Page 38 of Sticky Fingers
“Because I knew the real thief would come to find it,” I continue, proud of myself. “Because they’d be livid that someone else claimed they found the painting.”
Placing the frame against the side of the bed, I mentally congratulate myself that this did exactly what I was hoping it would. It’s her. No doubt.
“You see, the thief who did this—they weren’t looking to sell this. No,” I continue, taking a breath for dramatic effect. “They did this because they wanted to see if they could.”
There’s no doubt now. She took the painting.
I know, and she knows I know.
I slide onto my side, propping my head up on my hand.
“Why don’t you just admit that you took the painting?” Running my hand up her calf, her muscles tighten and jump under my hand, and she moves into a crouching position on her knees to pull her leg away. “Give it back to me and I won’t tell anyone.”
She looks fucking fabulous, with her arms tied back tightly on her knees like that. My cock gets harder and harder watching her, and when her eyes dip down to take note of his fucking state, he jumps up and waves to say hi.
“What would be the fun in that?” Her coy response lets me know we’re back to playing fucking games.
Which is totally fine with me.
I love games.
“If you don’t give me the painting, I can’t get Detective Strong off my ass,” I say to her.
“Oh no,” she says, dripping sarcasm. “Color me concerned.”
I take a breath. Then I look straight at her.
“I’m serious,” I snarl. “I’m going to catch you, little girl. Your playtime is over. You can run a good game, but you can’t hide.”
Running my hand up her thigh, her muscles under my hand freeze and her breathing picks up.
Sonia gasps as an evil look flashes through my eyes.
“You’re fighting with someone totally out of your league, baby,” I say.
Any normal human being would be intimated with a man that resembles Apollo, towering six feet over them saying these things.
But Sonia?
She simply replies, “Such a big league that they can’t even operate a Magic Wand vibrator.”
She snorts as she says this and begins to giggle.
She isn’t running away.
“And maybe I don’t want to hide,” she says.
Her voice is smaller now, with only a slight trace of insecurity.
“Maybe I want to fly too close to the sun,” she whispers. “Live a bit dangerously.”
She’s batting her eyes and her breath is flushed.
My beautiful little cat burglar is starting to trust me.
“You fly close too the sun, Sonia.” I run my hand up between her splayed legs, letting the back of my fingers skim across her pussy and then continuing my slow caress down the other leg. “You could burn.”
Licking her lips, she eyes my throbbing cock again.
