Page 120 of Corrupted Pleasure

He scoffed softly. “Polite?”

“Yes.” I was feeling too relaxed after the orgasm he delivered and didn’t realize the trap until it was too late.

“Was it polite to steal?” he drawled, taking another sip. He didn’t seem mad but slightly amused. I watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed. Goddamn it, did he have to have a good-looking neck too? “Was it polite to go through my desk and read papers that weren’t meant for you?”

He had me there. If there was a trend here, he seemed to always catch me committing a crime. But he should have locked the drawer if he didn’t want any stranger's eyes on it.

“Do you want a baby?” I asked instead, unwilling to admit my wrong doings.

Personally, I thought it was crappy that his father put a clause like that into his will but to each its own. You couldn’t control it. Though, I was certain, without even knowing Liam’s financial situation, that he didn’t need his father’s inheritance. But something about his father’s will nagged at me.

“Doyouwant a baby, Céile?” he retorted instead.

I tilted my head, watching him for any telltale signs.

“Liam, I’m twenty-one,” I deadpanned. “A baby is the last thing on my mind.”

He watched me in silence for three heartbeats, before he asked, “What is on your mind?” I reached for his glass of cognac but the fingers of his free hand wrapped around my wrist. “Tell me.”

“Well, right at this moment, a drink is on my mind,” I said.

“And robberies?” he inquired and my heart skidded to a halt. “Are you planning any others?”

I laughed, though it sounded fake even to my own ears. “Should I?” I asked instead. “I thought you told me your money is my money.”

Good thinking, I congratulated myself.Turn it around. Avoid answering.

“Avoiding answering, huh?” he mused, as if I entertained him.

I remained silent because this man was too perceptive. He had a lot more years and experience in being a criminal over us. So I exercised my Fifth Amendment.

“What are you doing with all that money, Davina?” Jesus Christ, this man was relentless.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” I breathed out, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest.

Mental note, our school for raising criminals needed a class on swift interrogation avoidance. Ah, and distraction techniques.

Distraction!

I slid off the table and tugged on his pajama pants. He narrowed his eyes on me, probably aware of my diversion tactic but he played along. Lifting his ass off the chair, I pulled his pants down his strong legs and discarded them onto the floor.

God, he was beautiful. Every single inch of him. Age played no factor.

For a moment, guilt gnawed at me. So many lies. To my girlfriends. To Liam. I didn’t like it. I should have been upfront with Juliette and my friends about what happened in the club. But now it felt like I had dug myself deeper into this forbidden affair.

Does it still make it forbidden if he’s my husband?I pondered and immediately mentally slapped myself.

Nothing like finding justifications for my wrong doings. But for now, I’d chosen to ignore my conscience and not ruin this. Whateverthiswas. I was his wife. Yes, my friends and I were doing something wrong, but we’d only rob criminals. So that made it alright.Maybe?

But I loved him. I wasn’t sure exactly what kind of love this was, but I knew I wanted to make him happy. Please him. Give him everything and anything. Maybe after this heist, I’d just focus on this marriage. Come clean with the girls and then focus on my husband.

My husband.

He was mine and I’d keep him. Grandpa always said when you find something good, you fight for it. You keep it. Grandpa fought for me. I’d fight for my friends. For Liam. For my own happily ever after. I wasn’t my parents’ daughter. I was my grandpa’s daughter.

My heartbeat fluttered. My chest felt lighter as I sat on his lap and determination settled in. A bulge poked at my ass, and it was my turn to smile smugly. I adjusted myself on his lap so I faced him. I folded my legs so my knees cradled his lap, while my arms wrapped around his neck.

Leaning into him, I showered his neck with small kisses, while grinding against his hard cock causing friction. I could taste his pulse, the addictive scent of him finding a permanent home in my lungs.