He’d commissioned it the morning after he’d been released from police custody. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction. She opened it and gasped. Hell, Jake had to hold back his gasp, too.

  The nipple clamps and matching clit clamp, along with a silver chain that would connect them, were even more beautiful than he’d expected. The sapphire stones sparkled in the light and without even looking at her, he knew they’d match her eyes.

  He tossed the opened plug box onto the bed and took the nipple clamps from the satin pillow they rested on. Holding both in one hand, he reached into her robe and rolled her nipples between her fingers, getting her ready.

  “Jake,” she moaned.

  “Keep looking at your presents, Princess. I’m just going to do my thing here.”

  Once her nipples were nice and erect he made sure the c
lamps wouldn’t squeeze too tightly. Ana was still looking at the contents in the box, though he could tell that her attention was no longer fully on the task at hand.

  He opened her robe and slipped it down her arms to pool on the floor between them. He reached around her again, one arm under her right arm, the other over her left arm. There was no way she could ignore his presence, even though he wanted her to keep doing what she was doing.

  “This is a lot,” she said.

  And he couldn’t wait to break them all in with her.

  She gasped when he placed one clamp on her breasts, loosening it slightly once it was over the distended nub. They’d work up to tighter; he only wanted it tight enough to stay in place at the moment. He attached the other one.

  Ana whimpered.

  “What toy do you want to try first?”

  “I don’t. I want you,” she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder.

  “You already have me,” he said. “Always.”

  Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say, however, because the sound she made wasn’t a happy one. Then she stepped out of his arms and bent down and picked up her robe, putting it back on, tying it. Jake was a bastard for being turned on when she obviously had concerns about something, but the way the silk robe outlined her clamped nipples was almost too much for him to handle.

  She tried to cross her arms over her chest, but bumped into the clamps. She frowned down at her breasts and walked over to the open door leading to the second-floor balcony. Sunlight sparkled on the water in the distance, over the palm trees. Off to the right, she’d just be able to make out the roof of her small bungalow.

  “What’s going on, Jake? Are you leaving?”

  “What? Fuck no! Why would you think that?” He followed her out the door onto the balcony.

  “What’s all this for? If that isn’t a box for someone who’s going to be needing some time to herself, I don’t know what is.”

  At the same time he felt guilty, he laughed. “Princess, those toys are not for you, they’re for us. If you would’ve looked a bit deeper you would’ve seen some handcuffs and silk ties. Do you think I expected you to use those on yourself?”