Page 45 of Prettiest Little Thief (Band of Thieves #1)
I had done my best to help Sarah feel confident that nothing would happen to her. She stayed for dinner and went home to the apartment I had helped her get. Since Christian left her broke, I needed to make sure she was taken care of.
She was actively looking for employment and trying to settle back into normal life after the abuse. Sarah had a lot of adjusting to do, but she had plenty of people to help her. I just wanted her to be happy.
“How deep are your connections involving Christian and Joseph’s disappearances? Are you sure nothing will pop up?” Monroe asked me.
My lips tipped up into a grin as I watched my wife undress, wiggling her hips to push down her pants.
“Fox, Evan, Jericho, and I all discussed every angle of questioning the cops could think of.” I shrugged.
“There are also perks to owning your own tech company. Access to the best hackers in the world. Vanishing videos that no one can dig back up.”
Her panties fell to the floor, and I nearly choked as I took in her pretty pussy.
“Hopefully it’s all good in the hood for everyone involved.” She unsnapped her bra and threw it next to her underwear. Her nipples went taut as the air hit them .
“Everything will be fine,” I managed to get out. My cock was getting harder by the second.
Monroe looked down at her nude form and then back up to me. “Are you going to do something about this?” She motioned toward her body with a hand.
“What would you like me to do, little thief?” I stalked toward her.
“Anything you want, Mr. Knight. Just make me come.”
“I can do that.” I swept my fingers down the sides of her belly, eliciting a shiver from her. “Lay on the bed and spread your legs.”
Monroe followed my instructions, thighs spread wide. My mouth watered as I stared at her wetness. It pooled beneath her ass onto the sheets. Fuck. I hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was soaked.
“Touch yourself, wife.” I pulled my shirt over my head, adding it to the collection of clothes already on the floor. The rest of my clothing followed suit.
Monroe’s fingers circled her clit, soft moans already coming from her sweet fucking mouth. She dipped two fingers into her pink slit, and that’s when I pounced, bringing my thumb to her delicate nub. Her back arched at my touch, and her heels dug into the mattress.
My gaze landed on her beautiful face as she watched me, biting her plush bottom lip.
“Do you like when I touch you?”
She nodded and pinched one of her erect nipples with her other hand.
“Such a good girl for a little thief.” I gripped my dick, stroking myself slowly. Base to tip .
“I want you inside me, Lucas,” she confessed in a sultry voice.
“Anything for you.”
Monroe removed her digits from her pussy, and I replaced them within seconds, my cock sliding into the hilt.
“Oh.” My wife’s eyes closed as I set a fast pace.
“Open your eyes and watch me fuck you,” I growled.
Her eyes popped open, her stare locked onto mine. Monroe’s cheeks were a pretty pink, her lips parted. Fuck, she was gorgeous. And she was mine.
I grabbed her hips, lifting her lower body from the bed. She writhed and wiggled, toes curling at the punishing rhythm. Monroe clawed at the sheets, her tits bouncing and her center clenching around me.
My wife was close to spiraling as my length hit that special spot inside her.
She cried out as her cunt fluttered around me, thighs stiffening.
My balls drew up as I chased my own orgasm, my cock spasming as I spilled into Monroe.
I collapsed next to her and pulled her into my arms, our bodies coated in a fine layer of sweat.
She ran a dainty hand over my tattooed chest, gently circling the scar where the bullet went through. “Such a daddy,” she murmured.
I barked out a laugh. “A daddy?”
“Mmmhmmm.” Monroe snuggled closer with no other explanation. For a few moments, we sat in silence as we caught our breath. “What should we do with Anastasia’s Keepsake ?”
“What would you like to do with it?” I asked, playing with a strand of her dark hair.
“I was thinking maybe we should give it to Alina. It technically belongs to her, right? ”
“Do you want to have it mailed?”
Monroe shook her head and gazed up at me with those whiskey-colored eyes. “It’s very possible for it to get lost in the mail.”
“Are you saying you want to go back to Romania to hand deliver the chest and key to Alina?”
“Yes.” A grin spread across her face.
I arched an eyebrow, my lips curving into a smile. “Okay. On the way back home, we can take a detour to the alien museum you want to go to.”
“Really?” She sat up and did a nude happy dance before sliding off the bed.
“Where are you going?” I sat up and watched her as she strode toward the walk-in closet.
“To pack. Do you think Evie could come too? I guess I’d have to ask if she can take more time off.”
“Monroe.”
She popped her head out of the closet and looked at me. “Yes?”
“We have time. Get back over here.”
She laughed and strolled back toward me, hips swaying. My cock jumped at the sight. I grabbed her once she came close enough, rolling her beneath me. Monroe squealed in delight.
“I love you,” I said, running my knuckles across her jawline.
Her eyes widened and she pressed her lips to mine. “I love you too, Lucas Knight.”