Steal the Day (Thieves #2)(2)

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it. Dev seemed to have a never-ending appetite for sex. On some men it might have been annoying, but Dev was part sex god. It was his nature and somehow, even when I thought I couldn’t possibly want him again, the minute he looked at me with those emerald eyes, I melted. He could get me hot and wet and ready for sex with just a glance.

He got to his knees, his mouth at my breast. The warmth of his tongue covered my nipple and I was done for. I could already feel anticipation building, a fire he stoked to the perfect heat.

“Have I told you how f*cking pretty you are?” His voice was a low growl, the very tone hungry.

I couldn’t help but smile. He was liberal with the praise. “You might have mentioned it.”

He nuzzled my breasts with a sigh, kissing them sweetly. “Hush. I’m talking to your breasts.”

And he could make me laugh. I threaded my fingers through that black silky hair of his and let him completely take over.

His big hand made its way lower, his fingers sliding over my clit. “I’m crazy about this, too. Such a pretty *.”

I nearly cried out when he ran his tongue there. I protested with a little groan as he got to his feet.

Dev pressed himself against me, his cock hard and willing. “No. You be patient. If I had done my job properly earlier, you would have passed out. The fact that you can move means I’ve got work to do. I didn’t even get to the part where I tie you up and we play.”

Dev liked to “play.” He liked to play with handcuffs and toys. He had a whole closet full of naughty little devices, like an FAO Schwarz for kink. With a low growl, he shifted, turning me toward him. His mouth took mine in a luxurious kiss. His tongue plunged deep, rubbing against mine in a silky glide. I could taste just a hint of my own arousal on his tongue.

This was what Dev and I did best.

He lifted me up, settling me on the ledge of the shower. I was sure the contractors who had built the place thought the wide shelf was to store shampoo and soap, but I knew better. Dev designed it with sex in mind. He moved between my legs, the ledge placing my * at the perfect height for him.

My hands reached out as though they just couldn’t stand to be this close and not touch him. Whenever I was close to him, his hands running across my skin, I felt a little drugged.

“I can’t get enough of you. I f*cking crave you.” He’d come prepared. He slipped a condom on and worked his way in, his cock stretching me wide. His chest nestled against mine as he pushed deep inside. I held on to his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. We fit together perfectly. It wasn’t long before my back was up against the natural rock of the shower and I was screaming out number four.

He hugged me even as the pleasure still pulsed through my system, his hands stroking me, cheek rubbing against mine. This was when I felt closest to Dev, when he treated me like I was precious.

“Let’s dry off and go back to bed,” he whispered as he helped me to stand. He held me up because my legs weren’t quite working yet. It wasn’t easy keeping up with a man whose grandfather had been a fertility god. He leaned over and dropped a kiss on my nose. “I’ll tell Albert to send up breakfast for two in the morning.”

I hugged him close to me hoping that my affection would make the next few minutes easier. “I can’t. I have to go. I have a meeting with a client.”

Dev stopped, a grin crossing his face. I suspected one of the reasons he liked me was my unusual job. I was pretty sure he’d never dated a thief who specialized in procuring objects of an arcane nature before. Stealing from supernaturals made my job one of the riskier fields. It was thrilling when the job ran well and completely terrifying when anything went wrong. Dev had run one job with me and he’d been bugging me ever since to let him go again. He’d gotten off on the adrenaline rush.

He winked down at me, his hands smoothing my hair back. “That’s great, sweetheart. I’ll get dressed and go with you. I promise to keep my mouth shut and be good eye candy. Should I take the Ruger or the Glock?”

I pulled away from him because no amount of affection was going to fix this. “Sorry, but I have to go alone.”

His deep green eyes formed suspicious slits. “Alone? You never go alone. That’s your first rule.” He took a step back, his mouth turning down. “So if you’re not going alone, you’re going with Daniel.”

And there it was, the one name that could wreck our day. “He’s my partner.”

“He’s your husband.” Dev spat the word out as though it was poison. He stalked out of the shower, leaving me with an incredible view of his preternaturally glorious ass.

Yep. And just like that our nice night was wrecked. I picked up a bottle of something Dev liked the smell of and then put it back down in favor of plain old soap. I told myself it was because I needed to be professional. I didn’t want to go into a client meeting smelling like a woman who had just had sex four times.

If I was honest with myself, and I tried not to be, I didn’t want to hurt Daniel.

I finished up in the shower and turned it off, wrapping a warm towel around my body. Dev was sitting on the sink when I went to retrieve my clothes. He’d slipped into silk boxers and looked at me with a sad smile, his shoulders slumped.

“Sorry,” he said. “I know I’m being an ass. I’m just jealous.”