Page 12 of Save Me
He pulls his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean while he watches me with eyes full of dark promises. “Good girl,” he says, voice thick with satisfaction.
People walk by us, oblivious to the sin we’ve just committed in broad daylight. Thayer zips me up with a smirk that could tempt saints to sin, then takes my hand like nothing obscene had just transpired between us.
“Back to class. I’ll see you later,” he murmurs and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips before he drifts away from me, leaving me desolate and needing his touch all over my body.
I let out a low groan and fling my head back before I do as he says, needing some kind of distraction.
The rest of the day drags by so slowly, and when I walk back to the penthouse with Harry as my guard, I take his hand and give him a wicked smile.
“Now?” he asks, eager and up for it.
“Later,” I murmur. “But I’m done waiting for you.”
“Fuck,” he murmurs, pulling me close.
I smile to myself, glad I’m not the only one affected by the power of seduction.
Back in my room, Harry gives me a lingering kiss, gripping my chin tightly before he leaves me with a sexy smile. Turning from him, I throw my backpack down and strip off before I pull on black jeans and a dark hoodie. I wonder what Thayer has up his sleeve, but whatever it is, it’ll probably be illegal. When he knocks, there’s no mistaking the adrenaline rush, the thrill of the unknown.
“Ready?” he asks, eyes scanning me from head to toe.
“As I’ll ever be. Can you tell me now where we’re going?”
Thayer’s smirk doesn’t waver. “We’re pulling an art heist.”
I freeze, the words ‘art heist’ echoing in my mind. As I thought. It’s big, it’s illegal, and it’s... exhilarating.
“Art. That’s your thing?”
“Mostly,” he says. “My family runs a few major art galleries as fronts for black market stuff.”
“Ah, so we’re going to pick up some merch?”
He snorts. “Merch? You reading up on the lingo, baby girl?”
I giggle. He isn’t mocking me; he is more like enjoying my path to the dark side, “Making it up as I go along.”
“That works, too.” He takes my hand and kisses it. “You ready?”
I nod.
He hands me a knife. It’s wicked-looking, with a curved blade and a serrated edge. “Take this.”
“Why?” I ask, with a shaking hand. “I don’t know how to use it.”
“Someone attacks you, you use every ounce of adrenaline coursing through your veins to stab them. Can you do that?”
“Yes. I can do that.”
“Good girl,” he purrs again, and it lights a fire in my pussy that just won’t quit around him.
“After this, I want you,” I say, hearing the desperation in my voice.
He pulls me close and kisses my temple. “You’ll have me.”
“Okay,” I say, confidence roaring through my body. “Let’s do it.”
Thayer nods once, satisfied, and I follow him out into the darkness, where the night awaits our next move.
