He waited for Sable to text back, but when the phone remained silent, he tucked it into his pocket and headed into the kitchen for a drink. Sometimes when she was testing security, she put her phone on silent. Nothing gave a thief away like a ringing cell.
Cash didn’t bother to turn on the light as he grabbed a glass and shoved it under the refrigerator’s filter. The small spout litupwith a faint blue glow as the cool water filled his cup.It was barely bright enough to illuminate his surroundings, but it was enough to warn him. Every cell in Cash’s body stilled as gooseflesh raced over his skin. He wasn’t alone. Someone was in his house. Cash placed the glass on the counter and stepped intothe middle ofthe darkened kitchen. He didn’t have a weapon, so cooking utensils would have to do.Normally, he wasn’t worried about the lack of aweapon. He was more efficient and brutal than most constructed devices, but this intruder had bypassed his defenses, as well as his heightened Fae senses. They were good. Too good. And they were in his house with his son.
A shadow on his right shifted, and Cash slowly angled his body for the attack. His muscles coiled. His senses focused, and he took a calming breath… and noticed perfume. The floral note smelled like spring and the comfort of home, but before he couldfullyplace the scent, the shadows surged to life.
Cash bent his knees and met the attacker head-on, but at the last second, the intruder’s agile form spun out of his reach. A hand slapped his ass as the person escaped into the darkened living room, and Cash twisted on his heels and lunged. His fingers grazed the back of the intruder’s shirt, and a stifled gasp sounded from their mouth… a decidedly feminine gasp.
The woman’s speed increased, pulling her shirt from his fingertips, and she bolted for the staircase. She was fast, but not fast enough. It took himall offive seconds to catch her as she stepped onto the stairs, and together they crashed to the steps. Before she could escape his hold, Cash grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her back, pinning her below his weight before grabbing her wrists and trapping them above her head.
“The perfume gave you away, little rabbit,” he growled as he nudged the woman’s legs apart and settled his hips between her welcoming thighs.
“I wanted to sneak up on you, not get shot,” Sable moaned as he ground his hardening cock against her core. “I knew you would recognize my perfume, which was why I reapplied before I snuck inside. If I hadn’t wanted you to notice me, you wouldn’t haveevenknown I was home.”
“You think you’re that good?” he asked.
“I’ve been here for twenty minutes and you never noticed, so yes.” She hooked her legs around his waist and yanked him closer. Cash lost his balance and collapsed on top of her. Sable seized the opening and pressed her lips to his in a ravenous kiss.
“I fucking missed you,” she moaned. “And I believe your text said something about making my legs shake.”
“Oh, I’m going to make more than your legs shake for that,” Cash growled as he gripped her pants and yanked them down. He was so rough that the fabric ripped, and fueled by the sound, he tore her shirt down the middle to reveal her bare breasts.
“No bra?” He leaned forward and bit her nipple just hard enough to tell her how the night was going to play out.
“Fuck.” Sable grabbed his hair and pulled him harder against her chest. “I knew exactly what I was in for when I broke in. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like I’m a thief you caught and need to punish.”
Cash yanked his sweats down off his hips and thrust inside his girl with one rough stroke. She was soaking wet, her pussy aching for him, and he bottomed out without resistance. She was always wet for him, and he wore her pleasure as a badge of honor. The more a woman craved a man, the easier she welcomed his cock inside her, and Sable’s pussy had become his home. She always wanted him, was always desperate and ready, and he fucking loved how turned on she was even after a year together.
“Is this what you want, thief?” he asked as his rhythm turned rough. Through his haze of lust, he realized her back was digginginto the steps, but she didn’t seem to care. She simply moaned and writhed beneath him, her breasts bouncing erotically as he fucked her. “You want to be pinned to the floor and made to take my cock?”
“Yes, sir.” She pulled his hair as her climax rushed to the surface, and he captured her arms, pinning them back against the stairs so that she was deliciously splayed out for his pleasure.
“No, no, little thief.” He gripped her wrists with one hand and then slid his other below her ass to guide her movements. With his every thrust, he shifted her pelvis so that her clit rubbed against his skin, and he loved the way she bit her lip to keep from screaming. “You don’t get to control what happens here. You broke in, but I caught you, soyou’re going totake whatever I give you.”
“Oh god, please.” She started to shake. “Please, sir, I need to come.”
“You’ll come when I say you can,” Cash kissed her to silence her moans. Theyhad a tendencytofuck in all the wrong places, and while Clover was sound asleep, he didn’t need the boy waking while he railed Sable on the steps.
“Please let me come,” she begged, her pussy tightening with such passion, he wasn’t sure he could hold on much longer.
“No.” Cash lowered his lips to her breasts and bit her nipple again before sucking into his mouth to ease the sting. “You’re being punished. You don’t get to come until I’ve had my fill of you.”
“Cash.” The teasing fled her voice as she used his name, and he growled against her skin. She was playing dirty. She knew the fastest way to make him spill inside her was to moan his name. “Cash, I love you.”
She exploded, coming so hard, he had to kiss her to keep her silent. She screamed into his mouth as she pulsed around him, and he almost blacked out at how amazing it felt.
“So much for being punished,” he chuckled against her lips.
“That’s whathappens when I don’t see you for a few days.” She wrapped him in her arms as he slowed to give her a chance to recover. “I could probably come from just looking at you.”
“Oh yeah?” Cash pulled back to stare at her in the darkness. “Should we test that theory?”
Cash pulled out, and as much as he hated parting from her, he wanted their reunion to last. He grabbed his aching length and gave it a rough stroke before settling on his heels. “Go on,” he encouraged. “You can’t say things like that and leave me hanging.”
“Hanging is one word for it.” She glanced hungrily at him, and then she peeled her torn clothes off her body. “Did you like the outfit?” she asked as she slipped her hands between her thighs. “I purposely bought clearance leggings so that you could destroy them.”
“Giving me all my favorite things,” he said as he watched her with undivided attention. She was so painfully beautiful, and living together had only heightened his desire for her. His focus on her skilled fingers encouraged her performance, and within minutes she was writhing on the steps, playing with herself just how he liked it. She put on a mesmerizing show, holding his gaze as she exaggerated all her movements. She moaned and tugged and thrust. She pushed her fingers deep inside her pussy and twisted her swollen nipples, all the while keeping eye contact, and Cash suddenly regretted his request. He might be the one to come just by the sight of her.
“Do you like what you see, sir?” she asked as her breathing changed. “Do you like how wet I get looking at you and how pink my nipples are from tugging on them?”
