Thief of Hearts Boxed Set

by Doreen DeSalvo

  “How does it feel?”

  More exciting than I’d ever imagined. “It’s freezing. My nipples are hard.”

  “Show him. Pull your bra down and get him salivating, baby.”

  No way. This was daring enough as it was.

  Heart in her throat, she kept her eyes averted as she walked past the man. He barely glanced at her, and his gaze never dropped below her chin. From the well-coifed look of his hair and the trendy combination of lime green shirt with teal suede jacket he wore, he might be gay. Well, Jake hadn’t been specific about that.

  As soon as she passed him, she laughed with exhilaration. “I did it.” And she felt ridiculously proud of herself, too, even if she hadn’t gone as far as Jake wanted her to.

  “Good job, baby.”

  Her hands were still shaking, but she managed to surreptitiously button her blouse, then tilted her wrist to look at her watch. Her afternoon was open, but a ton of paperwork would keep her at the office all night if she didn’t get to it. She picked up the pace, walking briskly toward her office, feet on autopilot. “I have to get back to work. Will I see you later?”

  “I guarantee it.”

  She smiled. “How was your day?”

  “Fine, up until you blew me off.”

  Before she could make a pun about blowing him, he spoke again. “I got a temp job on a construction crew. They want me back all month.”

  “That’s great!”

  “Don’t go all cheerleader on me, Kate. But yeah, it’ll be good to have some cash. I’ll have to find someone to spend it on.”

  She frowned. Last night he’d hinted at monogamy. But for how long? He’d been in prison for three years. No doubt he’d fantasized about all sorts of women. Women who were willing to show their asses to strange men in public. Women who were up for any kinky game a man like Jake wanted to dish out. Women who were free for sex in the afternoon…or anytime he wanted it. Her stomach twisted.

  No point in acting all possessive. That was no way to keep a man like him happy. “We can spend a little tonight, if you want.”

  “Definitely. And then I’ll punish you for taking so long to show your breasts to that guy on the wall.”

  She skipped up the steps to the front entrance of the Hall of Justice. “What kind of punishment do you have in mind?”

  He chuckled. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

  The security guard gave her a wave at the metal detectors. She strode through the archway without a pause, then joined the small group boarding an elevator.

  “I have to go now. I’m almost back to my office. Call me around five so we can arrange a time to meet for dinner?”

  “Will do. But prepare yourself, Kate. The minute I see you, I’m going to punish you for resisting.”

  Her cheeks heated. No one in the elevator could have heard him, but she still looked around self-consciously. One young lawyer had earplugs in his ears, the twisted cord incongruous against his gray three piece suit. The woman in the back had her eyes closed, catching a few winks where she could. The other two occupants were casually dressed in jeans and T-shirts, looking impatiently at the lighted panel that showed the floors passing by. One of them clutched a jury duty summons. No, no one was paying attention. “Um, OK. See you later.”

  “Later.”

  She pressed the End button and slipped the phone into her purse. When the elevator stopped at her floor, she walked down the long row of cubicles and offices. This late in the day, her co-workers were busy preparing for tomorrow’s early court appearances. Heads down, faces intent on computer monitors, ears plastered to phone receivers or covered with Dictaphone headsets. None of them would ever guess that she’d just opened her blouse to show a complete stranger her breast. Not straight and narrow Katherine Kern. As she walked to the far corner where her office was located, no one looked up.

  A stack of file folders greeted her from the inbox. Where had they come from? Just what she needed—a ton of boring work to keep her mind off of Jake and all his kinky promises.

  As she rounded the desk, the door clicked shut behind her. She looked up in surprise.

  Jake stood there with one hand on the doorknob, eyes gleaming and a sultry smile on his lips. “Ready for your punishment?”

  Chapter Five

  Her heart beat so fast, she barely heard the lock click over the thundering blood in her ears. “What are you doing here?”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “I just told you.” Like a panther stalking prey, he moved slowly around the desk.

  She resisted the urge to back away from him. “I have work to do.”

  When he put an arm around her waist, she bent back and tried to step away, but he held her tight. “You have time for this.”

  One kiss would be fine. The door was locked, after all. If someone knocked, she could pretend it was locked by accident. His face lowered; she closed her eyes, lips parted in anticipation.

  Whack! A stinging slap on her rear made her jump. “Oh!”

  The bastard was grinning down at her. She pushed hard on his chest, and he released her. “Jake, someone will hear!”

  “Like I care.” He took a step closer and reached out to grip her forearm. “You disobeyed me, Kate. You know you deserve to be punished for that.”

  God, she didn’t want to be turned on by his macho power play…but there was no denying the rush of heat between her legs. “If we were anywhere else, I’d go along with it.” She forced herself to speak normally, but low. Whispers behind a closed door would get too much attention. “But I can’t afford to have someone catch us, Jake. It would be the end of my career.”

  “Lift up your skirt. Show me that you didn’t put on panties.”

  It was like he hadn’t heard her speak. Arrogant jerk. But the best way to end this quickly was to give in to him—at least to a small degree. Reaching down, she lifted the hem of her skirt to her waist, baring her thighs and abdomen to his gaze.

  He gave a terse nod. “Very good. I’m glad you listened to at least one of my instructions.”

  She dropped her skirt, but he caught the hem and pulled her toward him. Awkward, off balance, she took a few steps as he drew her to the chair. He sat and pulled her down until she fell into his lap.

  She pushed against his shoulders, but it felt like moving a mountain. “Jake, no. You’ll have to save this until later.”

  In answer, he ran a hand up her thigh and cupped her sex. “Did you think about me today?”

  Heat bloomed in her cheeks. “Yes.”

  A lazy grin spread his full lips. “You look embarrassed. What did you think about?”

  Now wasn’t the time to give him encouragement. “Looking for an ego stroke?”

  He chuckled. “Some kind of stroke.” His eyes didn’t waver from hers, not even when inquisitive fingers explored her crotch. “Did you think about the way I fucked you on the kitchen table?”

  Crude words always made her blush, but he’d tease her if she admitted her fantasy. “Maybe.”

  “You wanted more, didn’t you?”

  Two could play at this game. She nodded and gave him a sultry smile. “I had to satisfy myself later.”

  Like lightning, his smile turned into a fierce scowl. One finger flicked hard at her clit, and she bit her tongue to stop the whimper. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

  He had to be kidding. But no, his expression was stone cold sober. “No,” she whispered.

  “This pussy belongs to me, Kate.” He squeezed tight, until she tried to shift her hips away from his punishing grip. “This is mine, to use as I see fit.”

  She wriggled on his lap, feeling the hard length of his cock. At least he was as turned on as she was. “And is your cock mine?”

  The warm hand left her sex; he gripped the back of her neck with enough pressure to threaten, but not enough force to bruise. Her pulse speeded up, thumping against his thumb.

  His brown eyes were so deep, so unfathomable, she couldn’t look away. Fo
r a long moment, the only sound in the room was her heartbeat. His lips twisted when he finally spoke. “Hell, no. I just use it on you when the mood strikes me.”

  Her heart bled a little. “Is that all I am to you? A fuck toy?”

  His thumb snaked across her jaw to toy with the corner of her mouth. His expression was impossible to read. “Right now, you’re a disobedient one. You know what I expect from you.”

  Obedience. Submission. And she wouldn’t object, provided he didn’t risk her job. Agreeing would get him to leave faster than an argument. “I’ll be good.”

  “Why don’t I believe you?” His hand stroked down her back. “Stand up.”

  Her knees shook, but she stood in front of him and waited meekly. If he didn’t get out of here soon, she’d throw him out.

  Without a word, he picked her up and settled her face down, torso draped across his knees. Her head dangled at an uncomfortable angle, so she put her hands on the floor to get some support. “What do you think you’re—”

  Whack! The slap on her bottom stung, even with the wool of her skirt muffling the impact. Of course he pulled up the fabric for the next one. Whack!

  She arched her back, struggling to lift off of him. “Jake, stop.”

  He pushed her shoulders down with one strong hand. “Where did you jack off, Kate?”

  With her head upside down, blood rushing to her brain, she could barely think. “In the restroom.”

  Whack! “What did you think about?”

  “You.” If she told him she’d thought about servicing him and another man, he’d be furious. Some things were meant to be kept secret.

  Whack! “Tell me the details. I need to know just how bad you were.”

  Her bottom smarted, but her clit throbbed in arousal. “Stop now, Jake. Someone will hear.” The thought of being caught with her red ass in the air sent her temperature soaring. Maybe Arthur would hear. Oh, God. The lips of her sex grew wet.

  “You don’t want anyone to know that I own your body? That pisses me off even more.” Whack!

  Oh, that was a hard one. She bit her lip, but a little moan escaped.

  One finger drew little circles on her rear, as though he traced phantom marks left by his stinging hand. “If you tell me what you thought about while you touched yourself, maybe I’ll stop.”

  God help her, she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to slap her until the pain alone made her climax. “We were…in a hotel. You tied me up again.”

  Whack! “What else?”

  “You made me…” Words came hard, with her head dangling and her breath stuck in her throat. “You made me suck you.”

  He chuckled. “I can’t punish you for that.” Instead he soothed her sore bottom with long, slow strokes of his flat palm, cool against her hot flesh. One finger dipped between her pussy lips, rubbing her scratchy nylons against the sticky moisture there. A groan rumbled from his throat. “Oh, baby, you’re killing me.”

  A warm glow spread through her chest. She might be the one over his knee, taking punishment, but he needed her every bit as much as she needed him.

  His finger pushed into her vagina, bouncing teasingly against the stretchy pantyhose. “Look how wet you are. You love it when I take charge, don’t you?”

  What could she say? Her craving for his dominance was too new and raw to put into words. She nodded.

  “What a sexy ass you have.” He bent close and took a gentle bite through her nylons. “If you’d been a good girl and flashed your breast as soon as I told you to, I’d give you a rimming and fuck you in the ass right here.”

  No way. Never. But the fantasy was tempting. She’d think about that later, when she relieved herself from the sexual torment he was inflicting on her.

  “But you argued, so all you get is a spanking.”

  Somehow she knew what to say to that. “Thank you, Jake. Thank you for spanking me.” She meant every word. Her face burned with embarrassment.

  With his thumbs, he teased the cheeks of her rear apart. Was he looking at her hole? Was he going to pull her pantyhose down and lick her bottom like he’d said? Her body burned with longing. God, she wanted him to do it. Maybe she could drag him to a hotel, find a way to catch up on work later.

  He pushed her legs off his lap, pulling her shoulders up until she knelt at his feet facing him. His hands cupped her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks. “You’re all flushed.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Odd how tender he could be in the midst of dominating her.

  She felt him fumbling at his waist and looked down. Good lord, he was unbuttoning his jeans.

  “No, Jake. You have to get out of here. Someone could come in any minute.” No way could he fuck her here. Why had she even let him go this far? It was like her self control vanished whenever she saw him.

  The sound of his zipper going down was horribly loud in the silent room. How could she stop him? She could leave, but that would be the end of things with him. And if anyone saw her looking like this, flushed and disheveled with a half-naked man in her office, no explanation would suffice.

  She could…she could give in, sit on his lap and ride him. A quickie in the office. No one would suspect a thing. Everyone knew she coordinated the mentoring program, and Jake was one of the new mentors. He’d been in her office yesterday. Her co-workers would assume he was there on business, if they thought about it at all. Everyone was busy…odds were good no one would come to ask her a question. They’d call first…

  Great, now she was making excuses.

  With inexorable pressure, Jake guided her face toward his lap. She could have pulled away from the gentle force, but she didn’t want to.

  “Suck me off, baby.” His words were dark with need. “Suck my cock like you fantasized about this morning.”

  Chapter Six

  She licked her lips, the little vixen, and closed her eyes as he pressed her head to his crotch. Was he forcing her? She didn’t resist, but that wasn’t really the same thing.

  Hot, moist breath hit his cock. So much for thinking. Blood rushed from his brain to his groin, until his balls felt like they’d burst.

  A long wet lick on his shaft made him shudder. Then another. And then, God help him, she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, delicately flicking the tip against the vein on the underside.

  He ground his teeth to fight off a moan. Was this supposed to be a punishment for her? He felt like the one being tortured.

  Time to take charge. “Open wide, baby. Take me all the way in.”

  “Mmm.” She sucked him deep, swallowing half of his length in wet, pulsing warmth. His hips lifted without conscious thought, trying to drive his cock deeper.

  She gripped the base of his cock with one slender hand, pumping in tandem with her sucking lips, drawing him in and out of the soft haven of her mouth. His hands cupped the sides of her lovely face, feeling the muscles of her jaw work on him. God, she was good at this. He felt each pulling stroke all the way to his toes.

  Maybe in his soul.

  Nah. No need to get poetic. He just loved a good blow job.

  And she looked so sweet, like a demure little blonde-haired geisha kneeling at his feet with her eyes closed, delicate lashes dark against her pale skin. Seeing her submit gave him a protective rush; that was all.

  A hell of a rush.

  He lifted his hips a little, feeding her his cock, pulling her head back and forth to speed up her motions. Her saliva dribbled onto his balls, a slow trickle of lust. Yeah, he was close. Any minute now…

  When she took her hand off his cock and swallowed his full length, the hard press of her throat on his cockhead sent him over the edge. His hips jerked with agonizing convulsions, pushing his cock further into her mouth as he bit back a groan. Shudders racked his muscles as streams of cum pulsed through him, filling her mouth and swirling around his cock like a hot bath.

  She murmured, a muted sound that might have been passion or distress. Either way, the little feminine noise took him
even higher. He twisted in the chair, fingers locked behind her head, pulling the heat of her mouth closer to his throbbing cock. She choked a little but stayed with him like a trooper, jaw moving as she swallowed over and over again, drinking him deep.

  Fierce, primal satisfaction surged in his chest, until he wanted to shout his triumph. He threw his head back and gasped, the only noise he dared make. If she got caught with his meat in her mouth, she’d never forgive him.

  Even after his climax finished, he kept his hands on her head, thumbs idly stroking her little ears as her lips moved on his softening cock. She mumbled something and gagged a little.

  Oh, shit. He’d been pulling her head down onto his cock like she was a whore in a porno film. He let go and took her shoulders, helping her straighten. Was she pissed?

  Hard to tell. Her green eyes were misty, her lips swollen…but not smiling.

  She groped behind her for a tissue from the box on the desk, then delicately dabbed at her mouth with it—just like a lady at an elegant tea party, wiping his cum from her lips instead of cookie crumbs. She uncapped a bottle of water, took a deep drink, and met his gaze.

  Her soft laugh hit him in the gut. “Why the skeptical look? Didn’t you think I’d swallow?”

  “I…” His brain was still fogged over from the orgasm. To buy time to think, he tucked his cock back into his pants and pulled up the zipper. “Hell, I didn’t know.”

  She stood and smoothed her skirt, straightened her blazer—transforming herself from his hot little sex kitten into a buttoned-down lawyer again. “Really, Jake, that wasn’t much of a punishment.” Her grin turned wicked, and she leaned over until her breasts were level with his face and her lips were next to her ear. “I even enjoyed the spanking.”

  She looked altogether too tidy and controlled. Damn it, she should be feeling twice as unraveled as he did. “Just wait until tonight. Give me more than two minutes, and I’ll find a fitting punishment.”

  “Promises, promises.” With a coy toss of her head, she went to the door and opened it a few inches. “I need to work, Jake. You have to leave now.”

  A dismissal. He might as well be the lowly pool boy, getting brushed off by the mistress of the house after he’d cleaned her pipes. Did she expect him to shuffle his feet on his way out the door?