Touched by a Thief (5 page)

Feeling the tiny spasms that started in the pit of her belly and spiraled outward, Monty caught his mouth in a kiss and gave herself over to her orgasm.

Gerard’s hold on her bottom tightened, he thrust rampant, battling his need for control versus his need to spill his seed in her womb.

Gerard pulled out of her, and Monty whimpered. Two orgasms after months of deprivation wasn’t nearly enough. Did he know that? Was that why he was holding back?

He kicked off his shoes, his slacks, then took her hand and led her in front of the fireplace. He motioned for her to lie down.

“I want to look in your eyes when I make you cum again.”

She nodded. She lay on the plush carpet, vaguely wondering if their lovemaking would leave burns on her skin, but not caring enough to suggest stopping. She’d had worse than carpet burns from things not nearly as pleasant as orgasmic sex.

Wrapping her legs around his, she met him thrust for thrust. Pleasure curled and weaved its way through her body, taking every nerve cell captive.

Waves of tingles pulsed, causing her to squeeze his cock with her vagina. Her muscles beat to the pulse, milking his hard length, causing his legendary control to shatter and spill inside her in a frenzied pistoning of his hips.

Jealousy, potent and blinding, whipped through Ian at the smile of satisfaction on the woman’s face. From the moment Monty entered the fancy dining room, he’d watched every move she made via surveillance equipment he’d installed months ago. Until tonight, he’d never caught anything of interest.

He’d almost shit in his pants when she offered herself to the sleek bastard he currently worked for.

When she’d taken Gerard’s cock into her lovely throat, he’d battled thunderous urges he had no business feeling. Urges that made him want to punch the other man’s too perfect face into a pulverized mess. Urges that made him want his cock in Monty’s hot mouth.

Monty was more woman than most men could handle. Definitely more woman than the bastard restoring his clothing deserved.

Ian leaned back, tugged at his jeans to ease the constraint on his throbbing cock and stared at the computer monitor.

Had that been him, he’d have bent Monty over one of those chairs and fucked her. Before the meal. During the meal. Afterwards, too.

He closed his eyes, visualized how she’d looked, naked, before Gerard’s hands soiled her. When it had been her hands splayed over her belly, touching. Touching where he wanted
his
hands.
His
mouth.

He’d slide his palms over her long legs, her smooth round ass, grab her hips, and push deep inside those sweet wet walls of hers.

And never had he been not been able to leave a woman behind and move on to the next one to cross his path, but Monty haunted his dreams.

But from the beginning, she’d been a mark. A pawn needed to bring down the lucky bastard who she’d just spread her beautiful legs for.

Not so long ago, that had been him she touched, wanted, but she hadn’t even known who he was, what he was. All she’d known was the undercover garbage he’d fed her, doing as Kincaid bid with the exception of actually doing Monty. For a few blissful weeks he’d been her lover and partner in crime. Amazingly, she’d fancied herself in love with him, which didn’t fit her profile, and had made him wonder if she’d somehow seen through his ruse and was testing him. Only at the look of betrayal in her eyes when she’d realized he’d set her up to take the fall for the jewels they’d stolen together did he realize Monty had truly cared for him and he’d battled unfamiliar guilt.

Damn it, he’d only been doing his job.

She’d never forgive him.

What was he thinking? He didn’t need her forgiveness, didn’t need a damned thing from her. Except to use her to get to the DeGassi. She was the key.

Ian stared at the screen, hating how his dick throbbed for the woman pulling her hair away from her face and laughing at something Kincaid said. Hating how she haunted his dreams and he couldn’t get past the completeness he’d felt during the weeks they’d shared, the weeks when he’d pretended she was the center of his existence.

Surely when this case closed, his desire for Monty would fade. Hopefully that would be damned soon, because watching her fuck another man was proving a more difficult assignment than any he’d known, and for a man with his past that was saying something.

Chapter Four

Monty stretched out lazily and wondered how long the government would allow her the luxury of being pampered by Gerard and enjoying the comforts of being his mistress.

For the past two weeks, her days had been much the same, and she spent most of her time playing with Gerard. Sexual play and physical play. Although they’d fought on the night they met and his no doubt research on her past, he’d been surprised when she’d asked him about working out with him. After heated lovemaking, they battled in Gerard’s highly equipped exercise room. Initially, Gerard held back, but this morning he’d let loose and they’d went at each other.

As with the night they’d met, the heat of battle left both with high adrenaline and need for sexual release. He’d taken her, right there on the mat covering the floor. Then he’d carried her to his bedroom.

The fact she’d let him carry her said a lot. She wasn’t one prone to allow a man to carry her, preferring to be thought of as an equal. Gerard knew this, and would hopefully see her submission as a sign of her guard down. She needed his guard down so she could find the Degassi.

In his bedroom, he’d made love to her again. A slow, taming of her body with his cock buried within her. She had to admit, she was happier than she’d have ever believed she could be after Ian.

No, she’d promised herself she wasn’t going to let that lying, stealing, back-stabbing bastard intrude on her present. Once she’d accomplished what she’d come to do, Ian would consume her future. Revenge couldn’t come soon enough.

Still, she didn’t trust Gerard. Sure, he’d rescued her from prison, but he’d soon tire of her body and then he’d move on to some other lovely.

Then where would she be? Still a jewel thief? Robbing from those with excess and selling her wares to fund an organization that provided food, education, and hope to third world countries? Reality was that without her generous autonomous influx of funds to the charity through the bogus corporation she’d set up, the charity couldn’t do a fraction of the things it currently accomplished. And still it wasn’t enough. Countries like Darfar and the crisis the people there faced was proof enough of that.

But would the government watch her, be waiting for her to slip up so they could haul her back to jail? She wouldn’t go. She’d rather die than loose her freedom again.

But what she did want, what did cause the sense of restlessness in her blood, was the need to seek vengeance against Ian.

After her lack of amenities for the past few months, she’d lazed in the luxuries of Gerard’s home, healing that feminine part of her that ached from Ian’s callous treatment of her trust. But inside, she felt the itchy niggles of the need for adventure, that adrenaline rush she craved, the next steal.

Gerard spoiled her. Gave her expensive baubles. Bracelets, earrings, rings. But no necklaces. Instinctively, she knew it was because he wanted her to wear the necklace he’d given to her so long ago. She wore it each night when they met in the dining room for their evening meal.

Enjoying his attention much more than she should thanks to months of enforced depravity, she grabbed the box and opened the velvet lined container.

His gaze trailed over her, from where their eyes met to downward, making her acutely aware that she lay naked in Gerard’s bed. That the sheet bunched at her waist and her nipples strained in Ian’s direction.

Amusement toyed on his lips at her body’s obvious reaction to him. “Looks like you’re happy to see me.”

“You bastard,” she spat, sitting up, but not bothering to cover her nakedness. Why should she? He’d seen it all up close and personal numerous times before.

Pushing off the door he shrugged.

He advanced toward her and for a brief moment her body cried for her to pull him into the bed, to take him into her body in remembered bliss. Her heart cried in joy at being near the one person who had the power to make her heart beat faster and slower at the same time. Then she remembered this was Ian. Ian, who’d set her up to take a fall, who’d pretty much bought the ticket that sent her to jail.

The first man she’d trusted, perhaps ever, and he’d taken that trust and shattered it into a million pieces.

Her fists clenched. She fought flinging herself at him. She wanted to attack. Clawing out his eyes and ripping off his dick would go a long way to making her feel better.

Then it hit her. Ian was in Gerard’s bedroom. In Gerard’s apartment.

“What the hell are you doing here?” The fact he had slipped past Gerard’s minions and security system got her juices flowing. But then, in many ways Ian had been her equal, loving the thrill of adrenaline as much as she. He’d tracked her down. Why? Did he regret his stabbing her in the back?

“What?” He stood next to the bed, his eyes glittering like light bouncing off onyx. “You’re going to deny you’re glad to see me? That even while you lie naked in another man’s bed your body isn’t wet from my being near?”

She was wet from his being near. Damn him.

“Get the hell out of here, Ian. Gerard will kill you if he finds you in our bedroom.”

For the briefest second she thought something dark and heated flared in his eyes. Jealousy? But she decided she must have been wrong, because he laughed. “He might try.”

God, would that ever be a cock fight if Gerard and Ian came face-to-face. Both arrogant, sure of themselves, each thinking they were the dominant male, each would have to prove they were the alpha. She clenched her thighs, trying to tamper her mounting sexual awareness. If ever she were going to be a third in a threesome, she’d want Ian and Gerard completing the triangle. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, trying to force the image of both men, naked and vying for her attention, licking her, touching, caressing, one forcing her mouth around him while the other pounded her pussy.

“Besides, why would he care I’m here?” Ian’s eyes landed on her breasts and gave an appreciative perusal of the beaded peaks. She swallowed. How could he make her so needy? She’d had two fabulous weeks with Gerard. It wasn’t as if she could claim depravation from her imprisonment. Gerard had treated her as if they were honeymooners and lavished her with his attention. Much more so than what she’d expected. Or deserved.

“Kincaid sent me.” Ian’s cock sureness annoyed the hell out of her.

“Gerard?” She eyed him suspiciously, not allowing her gaze to travel over the form-fitting black t-shirt he wore, the tight black jeans that caressed his narrow hips and muscular thighs. But even without directly looking, the vision sank in, burning itself into her retina and tensing her body. Damn him.

Ian sank to the edge of the bed, near her, and she fought scampering back. He couldn’t touch her. She craved his touch. Would shatter into a thousand pieces if his skin met hers. He couldn’t touch her. Not after what he did. Why did he hold such power over her?