Caught in the Act: A Jewel Heist Romance Anthology

by Ainslie Paton

  She moved back on the lounge chair so that she rested against the back, her legs extended toward the foot. Her legs were still together, knees bent. She couldn’t hide her breasts, even if she wanted to.

  “The diamond pales in comparison to you,” he said. It was like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

  How had she forgotten about the diamond again? Its heavy weight should feel like a noose around her neck, but instead, it was so comforting she was able to forget about it.

  All her attention was focused on the man in front of her.

  He reminded her of a sleek jungle cat, which made her the prey. Finally, he sat on the edge of the chaise.

  He reached out and touched the diamond still nestled between her cleavage. He traced around the emerald-cut stone, down between her breasts, down her stomach, briefly dipping into her belly button and down further. He pressed her legs apart.

  “Don’t ever hide from me,” he commanded.

  She made a noise that could’ve been a protest, but in reality was need. With his eyes focused on her face, staring deep into her eyes, he used his finger to explore her most intimate areas.

  “Jake,” she gasped and pressed against his finger when he brushed up and down her center. He traced her folds, explored, but kept a teasing distance away from the spot where she most wanted to be touched.

  “So soft,” he said. “And smooth. I like it.”

  She hated waxing but if it made Jake look at her with such hunger, she’d endure the torture every day. Not that they’d ever have more than tonight, she reminded herself.

  “More,” she begged.

  “What do you want?”

  What a loaded question.

  “I want you.” And orgasms. Lots and lots of orgasms.

  “You’ll have me,” he said. “When I’m ready.”

  She pouted, which was new. She did not pout. Usually. “I didn’t know you were such a bully.”

  He took her breath away when he tossed his head back and laughed. “A bully? That’s rich.”

  She knew she was being ridiculous. Jake’s whole purpose in life was taking care of other people.

  Finally, he brushed his finger ever so slightly over her eager clit. Then he slid his finger down further and pressed into her, just the slightest bit. She arched her back, trying to bring him deeper into her body, but he anticipated her movement and countered, keeping just the tip of his finger inside of her.

  “You’re a bully and a tease.”

  “And you love every minute of it.”

  She couldn’t deny it.

  She whimpered when he slid his finger out from between her legs, leaving a damp trail in its wake. It took everything in her not to cross her arms over her chest and pout like a child.

  “You better watch yourself,” he warned.

  She’d enjoy any punishment he could think to dish out. He stood and walked to the end of the chaise. She stuck her tongue out when he turned his back to her, but he must have eyes in the back of his head, because the look on his face when he turned toward her again made it clear he knew what she’d done.

  He was tough and domineering and threatening, but she never doubted that he’d take care of her. She’d happily welcome anything he chose to do to her. Especially if it ended with him inside her and an earth-shaking orgasm.

  He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide, her lower legs hanging off the edge of the chaise. Instinct had her immediately trying to close them, but again, he knew what she was going to do before she did and he held her knees apart.

  “Don’t.”

  Moisture flooded her pussy when he spoke like that. She didn’t think her voice would come out as anything more than a squeak, so she simply nodded.

  She gasped when he bent and removed her shoe, kissing the inside of her foot before lowering it again. He repeated the motion on the other side.

  “I wish we had more time,” he said. “I’d love nothing more than to lick and kiss and caress every single inch of your body. But morning is going to come too soon and there’s so much more I want to do with you. To you.”

  Her thoughts mirrored his, so she simply said one word. “Yes.”

  He laughed quietly, but thankfully he must have agreed because he moved on. He kissed from her ankle up to the bend of her knee. “You taste good. And your skin is so soft, so smooth.”

  While his mouth focused on one leg, his hand brushed up and down her other leg. She was on the precipice of orgasm already and he hadn’t even touched one of her erogenous zones. Instead, he’d managed to turn her entire body into an erogenous zone.

  After lifting her leg to swirl his tongue over the inside of her knee, he lowered it and kissed his way up her body, finally, finally, perching between her thighs.

  “Please.”

  “Your pussy is beautiful. All plump and weeping for me.”

  She’d never been studied this closely before and while she thought she’d be uncomfortable with someone investigating her most private area so thoroughly, Jake sounded so honored she didn’t mind so much.

  Eventually, she felt the tiniest touch on her overheated core. Had she not been so in tune with what was going on down there, she would’ve missed it. She had no idea what had touched her.

  She arched against him, urging him.

  The next time something touched her body, it was his tongue. He swirled it around her clit, much like the way she’d licked his cock. After a few swirls, he licked lower and pressed inside of her. It wasn’t enough. She still wanted more.

  She moaned his name again.

  “I’ve never tasted anything better,” he said, his voice rumbling against her intimate flesh, sending shivers through her entire body.

  She’d never felt anything better.

  He licked up and down several times and then finally, when Ana thought she couldn’t take another moment, he focused his attention on her clit. At the same time, she felt something press into her.

  His finger was surprisingly thick, almost as thick as the cock of her last sexual partner. He removed it and then pressed two fingers in. He twisted them and thrust them hard into her. She gasped at the intrusion.

  “Oh yeah.”

  Ana’s entire being had migrated to the spot at the juncture of her thighs. Someone could come into the room and punch her in the head and she didn’t think she’d notice. The rest of her body had gone numb, but pleasure radiated from her core.

  He pulled his fingers from her and she whimpered. Jake might have stopped her before his orgasm, but she wanted this orgasm. She wanted this orgasm more than she ever remembered wanting anything in her life. A moment later, one finger was back, gathering her cream and moving it to the tight pucker of her ass.

  No one had ever touched her there before. She didn’t think she was supposed to like it as much as she did. She wriggled, trying to move his fingers.

  “Don’t try to get away from me, Princess. I know what you like. What you need.”

  His finger stilled when he spoke. She forced herself to relax.

  Then he pressed those two thick fingers back into her pussy. When his tongue returned to her clit, his finger gently pressed into her ass. It wasn’t an overly comfortable sensation, but it didn’t hurt either. Before she could analyze it any further, the fingers buried in her pussy found her G-spot. The triple sensation of his mouth on her clit, fingers in her pussy and another working its way into her ass was too much.

  She exploded with one hell of an orgasm.

  Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her entire body went taut. Pleasure enveloped her. The pulses of her orgasm seemed to be never ending. And that was just fine with her. If she could bottle this feeling, she could solve every problem in the world.

  Jake never let up. He kept licking and fucking her with his
fingers.

  But she wanted more.

  She wanted him to stretch her with that glorious cock.

  Eventually, after another killer orgasm, Jake allowed her body to calm down. His fingers slipped from her body. He kissed her clit the way she wished he’d kiss her mouth, and then he moved away. She felt cold and exposed without him between her legs.

  “So, what next?” she asked, stretching her muscles, loosening them for whatever would come next. “That was an amazing appetizer.”

  Chapter Four

  Jake stood up and turned away so she wouldn’t see his laughter.

  He loved the way she kept him on his toes. Not that he’d expected anything less. He’d just given her two orgasms that, from all appearances, rocked her world, and she had the nerve to ask what came next?

  It was impossible not to love her.

  Not that it changed anything.

  He had to get out from under Leonard, who was poised to take Staffordshire International down in an ugly way. Jake had been trying to warn him that his business practices were less than honest, hell, he was an immoral jackass and half of what he was doing was illegal. The SEC, the FBI and probably agencies with even more letters were waiting, circling like vultures for the slightest crack in SI. Jake considered it a miracle that Leonard hadn’t provided them with one yet. And Jake didn’t want to be anywhere nearby when the shit finally hit the fan.

  Jake had worked for Staffordshire International for years. His father and grandfather for decades before him. They’d always drilled into him how important it was to take care of the Staffordshires. Jake had always assumed that taking care of the Staffordshires meant taking care of SI.

  It didn’t.

  Leonard had the good fortune to be born with the Staffordshire name, and he had control of the family company, but none of that mattered.

  Ana was the real heir to the Staffordshire name. She was the one with the grace and poise and caring and sense of duty that Staffordshires for years had possessed.

  Jake’s job, he suddenly realized, and he should have always known this, was to take care of Ana. And she wanted the diamond. Jake had wanted the diamond only for the money. She wanted the diamond because it was the one tangible thing left of her family.

  There was no question now; he couldn’t sell it. But at the same time he couldn’t let Ana steal it either. No way would he let her get her hands dirty. Not to mention he’d already deposited, and used, a substantial advance from his buyer, which put him in a shitty situation.

  But if it was the one thing Ana wanted most in the world, he’d make sure it was hers. Because, he realized, there was one person in the world he’d do anything for.

  And she lounged on that old purple chaise right in front of him, naked except for the diamond, recovering after the incredible orgasms he’d given her.

  “Had I anticipated this, I’d have brought a butt plug for you.”

  “Excuse me?”

  He loved the way she tried to look haughty. Like she wasn’t bare-assed naked and he hadn’t already seen, and touched, the most intimate parts of her. Her grandmother had been a master of the look, and though Ana had practiced over the years, she’d never quite managed it.

  “You heard me. I’d love to start preparing you for my cock. Just a small one to start.”

  She looked down at his tented pants and then back up to his face. “I don’t think that would work.”

  He laughed again, a real laugh. Over the years, more times than he could count, he’d been accused of being overly serious. But not with Ana. Never with Ana. She always made him laugh.

  “Trust me, Princess, it’d work. And it’d make you feel so good. But...”

  “But what?” Her breathy voice almost brought him to his knees.

  “But I don’t think I’d last very long. You were so fucking tight on my finger and I was barely inside you.”

  “Oh.”

  He walked over to the lounger and stared down at her. Her skin flushed a beautiful shade of pink, and her breaths were still a bit uneven. Her breasts rose and fell and he couldn’t look away.

  The morning was coming much too quickly. There were too many things that he wanted to do to her. With her.

  He wanted to fuck her, yeah, no question, but he wanted so much more. He wanted to spend time worshipping her body like she deserved. And he desperately wished they’d have enough time to get kinky. He instinctively knew she’d be into that.

  Time was his enemy.

  “Jake? Is something wrong?”

  He’d gotten lost in his own thoughts. Something he really didn’t have the time for.

  His smile had scared lesser people over the years. His smile had been likened to a predatory shark’s. But when he smiled down at Ana, she just smiled back.

  “Trying to figure out how I want to fuck you,” he said.

  She leaned forward and knelt on the chaise before him. “Do I get an opinion? What are my options?”

  He debated telling her that she didn’t get an opinion, then decided he’d enjoy her reactions. “I’ve considered making you stand up behind this chair, bending you over, and fucking you from behind. But then I wouldn’t get to see your amazing tits.”

  She wriggled and he bit back a smile. She liked his words.

  “Or I could take your place on the lounger and pull you on top of me to ride me.”

  She looked down at the lounger. When she looked back up at him, her eyes were wide and glassy. “What’s the con to that choice?”

  He shook his head. “No con. But I’m also tempted to use that ugly tie Leonard gave me last Christmas instead of a bonus and tie you up. I’d tie your hands above your head and those tits would be thrust out and then I could press them together and fuck them.”

  “Oh my,” she moaned quietly.

  “Then, I can’t deny that I have the urge to make you lie back the way you just were and watch you pleasure yourself. I’d love to see your fingers sliding through your wet pussy. And then, of course, we have that glorious ass of yours.”

  “Jake.” He didn’t know if his name was a question or a plea.

  He couldn’t keep his hands off her any longer. He wrapped his arm low around her waist and pulled her off balance until she fell against his chest.

  “Yes, Princess?”

  “I like all of those. Except the last one.”

  He leaned down so he could whisper in her ear. “If we had time, I’d make sure you’d learn to like the last one, too.”

  Disregarding every option he’d given her, doing something he told himself he shouldn’t do, he leaned her back on the chaise and came down on top of her. It was much more intimate than was smart. He wanted more than a taste of her, wanted enough memories to get him through the rest of his life remembering this one encounter, but he knew he shouldn’t take her face to face. If he were to come deep inside her, while looking into those beautiful blue eyes that had been such a huge part of his life, he knew the suffering would never end.

  He’d spend the rest of his life reliving the moment.

  And it would be torture.

  But at the moment, he didn’t care about any future suffering. He wouldn’t give up this one night for anything.

  He lowered his mouth and kissed her.

  The kiss was soft at first. Just lips on lips, touching, feeling. Judging by the stiffening of her body, she was just as surprised as he was. But she softened underneath him, and he deepened the kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her. He wanted to make sure no man she ever kissed in the future would ever be his equal. It was an asshole thing to want, but he couldn’t help himself.

  She was so firmly imprinted on him, he wanted to at least try to make sure she’d always remember him.

  She tasted like chocolate-covere
d strawberries and champagne and everything that was perfect and good in the world. He pressed against her, feeling the sharp edges of the diamond necklace between them.

  His hands slid up her body from where they rested low on her hips. His hands dipped into the curve of her waist and then up to her incredible tits. He didn’t want to move away from her, but needed to feel the plump globes he’d been dreaming about since she started filling out in high school.

  He shouldn’t have been surprised when he felt her small hand pushing him away so she could work on the zipper of his pants. She made quick work of the pants and pushed them, along with his boxers, down as far as she could. It wasn’t nearly far enough. He wanted to be completely skin to skin.

  Their mouths stayed fused the whole time. Sometimes he led, sometimes he allowed her to lead, but it became clear that she didn’t want to stop any more than he did. Unfortunately, he had to get his stupid pants off.

  He pulled back, removed his pants, socks and shoes, and grabbed the condom he’d stashed in his pocket earlier.

  “Before, in the other room, you said nothing between us but the diamond.”

  He caught a note of desperation in her voice. Or was that only hope on his part?

  “Ana,” he started, using her name so she’d know it was serious. But she stopped him, a small hand on his warm chest.

  “I’m on the pill,” she said. “And I know it’s stupid. I’ve never had sex without a condom before and I never would, unless it was someone I knew well. I’d never even ask anyone else. I’m clean. Safe. I swear it. And I trust you. I trust that you’d never do anything to hurt me.”

  Fuck.

  The faith she had in him was staggering.

  “I’ve never had sex without a condom. Never. And Leonard makes us get routine physicals. I’m tested for everything under the sun regularly and I haven’t been with anyone in...a while.”

  Since long before his last physical.

  Her hand on his chest curled into a fist. “Like I said, I trust you.”

  She shouldn’t.