Page 14 of Sticky Fingers
I know I need to find this burglar—and not just to clear my name. I mean, clearing my name completely is an impossible fucking task, you know?
To be honest, I really want to find her because…well, fuck it, because she was so damn sexy. There was something about her that was just so fucking enticing.
Maybe once I find her she’ll go down on her knees, begging me not to turn her in. And I like that idea, you know? Having her on her knees.
Yeah, I’m a big enough man to admit it’s about more than just proving my innocence. I don’t give a flying fuck about that.
People could think I stole it for the rest of my life, and I’d still sleep like a baby.
Closing my eyes, I replay the scene in my mind. Her, coming into the room, the shadows draping her tight little body as she moved.
Fuck, I want her.
Her captivating eyes, her sexy-as-fuck movements… It all makes my blood fucking boil.
It was so easy for me to imagine it was her wet pussy I was sliding into earlier.
With her small frame and delicious curves, I would need to explore every mountain and valley on her body with my tongue.
Believe it or not, I haven’t had anyone make my cock go this crazy in years.
Dropping my empty glass on the side table next to me, I straighten up and head down the hall to my room.
The bedroom is lit only by the lights of the skyline through the glass wall, not as spectacular as Dominic or Daphne’s apartments, sure, but not fucking bad at all.
Leaving my clothes on the floor, I pad barefoot to the shower to get it warmed up.
Running my fingers through my dark hair, I finger-comb it before scrubbing my hands over my face. My five o’clock shadow gives me a bit of a rugged look, and I keep my hair tastefully long.
I don’t want to look like I’m in the military, but I don’t want to look like a fucking hoodlum either.
That’s why I choose to look like a fucking god.
Everything about my physical appearance is carefully maintained, from my eight-pack abs to my muscular upper arms. Crafting every aspect of my life, just like a fucking watchmaker working on his masterpiece, is what gives me fucking purpose.
I step into the shower, taking a few moments to enjoy the warm spray as it cascades over my chest, and I scrub my hair.
As my mind inevitably drifts back to that fucking burglar, it doesn’t take much for my cock to lengthen and harden.
Just thinking about how sexy that little thief was in her skin tight black outfit has me leaning back and breathing deep.
She was so fucking beautiful as she creeped into the gallery.
It’s incredible how arousing she was, considering I know absolutely nothing about her. But you can’t fake that fucking body, can you?
Tight, toned and sexy. Her breasts would be a perfect handful.
Her ass would be so small in front of me. My hands grabbing it from behind would cover the entire thing.
I stroke my hard length, pulling it tightly from the base to the tip as I envision sucking those pert breasts into my mouth.
She would want to be on top. Taking control like she did tonight and getting exactly what she wanted.
Fucking incredible.
Right under everyone’s noses. Including mine.
And her eyes. Big and expressive. Fuck, I want those eyes looking up at me as I slide my cock in, pushing it between her lips.
