Taking the Thief

by Steele, C. M.

  “I’m sorry about your parents. But you’ve done an amazing job. I didn’t get to see all of it, but I’m assuming from just what I’ve seen this place is spectacular.”

  “We aim to please our guests.”

  “Even stowaways like myself and my friend. Oh shit, my friend.” I clasp my hands to my mouth. How could I have forgotten about her? I’m a terrible person.

  He takes my left hand from my face and rubs his thumb over the back of my palm. “Calmate. Calm down. Don’t worry about her. Grant told me he was taking her out to dinner tonight while you rested.”

  “Grant? Was that the other handsome meanie?” I ask, letting my attraction let slip.

  “You think I’m handsome?”

  “Yeah, it must be my headache. It’s making my eyes all fuzzy,” I tease. He’s gorgeous.

  “But you said it was gone,” he questions with a smirk on his face.

  “Fine. You got me. You’re hot, but I’m sure you’re well aware of it,” I scoff. He’s hot, sweet, and rich. Women must be flocking to his side.

  “I’ve been told that before, but it’s your opinion that I care about. Although the fact that you think Grant is handsome does set my teeth on edge.”

  “Please, the man was lucky I had a headache, or I would have made a big scene. He’s kind of a dick.”

  “He’s the head of my security and a close friend of the family. He was worried about Marisol. I’m sorry if he upset you. If you want I can kick his ass.”

  Pulling my hand from his, I take another drink of my water as I roll my eyes and scoff, “Mr. Navarro, are you trying to seduce me?”

  “Call me Julian. And not tonight, but I promise to try to seduce you for the rest of our lives.”

  “Nope. That cheesy line isn’t going to work on me.”

  “Very well, but you’ll see that I’m very serious.” I want to believe him, but we don’t know more than a handful of things about each other. We met today by chance or rather someone’s shady doings.

  “I need to call my brother, Julian.” I see him stiffen. “I’ll ask him about her. Will that make you feel better?”

  “You’d do that for me?” he asks, a broad smile making his face sexier. Goodness, I want to taste his soft lips.

  I return the smile, trying to lose the irrational feeling coming through my chest. “You act as if I’m running the gauntlet or something. My brother’s a sweetheart; at least to me he is.”

  “Go ahead, your purse is in the bedroom, but first.” He grabs my hand, pulling me to his chest and brushing his lips against mine. When he lets me go, I’m a fuzzy mess.

  “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” I confess.

  He shakes his head. “I’m the one in trouble. You are trouble.”

  “Well, I am as you say…a thief.”

  “You definitely stole my heart. Go make your call before I keep those lips busy for the rest of the night.” He pats my ass and scoots me along. I can’t believe I’ve just kissed Julian, my what would I call him? He’s holding me captive; I suppose, he’s my captor.

  I head back into the bedroom and close the door. I don’t want Mikhail to get too heated and Julian to overhear. I take out my phone and dial Mikhail’s number. “Please tell me you’re okay,” he answers without a hello.

  “Mikhail, I am fine. A little pissed off, but I’m fine. Mr. Navarro has been polite for the most part. Although, I’m sure he’s wondering why I’m here and his sister is with you. I can’t believe you would send me to your rival just to get with his sister,” I challenge, hoping he’s going to tell me it’s not true.

  “I did no such thing,” he argues.

  I’m thinking about the flight and the changes that were supposedly from him. “I got a message to leave early. It came from your phone and to go to the airport because you were flying out when I was supposed to come to the island.”

  “What the fuck? I didn’t send you any message like that. Someone else set that up. It was probably Navarro,” he accuses. I don’t see him doing that. His genuine concern for this sister, tells me that he had no idea she was missing.

  “He thinks you’re a criminal. I told him you weren’t, but he said you kidnapped his sister.” I’m sure there’s some misunderstanding because Mikhail wouldn’t be that insane to do that.

  “I didn’t kidnap her. Fuck, I just didn’t stop her from getting on the wrong plane.” I close my eyes and sit on the bed. So he’s arguing it on a technicality.

  Julian mentioned that Mikhail was claiming Marisol for himself, then maybe they had a previous relationship or why he’s been out of sorts lately. “I can’t believe you. Is this what’s been wrong with you lately.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with me lately.”

  “Bull crap, brat. Ivan and I know you’ve been zoning out on us when we get together. You can barely keep up with the conversations.” A rush of joy comes into my head, thinking about the guy in the other room. Maybe it’s genetics or something because I’m completely attracted to Julian. “I love you, so if she makes you happy, I’ll do all I can to help.”

  “I’m sorry, Tasha, but yes, Marisol is all I think about. I’m going to marry her soon whether Navarro likes it or not.”

  “Not cool, brat. I’m staying here as a guest of Mr. Navarro’s, and he’s being nice about everything. Don’t do anything too crazy. I just wanted you to know I was okay before you sent an army for me.” I get a little ticked that he wants to upset Julian.

  “Are you really okay?” he questions.

  “Yes, I promise.”

  “I’m going to find out who sent you there,” he promises.

  “Good. I want to know that, too. Julian will want to look into it, too. Have a good night,” I say, ending the call. Heavens, I’m starting to become obsessed with Julian and his well-being. I hope Mikhail didn’t pick up on it. He might have his guys try to take me back home. In less than a few hours, I went from an angry captive to wanting to stay. I’m most definitely losing it. I sit on the plush bed thinking about my feelings for Julian. I don’t know if it’s just he’s hotter than hell, or if it’s more than lust. Even if it’s nothing more than a pure desire to make love, maybe it’s time that I give up my v-card. I wasn’t saving it for anyone special; I just haven’t gotten any tingling feelings until I lifted my eyes and gazed upon Julian Navarro.

  “Everything okay,” he asks through the door.

  “Yes, sorry. I’m coming.” I get up and walk to the door. Opening it, I say, “I should shower then go to bed.” Damn, that came off as practically an invitation to join me. The fierce look in his eyes moves up and down my body, lingering in all the right places.

  “I guess it’s time to call it a night.” He steps into the room, invading my space. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And I’m going to do my best to not envision the water running over your bare flesh, cascading down your large breasts, and washing over your little pussy.” He growls and then turns on his heels. “Close the door, mi amor. Goodnight.”

  Wow, maybe I read him wrong. I close the door and walk into the bathroom. I take a look at my appearance. I’m still wearing the shorts and tank top I came in with. My hair’s a mess, but he just told me I was beautiful. He must not want me because he can’t get passed the whole thing with me being here and his sister with my brother. I undress and shower all the while thinking of his words. He definitely wants me, but he’s holding back. I suppose it’s for the best. I finish up and wrap myself in a thick, cozy towel.

  It’s then that I see a shaving kit on the vanity. My nosy self looks in the drawers. Nothing special inside. I exit the bathroom and look around. I walk to the dresser and see a family photo. I open the closet door and hanging are at least two dozen suits. I back out and realize that I’m in his personal suite. Oh heavens, that means that’s his bed. I lift the pillow and bring it to my nose. A moan escapes my mouth as I breathe him in. With my headache, I guess I didn’t notice it bef
ore, but now I’m very alert to all things Julian. I drop the pillow on the bed and towel of my skin.

  “Where is my suitcase?” I complain while scanning the room. It’s in the corner by the door. I bring it to the large bench at the end of the bed, then I dig through my suitcase to find my slip nightgown. With the heat, these are great to sleep in. After brushing my hair and putting in a braid, I lay down, hoping he’ll want to sleep in his bed, too. As I wait, my eyelids get heavy. I wonder if I’ll wake up with sexy kisses.

  Chapter 6

  Julian

  I just got off the phone with my staff to check on the hotel. Being on vacation is hard for me, but since I had to kill some time before I was too tempted to run into the shower with Natasha and burying my cock deep inside her.

  I give a slight rap on the door, but she doesn’t answer. I’ve been on the phone with my staff trying to get some answers. They believe it was one of her cousins that handed them the passports before exiting the plane. I’m not trusting anyone around her. The fact that she doesn’t respond to my knock bothers me. It’s only been half an hour since I heard the shower shut off.

  When I go in, she’s on her belly in the tiniest pale pink nightie on. She has one leg straight and the other bent that drags the silky material up, revealing the bottom of her ass. Her creamy legs are on full display. I ache to run my hands along them and slide the material over her curves then slip between them and taste her sweet pussy. She stretches just a bit, and I see the edge of her white panties.

  I hold back a groan, rubbing the bulge in my slacks. Her long black hair is in a braid and draped over her shoulder. I want to grab onto it while thrusting into her sweet pussy from behind. The image only makes things worse. I lock the bedroom door, then check the sliding glass door to the balcony. It’s secured as well.

  It’s time for my shower. I take myself in hand, stroking my cock and picturing Natasha begging for every inch of me. As the vision in my head plays out, I’m pumping my hips and fucking my hand. A few more thrusts and I’m coming against the shower wall. Hopefully, this will keep me from touching her.

  I wash up quickly, dressing in the bathroom, so I don’t scare her in case she wakes up. I walk out to go sleep outside her door, but then I hear a faint whisper from the bed. I move to her and listen to her breathe my name softly. I can see she’s asleep, but hearing my name from her lips, pulls me to the bed. I lay down beside her, covering both of us with the blanket and managing to avoid touching her. I close my eyes and do my best to fall asleep.

  ****

  Four hours later, I wake up to the fantastically perfect feeling of Natasha grinding on my thigh. Her small hand rubs my chest, and she moans. I look down and notice she’s still asleep and has no idea that she’s about to make me come. I groan when her hand goes lower, touching the tip of my cock that has slipped through the top of my boxers. Beads of pre-cum soaked my tip and now her hand.

  This wakes her up, and she gasps. “Oh shit, I’m sorry.” She’s as red as a tomato, but I’m so fucking turned on that I’m going to show her how much better than I am in her dreams.

  “Don’t be sorry, Natasha. I’m glad you’re feeling better this morning,” I say with a grin. “You can touch me any time you want. But first, give me a kiss.”

  I lift her up, settling her pussy along my hard cock and pulling her face down to mine for a kiss. She rocks her hips, sending her pussy lips over the tip as I take her mouth.

  “You move again, I might not be a gentleman,” I admit. She’s too much for me to handle I want to claim every inch of her and plant the next generations of Navarros inside of her.

  “Give it to me, Julian. Make me yours.”

  “You’re already mine.” I lift off her nightie, revealing her breasts. Unable to resist then run my lips across her fabulous breasts, sucking one nipple into my mouth, while the other is getting attention from my hand, squeezing and massaging it. I switch back and forth between her large and firm tits. She slides her pussy over my half-covered cock again. With a growl, I shove my boxers down enough to free my cock completely, then push her down my length. I feel her innocence tear, and between the utter pain I know I’ve caused her and the pure pleasure, my ego roars. She cries out, looking down at me with tears in sea blue eyes.

  “I’m sorry, Natasha.” I hold onto her waist and roll us over, so I’m on top. “Do you want me to stop?” She shakes her head and clasps my face with her hands, dragging it to hers and kissing me. I let out a growl, sliding my hand down her waist and over her hip until I cup the back of her thigh. Lifting it, I wrap it over my hip and rock into her womb slowly, letting her feel my thickness tenderly, until she’s ready.

  Leaning down, I slip her hard, pink pebbled nipple into my mouth. Her moans grow as I switch from one peak to the other. Our bodies start to move like they should, each thrust sends me deeper and deeper into her womb, possessing her wholly. “Solamente mía, Natasha. You’re mine, only mine.”

  “Julian,” she whispers, running her fingers up my biceps as I drag my cock slowly out then pound forward. She gasps and arches her back with her hips lifting off the bed. I lean down and steal her breath in a passionate kiss of longing and possession. She welcomes it and begs for more.

  “I’m coming,” she shouts, clutching onto me while her pussy pulls every drop of cum out of my balls. I mark her womb as my own. All the while hoping I left my son inside. I take another minute to kiss her, whispering my love for her. I knew it from the moment I walked into the room, and now it’s final. She’s never going to get away from me. Even if it means pleading and reminding her how perfect we are together. As our breathing returns to normal, I pull back and land stomach down onto the bed, feeling relaxed and pleased. My arm wraps around her waist, tugging her closer to me.

  “Wow,” she sighs contently, running her fingers over my hand.

  “Was that a good wow or damn, did I waste it on him?”

  “A very good wow. Is it possible that I want more and more orgasms like right this minute?”

  “It’s possible, mi amor, but I need a minute.” I turn to my side to look at her and my hard cock starts digging into her thighs. It’s obvious that my cock is in total agreement for a round two.

  “That was a fast minute,” she teases.

  I pin her down with my hands holding hers up above her head. “See what you do to me.” Moving both her hands to one of mine, I reach between us and run the tip against her seam.

  “Please, Julian.”

  “Are you mine?”

  “Are you mine?” she throws back at me.

  “Siempre, Natasha. Always.” I thrust forward claiming her again. Fuck, I’m already on edge. This time though, I want to take my time worshipping her. I want her to remember every touch belongs to her. “You own me, mi amor.”

  Chapter 7

  Natasha

  Mauling him in our sleep wasn’t what I was aiming for, but it sure got the trick done. My body aches in all the right places. Even my breasts have marks from his scruff. I won't even start on my inner thighs. The man is sexy and powerful, holding me down and taking control. Now he’s in the bathroom preparing the bath for me.

  I sigh and smile. Could this be real? I close my eyes and breathe deep, releasing it slowly letting my body relax. “So beautiful.” My eye dart to the bathroom where Julian is standing there in a towel with his broad chest wet from his quick shower. He’s biting his bottom lip while devouring my body with his gaze.

  “I could say the same. You’re so damn sexy, Mr. Navarro.” He growls, and drops his towel, climbing onto the bed and enclosing me in with his larger frame.

  “I could wake up like this for the rest of my life,” he mutters, kissing my neck.

  I sigh, turning my head to give him more access. “Yes, but you wouldn’t get much work done.”

  “Ah, my staff would be happy with a less intrusive boss.” His fingers dip into my tight, swollen pussy.

  “I happen to
like you to be intrusive,” I moan, arching my back.

  “Yes, well, rest assured, I’ll have to make this my full-time occupation. But first, let me get you into the water. I’m sure you’re hurting.”

  “Will you join me?”

  “No other place I’d rather be.” He slides off the bed, pulling me with and lifting me into his arms. He sets me into the water. Then his phone rings. It’s on the vanity. “It’s Marisol. I have to take this.”

  “Of course.” I blush, wondering what his sister would think of me. Oh shit, my brothers are going to flip if they find out that I slept with Julian. “Esperate, que paso?” He just moved outside of the door. “Si, vas a volar aqui?” I can hear him pacing, so I clean up with the soap quickly forgetting about the relaxing part. He comes into the room and tries to hide the distress. “Move over, woman. I’m not letting this moment go.” He steps into the water, sitting behind me and pulling back against his chest.

  “What’s going on, Julian?”

  “Someone has plans to ruin our time together. Your brother’s coming tomorrow.”

  “What? Why? He’s going to want to bring me home,” I gasp, panicking.

  Julian tightens his hold on me. “You’re not going anywhere unless you want to go. You’re mine and if you want to see the world, tell me, and I’ll make it happen, but you’re not going to go with him. Understood?”

  “Yes, but what if he cuts me off?”

  “You are mine, mi amor. That means you can have anything you want. Okay?”

  “This can’t last forever.”

  “Well to our dying days it can. I was serious Natasha. What we did today is just the beginning. We’re in this for the long haul. Can you handle that?”

  “I’m sure I can.”

  “You don’t sound sure. But I want you to know that I don’t waffle on decisions. I didn’t make it this far by changing my mind every minute or in fact pretty much ever. I promise I’ll be your rock when you feel unsure about us or anything. I knew from the second I walked into the room that you were special. Then I carried you in my arms, and I knew I couldn’t get enough of it. Then I tasted your sweet lips and dreamed of so much more. Now, I’ve made love to you, and I don’t know how I’ll ever concentrate on work again.” I giggle. “And hearing the sound of your laugh makes me feel alive.”