Page 44 of It Takes a Thief
A little shiver runs down my spine.
I give my head a shake, let Merritt’s hand go and reach for the box of candles. Sticking one in the cupcake I just frosted, I look around. “Lighter?”
Merritt opens a drawer and pulls out a long candle lighter, handing it over. I click the switch, igniting the wick, and slide the cupcake in front of her.
“Happy Birthday, Mer. Make a wish.”
For a long moment, she stares at the flickering flame. Then she looks up at me, graces me with the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen and blows it out.
“Thank you, Linc,” she says softly. “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
That strikes me as incredibly sad if it’s true. Or maybe I should take it as a compliment because we’ve been together all day—in quite a few ways.
“It’s not over yet.” I have unholy plans for her, and if I have my way, she’ll be screaming my name soon.
“Oh, really?” Her voice dips to a sexy pitch that makes my groin tighten.
“I’m starting to think you were right about not overthinking this, and we should just enjoy the next week and a half together.”
“But doesn’t that break your rules?” She swipes her index finger through the frosting on her cupcake then slowly licks it off. That small pink tongue darting in and out of her mouth gives me all kinds of wicked ideas. I can’t look away, and my dick turns rock hard.
“Fuck my rules,” I hiss, watching her dip her hand in the bowl. This time, she uses two fingers to scoop up the frosting.Before she can lick them clean, I grab her wrist and drag her closer, pulling her between my legs. Leaning forward, I wrap my lips around her fingers and suck them clean.
“You’re a very naughty man, Mr. Decker,” she says huskily.
“Oh, sweetheart, if you had any idea what’s been running through my head, you’d run far away.”
“I don’t think I would,” she murmurs.
Unable to miss the challenge in her voice, I dip my finger in the bowl, cover it in frosting, and hold it in front of her full, pink lips. “Suck it,” I command, and her pupils blow wide. I can barely see the blue of her irises as her desire takes over.
“So bad,” she whispers, then takes my wrist in both her hands and sucks my finger into her mouth. All the while, she keeps her eyes on mine, and it’s almost more than I can bear.
“Fuck, Mer.” My princess is wild and wicked, and I love it. As she suggestively cleans the frosting off my finger, I know I’m going to take her. Nothing could stop me. She’s too fucking irresistible.
I move fast, scooping her up into my arms, and she squeals in surprise. Instead of going back upstairs, I take her into the living room and drop her over the back of the couch. Before she can glance over her shoulder, I press the front of my body down the length of hers, brushing my lips against her ear, and rasp, “Let’s play a game.”
“What kind of game?”
“The kind where I make you come. Again and again.” A tremor runs through her. “But there are rules.”
“Rules?”
I lick the shell of her ear. “You only get to say four words: harder, softer, faster, slower.”
“Um—”
“That’s not one of the words,” I interrupt and pinch her ass.
“Are you going to make me call you Daddy?”
A snort-laugh bursts from my throat. “No, sweetheart.”
I can hear the smile in her voice when she says, “Okay. I trust you, Linc.”
Even though I stole her innocence like the thief I am, her sweet voice is laced in it.My good, good girl.
Moving back, I drop to my knees and flip her robe up to expose her gorgeous, bare ass. I round my palm over a juicy globe then squeeze. She squirms slightly, hanging over the back of the couch.
