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Stealing Valentine

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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?



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