Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon (Criminal Seduction #3)(30)

It was then, as they made their way to the car, that it caught his eye. Andros paused and halted, swiveled on the spot, and looked at the discreet display in the jeweler’s window.

Flashes of fire.

And the fresh air was clearly not helping at all. Not sobering his thoughts in any way. Because, before he knew what he was doing Andros was striding into the store, Larsson at his side, beckoning the assistant over.

“The necklace in the window,” he said. “Get it for me, please.”

The shop assistant hurried to comply, laying it out on the sparkling glass display stand. “This forms part of a set. Platinum setting, three point four carats in total.”

Flashes of fire.

Andros nodded to himself even as he wondered what it was exactly about the jewelry that made him think of Lyra. Had it been a ruby that would make sense, or even a sapphire—because Lyra’s eyes were a beautiful blue—but diamonds? And what was more, very expensive ones at that. She wouldn’t be expecting such a present, he thought. Dios, she hadn’t even thought to ask him for food.

No, she would be surprised, her eyes would twinkle, her lips curve into a smile…she’d drop to her knees…he’d unzip…

“Wrap it for me,” he said.





Chapter Fifteen



Lyra reached out a shaking hand towards the boxes and bags spread around, her eyes wide, her heart thudding. “Presents? For me?”

Andros shrugged, and settled himself down on to the couch behind her. She’d been sat against it, sprawled on the rug watching a movie on the flat screen, but she adjusted position now so that she was sitting between his legs.

“Who else would they be for?”

“I don’t know, I…” Lyra shook her head, shock thrumming through her. Andros had walked through the door not five minutes ago, and dropped the bags at her feet. At first she hadn’t realized what they were, but a moment later understanding had dawned. “I’m not used to presents,” she said slowly.

“It is an official mistress duty,” Andros said, his tone teasing. He reached forward and lifted her hair into his hands. For some reason she couldn’t quite understand he seemed to like to play with it, lifting it, running his hands through it…gripping it…


Lyra swallowed unsteadily. “Oh, well, in that case.”

She reached for the bags again, and felt her heart give a little thud as she did so. Official duty or not she was touched. Really touched. She absolutely had not expected this. Oh, she knew he’d buy her clothes, and then there was the fried chicken money he’d given her. But these?

“Can I open them?”

He nodded. “And quickly. You look far too tempting in those shorts.”

Lyra laughed, the soft sound washing around them, because the shorts—courtesy of the local flea market and some of the fried chicken money—were meant to be tempting, and she was very pleased to note they’d done their job.

“You can’t rush present opening, Andros,” Lyra said. “It has to be savored.”

“Oh, I know.”

She twisted her head to look behind her, and couldn’t help but smile. Andros’ gaze was fixed on her thighs, the heat there so familiar, and so obvious. “But you can delay them…come here.”

He joined her on the floor, lifting her vest and chucking it to the side in one quick move. Lyra unknotted his tie, shrugged his suit jacket off, and undid the buttons of his shirt. Then, when both were topless, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him on top of her, shimmying forward as she did so. She kissed him gently at first. Her lips traced a little trail over his, but it wasn’t long before he deepened it, covering her mouth and demanding more. She gave it. She always gave it. They tumbled on to the floor together.

Her shorts were tiny, but there was enough room for Andros to slip a hand inside them and rub along her clit. He did so using the little flicking motions she liked. Lyra arched her hips to allow complete access.

“I love that.”

He nodded. “I know you do.”

“Know what else I love?”

“Tell me.”

She unzipped his pants carefully, allowing room for his cock to spring free. He was, as always, hugely erect. Lyra wrapped her hand around him, before pumping his shaft up and down.

“I want to make you come like this. In my hand.”

His finger lowered, slipping inside, gathering moisture, before returning to her clit. “No condom needed.”

“Exactly.”

Another kiss, hard, fast, drugging, and Andros wrapped his free arm around her, laying her against his chest, so that he could lean down and steal more kisses, or flick his tongue across her nipple. Their arms crossed against one another, he still rubbing her *, she clenching his cock.

Together they moved, their motions becoming more and more frantic. Andros groaned against her lips, she moaned back, and both were lost in the little worlds they were creating within one another.

Lyra came first. It was inevitable the moment his head lowered and sucked a nipple into his mouth. An orgasm centered entirely on her clit shot through her. She couldn’t help but tighten her grip on Andros as her thighs quivered.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “How it pleases me when you drench my hand.”

He kissed her hard on the lips again, and she resumed her action, pumping the length of him, loving the feel of the endorphins flooding her, his lips demanding, his cock pulsing in her grip.