Page 58 of Heist

Austin whimpered as he worked her to a frenzied need again with his fingers.

“Can I please come for you, Sir,” she begged in a breathy voice filled with lust and need.

He was silent until he felt her tense, trying to hold back the onslaught of pleasure. Leaning close to her ear, he let his breath flutter over her neck and shoulder. “Come,” he said.

Her body convulsed beneath his gentle massaging and he studied her face as it contorted from the intense sensation of the orgasm crashing through her. It was a delightful thing to watch her come undone. Orgasm denial may always be a favorite game of his, but the end result of her falling apart in his hands was the real reason he loved it.

“That’s a good girl,” he crooned as he pulled his hand away. “You’re learning to respond to me so well.”

Austin shuddered as the last of the aftershocks left her system. “Thank you,” she murmured.

“You ready for dinner now?” he asked.

Before she could answer, Austin’s phone rang.

“Shit,” she said, jumping off the bed to retrieve it. Patrick watched as she answered.

“Fuck,” she said to the caller. “How long do you think we have?”

Patrick sat up straight on the bed. This was about him. Had the fingerprints come back?”

“Thanks for the heads up. I owe you one,” she said.

She turned to him with a grim expression. “That was a friend from the crime lab. Some of the fingerprints are yours.”

“So, what does that mean for me? We’ve already established that I was in the vault.”

Austin nodded. “It means the police can arrest you now. The DA may not file charges yet, but they have enough to lock you up and arraign you. It’s really not going to make things better with the media.”

Patrick nodded. “So how long do we have?”

Austin shook her head. “The results just got processed. The police department will get them tomorrow. We could always hop on a plane to Colorado and slow them down. You’re under no legal obligation to stay in New York if no charges have been filed.”

Patrick shook his head. “That would look like I’m running. We’ll wait it out here. I’m sure you can get bail handled. I need to be able to travel back and forth to California, but I can surrender my passport if it helps.”

Austin held up a hand. “Woah buddy. You’re getting ahead of yourself. Let me worry about the bail hearing if it comes to that. I promise, I’ve done this a few times.”

Patrick smiled and stood to cross the room. "Let’s go have dinner in the hotel restaurant and I’ll try not to worry about it” It was a Sunday, and Patrick hated that they’d missed a weekend at Solitaire, but it hadn’t been all bad. Things were about to get serious again and he had a feeling that by tomorrow afternoon he would be sitting behind bars hoping to be granted bail.

---