Stealing His Heart (Shillings Agency 2)

In the photo, he wore a pair of shorts and nothing else. He didn’t have any scars on his leg, so it must have been before that. His arm was thrown around his sister, Christine, and they were both smiling as if they didn’t have a care in the world.

They seemed young. Innocent. Happy.

It was the Jake she’d once known. The Jake she was trying so hard to bring back to life…before he tossed her in jail. How ironic was it that she was trying to save him, while he was trying to end her?

She stuffed the photograph into her bag and headed down the stairs. He waited at the bottom for her, a shoulder against the wall. The pose was meant to be casual, but he kept the bulk of his weight off of his injured leg. There was nothing casual about it. It was calculated.

His gaze ran over her, his brows lowering. “That is not what I requested you wear. Go change.”

“Life’s full of disappointments.” She headed for the door. “You’d best get used to it.”

“I’m well aware of this fact.” He snatched her arm as she passed, his touch unbreakable but light. He behaved as if they were talking about the weather instead of bossing her around about her clothing. “But if you wear that, I’m not responsible for how hungry I’ll be by the time I get to have you again. Or how I’ll react when I see other men staring at your sweet ass. Who do you think I’ll punish for that, huh?”

Her stomach hollowed out when she remembered exactly how he’d “punished” her—with pleasure. She wanted more. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

He spun her so her back pressed against the wall and boxed her in with his body. He touched her between her legs, cupping her core. She was embarrassingly wet already. “You have no idea what you’re going to get when you poke me with a stick, little girl. If I were you, I?

?d never provoke me again. You should keep your distance, and keep my hands off of you from now on.”

She swallowed. “Luckily for both of us, I’m not you. You don’t scare me.”

“God help us both, then.”

He kissed her, his fingers working over her core with the perfect amount of pressure. If he kept doing that, she’d come right here, in his foyer. She clung to his vest, her tongue dueling for dominance with his. There was no softness left in him anymore, despite his seemingly unaffected demeanor.

He ravished her, stealing her breath and her ability to think. But then he broke off the kiss, his thumb moving over her harder. He shoved her panties aside and thrust a finger inside her. “You want to come. You want me to make you finish.”

“Y-Yes.” She squeezed her lids shut, thisclose to coming. “Jake.”

“Ask me,” he demanded.

“May I please come?” she asked, her voice breathy and needy.

“No.”

Wait. What? She’d almost been there. Two more seconds, and she’d have been feeling satisfied instead of frustrated. “But—”

“I said no.” He pulled back, taking his touch away. Taking it all away. “Let’s go. We’re going to be late.”

Comprehension struck. He’d said he might punish her…and he had.

He so had.

“You…I…”

He looked completely calm and collected, while she was a quivering mass of want. Every single hair on his head was smoothed into place, and he watched her with a steely composure that had her wondering if he was actually human. “You going to finish that sentence, or what?”

She straightened her skirt. “I hate you sometimes.”

He grasped her waist, tugging her close enough that her sensitive breasts brushed against his vest. “Is that supposed to hurt my feelings?”

She tilted her chin up. He was such a control freak…and she wanted him so badly it hurt. It wasn’t fair. “Fuck you.”

“Maybe later, if you behave yourself.” He steered her outside into the sunlight. “But right now, I’d like to discuss work.”

She ground her teeth, sexual frustration humming through her veins like a bolt of electricity. “I’ve got nothing more to tell you.”

He opened her car door and waited without saying a word. Once she slid inside, he gently closed the door and then went around the back to get to the driver’s side. When he reached the bumper, his footsteps faltered, and his jaw dropped.