Page 40 of Prettiest Little Thief (Band of Thieves #1)

Pure ecstasy. That’s what it felt like when I fucked Monroe.

When I had walked into the room and found her near tears, I came to the conclusion pretty quickly that it was because our deal was coming to an end.

My beautiful little thief had no idea that I would never let her go. That was something I knew the day I had rescued her from the dungeon beneath Charles’s compound.

As time sped by, my feelings for her had only grown. The need to protect her, to worship her and claim her never wavered.

Fuck, Fox knew it before I did. Bastard. But he was always able to read me. Knew me better than I knew my damn self.

Monroe was tucked against me, and I ran my fingers along her arm. The feel of her petite body against mine swarmed me with a sense of calm. It was an unfamiliar feeling but one that I looked forward to from now on. Like nothing else mattered in the moment.

No worries for tomorrow.

I kissed the top of her head and breathed in her vanilla scent. “Let me get you a washcloth to clean up.”

Those big brown eyes met mine. “What makes you think I want to clean you from me?”

A grin tipped at the corner of my lips. “You like feeling my cum drip from your pussy? ”

She stretched her arms above her head and scooted away from me. “Maybe.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have to pee, oh masterful one. Is that okay with you?” she asked as she strode around the bed and toward the restroom.

“Masterful one?”

“Masterful pussy whisperer,” she yelled.

I chuckled and sat up, pulling on my boxers. When I picked up Monroe’s jeans, a black band fell from the pocket and rolled across the floor. Picking it up, I stared at it.

“You still owe me my trip to New Mexico since I won the bet. The one where the International UFO Museum—” She stopped in her tracks as she realized what I was holding. Her cheeks flushed pink.

“What’s this?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Something I was debating on giving to you.” She came forward and took a seat on the bed. “I stole it from Davit.”

“A wedding band?”

Monroe nodded and seemed nervous.

I slid the ring onto my finger, the fit near perfect. Taking her face in my hands, I placed a kiss on her sultry lips. “Thank you.”

My wife’s eyes brightened, and she breathed a sigh of relief. “I wasn’t sure if it was your style or not.”

“It’s what I would’ve chosen for myself.”

“Good. I’m glad, because I can’t return it,” she said with a smile.