Page 6 of The Diamond Thief
“Bra next,” he says.
I reach behind me and tug at the clasp. The bra slides down my arms, and I let it fall to meet the dress.
I definitely have his attention.
“Come here,” he says.
I lift my foot over the fallen dress and close the distance in slow, careful steps.
His hands go directly to my breasts, cupping them, his thumb crossing both nipples. I suck in a breath.
I didn’t fake this one, as this man leaves me breathless. This has been worth every risk. No matter what happens, I won’t regret this night.
He’s good and hungry for me. I want him to call Sylvester over and over, helplessly asking for my name.
Even after he realizes what I’ve done.
The idea of pulling one over on this powerful man leaves me wet between my legs. I am going to screw him hard.
And then I’m going to screw him over.
