Page 30 of Heist

As his hand drifted to the button of his jeans, she realized she was standing, mouth agape with the comforter in her hand.

“Bed,” he said, lifting one eyebrow.

She pressed her lips together and crawled into bed, still watching mesmerized as he lowered his jeans. He wore tight boxer briefs and she could tell he was hard. To her disappointment, he left the underwear in place and crawled under the covers with her.

“Lights out,” he said. The room went dark. He must have had the lights connected to some sort of smart speaker.

“Are you a spooner or do you like your space when you sleep?”

Austin rolled on her side so she faced him. “I’ve never had a partner ask me that before. Thank you. I like to snuggle, but at some point, I’ll need to pull away to sleep.”

Patrick nudged her, indicating she should roll over and snuggled close to her. She could feel his erection pressing into her back.

“Can I help you with that?” she said, reaching behind her to stroke at his hardness over his briefs.

He nuzzled her neck as he gently pulled her hand away. “Sleep, Austin. There will be plenty of time for you to play with my cock later.”

“Oh goodie,” she said on a yawn. Sleep overtook her much quicker than she expected.

When the plane began its descent into New York a few hours later, Patrick shook her gently awake. “Wake up sleepyhead. We’re here.”

Austin swatted his hand away, still half asleep.

“Well, that was the wrong thing to do,” Patrick chided. The covers left her body and a bare palm connected hard with her naked ass.

“Up.”

She yelped and reached back to rub the soreness out. When Patrick raised his hand as if to spank her again, she rolled off the bed. “I’m up, I’m up.”

Patrick tossed her some clothes and tugged on his own jeans and t-shirt.

“Can I have my underwear back yet?”

Patrick shook his head. “Nope. You can have them back with you go to work.”

Austin huffed but pulled on her discarded clothes.

“Am I staying with you or do I need to reserve a hotel room?” he asked.

Austin quickly took a mental tour of her apartment. She’d left it pretty clean, but she couldn’t remember the state of her bedroom.

“You can stay with me as long as you promise not to judge me for the pile of laundry on the floor.”

Patrick grinned and pulled her to him, his hands resting on her hips. “What if I want to spank you for it?”

Austin squirmed in his arms. “That’s mean but also kinda hot.”

He chuckled and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “You’re safe. It’s almost four. What time do you need to be up?” he asked as he tugged her out of the bedroom and back to their seats to get ready for landing.

“I don’t think I can get in to see my client until nine which means I need to leave by eight, so I’ll need to be up by seven.”

“We’ll go straight to bed then. I can occupy myself in the city while you’re working.”

There was no argument from her. She definitely needed more sleep. Soon they were in the back of a car that Patrick had somehow magically arranged and flying through the streets of New York City to her small apartment.

“If you would be more comfortable in a hotel, I understand,” she said as she let him into her apartment a little while later.

“Stop,” he said, looking around. “It’s a great little place. I like that I get to see where you live. Now let’s see this pile of laundry,” he teased.

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