Page 24 of Steal My Heart
“That was her favorite song.”
“Your sister and I chatted for a bit about your mama, if that’s who you’re talking about, but I swear I didn’t know,” she says in a rush. “I grew up with the jazz classics.”
I pull myself back from the edge, lowering the weapon as I take a seat beside her. “Play your favorite classic.” I use my gun to part open her robe.
Remi’s body trembles as her fingers begin moving, and it takes me a moment to place the sultry song.Angel and the Devil,in D minor.
A devilish smile spreads across my lips because I’m no angel.
Using the barrel of my gun, I trace her pebbled nipple through her Italian silk pajama top. Her stomach hollows as I explore lower, rubbing her pussy hidden beneath the matching silk pajama pants.
My money looks good on her.
An orgasm coaxed by me will look even better.
She moans, and maybe I didn’t stop myself from falling over the edge into madness, because I drag the gun to her waistband. Dipping the barrel inside her panties, Remi’s gasp goes straight to my cock.
“If you’re playing games with me, little pickpocket, you know what will happen.” I move the barrel back and forth between her pussy lips. Maybe the woman’s as mad as I am, because she’s so drenched, the gun slides with ease.
Remi whimpers; a beautiful sound. “I’m not.”
“Play,” I command.
She keeps her dilated gaze on the piano as she starts from the beginning. The vein in her neck flutters wildly, and I lean over, running my tongue along it.
A violent shudder ratchets through Remi’s body as her fingers falter, but she corrects the mistake. “Good girl,” I praise, and her little whimpers make my cock swell with need.
I move the gun faster, watching intently as Remi struggles to focus on her play while I play with her pussy. “That’s it,” I murmur, angling the tip of the barrel directly on her clit. “So fucking wet.” Her pajama pants betray just how turned on she is.
“I can’t.” Her fingers pause on the keys as her body trembles, so close to a release.
Stilling my movement, Itsk, and she whimpers her frustration.
“Play,” I command, denying her the orgasm until she resumes our little game.
Remi picks up from where she left off in the piece. Passion and frustration and fire in her rendition of the harmonic changes. Even though I have her at gunpoint, she’s the one holding me captive, with the overwhelming need to watch her fall apart.
My hand moves faster, the muscles and veins in my forearm protesting from the exertion. As the song approaches its conclusion, I deny her clit a reprieve, circling it over and over. Tears well in her eyes as she hits the last notes, her head falling back on a strangled cry as the orgasm rips through her petite body with brutal force.
Love it when I’m right.
Remi’s eyes remain closed as she catches her breath. Waiting for her eyes to flutter open and meet mine, I pull the gun out of her panties and bring the barrel to my lips. My tongue darts out, licking clean her desire.
Fuck, she even tastes like trouble.
“I don’t trust you, Remi,” I announce, holstering my gun.
More importantly, I don’t trustmyself. Not around this woman.
Remi yanks her robe closed, cinching the waist. “The feeling is mutual, Mr. Calvani,” she snaps, her cheeks flush with pleasure. She’s a vision.
“Be that as it may, I need your pickpocketing expertise. Pull off this job for me, and I’ll see to it that your warrants disappear.” I dangle the carrot. “You won’t have to hide in the shadows any longer.”
“What’s the job?” she asks, her curiosity piqued.
I suppress a smile. “The mayor’s inaugural Mardi Gras party. Get me Mayor Morrissey’s phone, give my crew enough time to clone it, and then slip it back into his pocket without him being the wiser.”
She shakes her head. “Too important a mark.”
