Steal Me

by Riley Rollins

  I flashed to Ana, standing there, aching for me to kiss her. My cock went instantly hard and I had to shift to accommodate it. She’d been so fucking vulnerable. It would have been so damned easy…

  I parked in the hotel garage and took the elevator up. Minutes later, I had an ice cold vodka in hand and Savvin was explaining details.

  “Four weeks, Maxim. Four short fucking weeks,” he said, as he tossed back another drink. “They’ve changed the schedule, again, and we have one goddamn month for you to fuck your way into position on this shit.”

  I took the vodka bottle off the table and put it back into the freezer. “Slow down Savvin. You need to keep your head clear. What’s happened?”

  “They’ve moved up the transfer is fucking what. Your little girl friend requested the diamond be delivered earlier. Now she wants to have it in her hands two months before the exhibit, so she’ll have more time to study the stones and the setting. Look for yourself.” Savvin ran an impatient hand over his cropped blond hair and pushed the laptop toward me and I scanned the hacked emails. I sat down and tossed back my drink.

  “Four weeks…,” I said to myself.

  I knew Ana kept mostly to herself. She hadn’t dated much in the last few years, and not at all since breaking up with her asshole boss. I’d caught a glimpse of him as he ‘d left the building this morning. He looked exactly like his photographs. Soft, arrogant, useless. I felt a surge of anger that a fuck like him had been alone with my Ana.

  What the fuck was I thinking? She’s not my Ana. She’s merely my target.

  “She’s been alone for nearly a year, and by the end of lunch she was almost begging for me to kiss her a sweet goodbye. Right now, she’s wondering why I disappeared without getting her number or setting up another date.” I thought about her perfect little body. Tiny, but luscious. I could have spanned her waist with my hands, but her tits and her plump little ass would have overflowed them. My cock pounded impatiently. It would be a fucking relief to speed this up.

  “Well, you better get the fuck on that pussy, boss. And soon. She needs to start talking. I can’t count on getting every goddamn thing I need from her fucking emails, and she needs to trust you to talk…”

  “You take care of your own shit, Savvin, and leave her to me.” I was getting irritated by this prick telling me my fucking job. “This girl is ripe. I’ll have her where I want her inside of a week.” I dropped my glass in the kitchenette sink and headed for the door.

  “You know Max, there’s a hell of a lot of other good shit in this collection besides the Blue,” Savvin said, his pale blue eyes glowing with the reflected light of the computer screen.

  I slammed the door behind me and headed for the car. This wasn’t the first time Savvin had made noise about the rest of the collection and I didn’t like it. One man’s greed could ruin an entire operation.

  Twenty minutes later, I was home, stripping off my jacket. I’d rented this house with Ana’s tastes in mind. It was almost two hundred years old with period furnishings. Polished wood glowed softly all around me. It was the perfect scene to exploit Ana’s foolish romantic notions. And I fully intended to exploit them all…

  Images of her filled my mind as I headed for the shower. It was pleasingly modern, with water jets that sprayed from a myriad of angles. I stripped down and stepped into the glass enclosure. Hot water hit me everywhere at once and I was enveloped in a cloud of steam. I lathered and rinsed. The heat soothed my hard, tight muscles, but seemed to concentrate all that tension in my cock instead. The water ran down the long, thick shaft and streamed from my aching balls. The water jets pounded into me until the dark, swollen head of my rod was throbbing for release. I imagined Ana there with me, naked and running with water. I’d have her there soon, but not soon enough.

  I lathered my hands and started to stroke. It took both hands to cover my entire length and I wondered if Ana’s tiny body would be able to take it all. I imagined her, impaled and writhing on me, suspended, with her back pressed up to the shower wall as I drove into her. She would cry out as I filled her, pumping myself inside her, withdrawing only to fill her again. Feeling her stretch inside to swallow me, as her clit swelled against my shaft and her slippery folds held me tight.

  I pumped my cock into my hands and grew even longer, thicker, my balls tightened and lifted high. I was right there on the edge. What would Ana look like as I pounded her to climax and she started to come…?

  I imagined her eyes on mine as I took her. She would watch my face like I was the only man in the world for her. I would watch her as my thrusts took her higher and up over the edge of pure, fucking pleasure. I imagined her tight sweet pussy instead of my hands, clenching me as I…

  My cock raged as the climax hit me. I emptied myself powerfully and completely as I pictured Ana’s face, her pussy enveloping me, swallowing my essence and taking my seed. Coming with me as I filled her, and holding me tight as release took us both.

  As the last powerful waves subsided, I leaned against the wet glass wall. My cock throbbed and swayed as the water washed over me. My heartbeat took a long time to slow… I was utterly spent, yet my cock remained hard as Ana’s image stayed with me.

  I shut off the water and towelled off. Slipping naked into bed, I imagined Ana there with me.

  Soon I would have her here, and I would have everything I needed. A hot beauty in my bed and an ice cold beauty to take home to Russia. I would have all the satisfaction I’d worked for so long.

  And yet sleep eluded me that night. Jerking off should have knocked me out for the night, but my cock had remained hard for hours longer. It wanted Ana.

  I still wanted Ana.

  6

  Ana

  “Spill,” Terry said, handing me a cup of coffee the next morning. “And don’t leave anything out.”

  I smiled as we sat down in my office. Terry had been divorced for years and was well into middle age. She liked to live vicariously.

  “Well, his name is Max Ivanov. He’s Russian, but he’s been here for about ten years. He loves art…” I stopped, realizing that was the extent of what I knew. Surely he’d told me more… Maybe I’d been too nervous to remember.

  “And he’s completely and enormously gorgeous,” she said emphatically. I smiled again and looked away. “Uh huh,” she said slyly. “I thought that little detail hadn’t escaped you…”

  “Ok, Terry. He’s amazing. And tall, dark and handsome. You happy now?” I teased. “He looks so much like Anton’s portrait… how could I not be totally attracted. He’s a gentleman too. He was thoughtful and polite. Not anything like Stuart,” I said, pulling a face and making Terry smile.

  “So you like him,” Terry prodded.

  “Yes… of course I like him. He’s so different from other men. So… together. And he was interested in me, too. He wanted to get to know me. He didn’t just go on and on about himself, the way so many men do.” I paused. “It was just…”

  “What?”

  “I was so drawn to him Terry. I never felt like that before. I’m usually so reserved and it’s the guy pushing for more. But with him… I wanted him to kiss me. I really wanted him to.”

  “And he didn’t?”

  “He didn’t. And he didn’t ask to see me again. He didn’t even want my phone number.” I looked out the window, feeling a very unfamiliar kind of frustration. It was deep inside and low in my belly. I didn’t like this at all.

  Terry stood up and came over to put a hand on my shoulder. “How did he make you feel, Ana. When you were together?”

  “I wanted him, and I haven’t wanted anyone in a long time.” I shifted uncomfortably. “I felt like I just wanted… more. I don’t know, just something more.”

  Terry gave my shoulder a squeeze. She stopped in the doorway before heading out. “I saw the way he looked at you, Ana. And I know this. If any man ever looks at me that way again, I’ll do anything I have to… to get that something more.”

  She disappeared arou
nd the corner as I gathered up the papers on my desk. Ten minutes later, an enormous bouquet of exotic flowers arrived. My heart was pounding as I reached for the card. His handwriting was strong and elegant.

  Will you have dinner with me this evening, Ana?

  I can’t stop thinking of you.

  Max

  The rest of the morning was filled with calls to my contact at the Smithsonian, regarding the upcoming transfer of the Strastnyy Diamond. Stu had called in sick, thank god, and I didn’t have meetings until the afternoon. I caught up with Terry in the kitchen, just as she was leaving for lunch.

  “He sent flowers, Terry. And he asked me to dinner. Tonight.” I felt breathless. “He put his number on the card. He’s picking me up at my place at seven.”

  “Of course he is honey,” she laughed, as she grabbed her lunch bag from the fridge. “You two are meant to be.” And she was out the door, disappearing in the sunshine.

  I walked slowly back to my office and closed the door behind me. I couldn’t believe I’d be with him tonight, after thinking only yesterday that I might never see him again…

  The afternoon dragged on forever. The meetings were routine and about projects other than my own. I sat, trying to listen, but my mind kept slipping away toward Max. I could see his face in my mind’s eye. I knew every detail. After all, I’d been staring at it in the portrait for long enough…

  But the rest of him, that incredibly built body. And the way he’d spoken to me, his voice amazingly deep and gentle. Just the thought of him made my body respond as if he were standing next to me. I could feel myself dampening, and my nipples seemed to be unrelentingly stiff and sensitive since yesterday. I glanced down. They were showing through my blouse even now. I crossed and uncrossed my legs for distraction and it only made things worse.

  The last meeting ran short and most of my coworkers were heading home early. The museum would stay open one more hour and I’d head home to freshen up and change. Then Max would pick me up…

  I stopped by the portraits on my way to the ladies room. The building was so quiet and empty that my footsteps echoed. I looked up into Anton’s eyes and felt myself grow warm and wet. I felt the way Max had made me feel, when he was sitting so close in the car. I closed my eyes and saw his big hands gripping the wheel. The last long year of abstinence was hitting me hard, now there was a man I was powerfully attracted to. A real, flesh and blood man. I smiled into Anton’s green eyes and peeked down the hall. Moments later I was alone in the ladies room, and seeing only Max’s face in my mind.

  I’d never done anything like this before and it felt so… naughty. The fear of hearing the door open actually heightened my excitement. I locked myself in a dark stall, telling myself almost everyone was gone for the day anyway. If I eased my desire now, I’d be calmer all evening. Maybe I’d be able to keep my wits about me when I heard his voice in my ear, if he kissed me tonight...

  I reached my hand down. God, it had been too long… I slipped a finger between soft folds and dipped it inside, drawing slick wetness up to my hardening clit. I shook with the intensity of the sensation. If my own fingers could do this, what would his be capable of? I pictured him standing there with me, his clean male scent making me dizzy, as he reached his fingers down and pushed mine aside...

  I drew a sharp breath and held it, stroking my thickening nub with my own slickness. My fingers slid over and around as my clit pounded with my heartbeat. My nipples tightened painfully as I imagined his naked cock in my hand. I would stroke him hard as he rubbed me in tight, hot circles. I imagined him swelling in my hands, as I used them both to pump his cock. He would drip clear drops of slick moisture as I worked him, and I’d ache to lap it up.

  I pushed a finger deep inside as I imagined his cock pushing in instead. My pussy clenched hungrily and I moved another finger in too. My hips rocked forward with the motions of my hand. I pushed my clit into my palm and used my fingers to thrust, imagining him pushing into me, filling me with his rock hard length… holding my hips as he drove into me, ready to burst…

  Bang, bang, bang! “Anybody in here?” I heard the guard’s voice outside the door and all the delicious tension inside me came crashing down. “Closing time in ten minutes.”

  I pulled my clothes back into place in a hot second and was washing my hands, waiting for the telltale flush to leave my cheeks. I splashed my face with cold water and dried myself with paper towels, taking long slow breaths to try to calm my racing heart. What the hell had I been thinking?

  Shocked by my own behavior I opened the door, peeking out to see if the coast was clear, and headed back to collect my things from my office. This man was messing with my reason. I was in the workplace, for heaven’s sake. If I was lucky, maybe Max could be part of my personal life. But work was work, and I was a responsible, level-headed employee. Remember that Ana, I told myself sternly.

  I gathered my bag and my laptop case and headed for the front door. If I was very, very lucky I’d make it to my car without seeing anyone. I felt like my almost-orgasm was written plainly across my forehead for the whole world to see… I was aching, needing release even more desperately now I’d been so close.

  I looked at my watch as I slipped into my car and headed for home. Shit! There was no way I’d have time to finish what I’d started before Max arrived.

  7

  Max

  The traffic light changed from red to green and the engine roared responsively as I stepped on the gas. A few more minutes and I would be at Ana’s door. I was ready to get on with this. I wasn’t even sure anymore which I was looking forward to most, holding the diamond in my hands… or holding Ana.

  I knew this was just a job and that I needed Ana only to get me closer to the stone. But there was something about her… She was delicate and sweet. The kind of good, old fashioned girl I never met in my kind of life. The women I’d been with were always beautiful, sometimes ambitious, often spoiled. They knew how I lived and knew not to expect anything more from me than the evening, the night. And I’d always liked it that way. But anticipating this evening with Ana brought an excitement and a challenge I found entirely new… and intriguing.

  Ana was from a world I’d never known. After she got her history degree, she’d gone to work for the museum. She dreamed of romance, marriage, a family. The only family I knew was in crime. International, multimillion dollar, dangerous crime. Our lives would only overlap long enough for me to take what I wanted. That was the job. Yet when I looked at her, flushed and pink, I felt something more, that I couldn’t put a name on…

  I pulled up to the address I’d had long before she’d given it to me. She rented the top floor of an old Victorian. I smiled. It suited her so. I climbed the back stairs to her private entrance.

  She answered the door, dressed in black silk, a tea length gown with a full skirt and an off-the-shoulder neckline. Her dark hair and darker eyes sparkled. Even in delicate black heels, she was tiny. I felt huge next to her. My thought flashed to her writhing on top of me as my rock hard cock impaled her, the fluffy skirt spread over us both. Every inch of me wanted her now. And I’m not, by nature, a patient man.

  “You’re lovely Ana. You’re always lovely.”

  She flushed with pleasure. “Thank you, Max. The flowers were just beautiful and I’m so… well… I’m just so glad you asked me to dinner tonight.”

  “I’d have asked when we first met, Ana, but I didn’t want to press you too soon.” I took her hand and stroked the top of it with one slow finger, smiling inside. It sounded like something Anton would have said.

  She gathered her wrap and her bag, and we headed for the restaurant. One of the best in the city. We talked about her day in the car, and then she blushed and grew charmingly quiet. I recognized the signs. She’d been thinking of me, anticipating tonight just as I was. I reached for her hand and made circles in her palm with my thumb as I drove.

  We were seated in a softly lit corner of the restaurant, my special request. Walkin
g in with her on my arm, I felt a surge of pride. She was the most beautiful woman in the room.

  “Petrova,” I said, looking into her eyes as the waiter brought caviar. “It’s a fine name. Is your family from Russia? Have you ever been?”

  “My grandfather came to the United States as a young man. He used to tell me stories about his life there. I’d love to go… someday.”

  “And you have a fascination with the Imperial Jewels. You told me something about a collection, an exhibit you’re working on.” The waiter poured the wine. I tasted it and nodded. “You mentioned I might be interested, and indeed I am.”

  “I’ve been working on it for a number of years,” she said excitedly, sipping her wine, her eyes flashing brightly. “Hillwood is famous for its collection of Russian jewels and I’ve been working on including a special piece, along with the others, for the very first time.” She put a spoonful of Beluga on a toast point. “It has a lovely legend attached to it. One that connects to the man in the painting. Anton Kozlov, the one you look like.”

  I topped off her wine glass as the scallops arrived. She was lovely in candlelight and learning to trust me, learning that I would listen. But I couldn’t push too hard. Not just yet.

  The rest of the evening was going to be about pleasure. And desire. My cock had been hard since she’d opened the door and I’d seen her in that dress. There was something about her tonight… something distinctly seductive.

  By the time we’d finished the cheesecake, we’d shared one bottle of wine and the better part of a second. She leaned gently against me as I led her out to the car, and waited as I unlocked her door. Her perfume was delicate, intoxicating. I brought her hand to my lips and looked into her eyes.