Page 16 of Factory Thief

I look down at my shirt and prison-issue tight whiteys. “Naked?”

“Naked.”

The absurdity of the situation makes me laugh even as I doff my shirt. “Okay, but there’s something I need to tell you.”

She cocks an eyebrow waiting for me to continue.

“You didn’t have to point a gun at me to get me naked.”

Victoria flushes, and shakes her head. “Shut up.”

I slip out of my underwear. Her eyes remain carefully focused on my face, but I know she’s aware my cock is just hanging out there.

“Get on the bed.”

“This is getting better and better.”

“You want a bullet in your leg? Get on the fucking bed and shut up.”

I clamber onto the mattress, beginning to enjoy the way I can mess with her head. She tells me to roll over onto my back.

“Oooh, I never imagined you would be so kinky,” I say as she extracts a pair of handcuffs from her pocket.

“I told you to shut up.” She throws them to me. “Cuff yourself to the headboard. Both hands.”

I sigh and do as I’m told. “Happy?”

She grabs my clothes and heads out the door. I stare at her in confusion when she returns without them a moment later.

“What did you do?”

“I put your clothes in the truck. If you want to escape while I’m sleeping, you’ll have to do it naked.”

She turns around and bends over to untie her shoes. The black tactical gear stretches across a shapely bottom. Nature takes its course, and, when she turns around, my soldier is at full attention.

Her eyes fall on it and widen, staring for a long moment before she turns her face away. “Are you kidding me?”

“Hey, it’s got a mind of its own.”

She grabs a pillow and tosses it across my crotch as I laugh.

Victoria decides to ignore me. She takes the second pillow and a blanket on the floor to settle in.

“You know, you can sleep on the bed. I mean, it’s not like I can try anything while handcuffed.”

“I’m fine on the floor.”

Either I’m getting Stockholm Syndrome, or I’m starting to get into this woman. Hell, why not? She’s smart, capable, confident, and, unless I miss my guess, hides one hell of a body under that tactical gear.

I know I should be worried about the police finding us, or what the Factory may, or may not, want with me, but all I can think of is how nice it would be to have her in bed with me.

Who knows? Maybe I can figure out a way to arrange for a little conjugal visit…

VICTORIA

The smell of a carpet freshener stings my nostrils as I squirm about on the motel room floor. After all the running around I did before, during, and after the prison break, all I want to do is sleep. My traitorous mind and even more traitorous body won’t allow it, though.

I’m laying on my side, as close as I can to the door. No one can come in or out without stumbling onto me. My back faces the bed where the lightly snoring Jack resides. Try as I might, I can’t stop thinking about his naked body, from the hard knots of muscles on his abdomen to his rippling thighs and chest.

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