“Did you hear that, babe?” Cash winked at Sable. “We can kiss for the photo.”
“How generous of him,” she teased.
“We better seize this opportunity.” Cash wrapped his arms around her waist and dipped her with a kiss as the camera captured their love.
“This security system will be a piece of cake,” Peter said, the phone on speaker so they could work while they planned, and Cash and Sable sat on the floor of their Italian Villa surrounded by their reconnaissance. “The upside of working a job in the private sector,” her partner continued. “People are not nearly as prepared as businesses. Honestly, Sable, you don’t need my help. The cameras are only pointed at the streets and doors.”
“Because everyone always forgets to look up,” Sable said.
“If you enter from the roof, they’ll never see you coming,” Peter said. “And we all know how you love your rooftops. The alarms are connected to the doors but not the second-story windows. You’ll slip in no problem.”
“That’s what we thought, but we wanted you to confirm,” Sable said.
“You’ll be fine. It’ll probably be too easy for you, but a paycheck is a paycheck,” her partner said. Sable hadn’t given up her thieving ways. She’s simply redirected them, and she and Peter now owned a consulting and recovery business. Companies around the world hired them to test their security and provide solutions for the weaknesses Sable found. She also recovered stolen art and artifacts, and in some instances, family heirlooms seized by arguing relatives.
“What about the statue itself?” Sable asked. “Is there security inside the house monitoring it?”
“No,” Peter said. “It’s a residential residence. The cameras are only outside.”
“It’s like they want to be robbed,” Cash chuckled.
“In their defense, they’re expecting their family to come after the statue, not The Rabbit’s Foot,” Peter said.
“Seems like she doesn’t need my help,” Cash said.
“But I want it.” Sable reached over and squeezed his knee. “It’s fun having you participate in this aspect of my life.”
“It is, even if it feels weird. I’m used to protecting art from thieves, not stealing it.” He lifted her hand from his leg and kissed her knuckles. “
“Careful, Sable,” Peter said. “You might corrupt your honorable Fae guard here.”
“That’s the plan.” She rose to her knees and crawled across the carpet.
“All right, I’ll let you guys go since it’s late over there,” Peter said. “Call me if you need help with the security, and have fun.”
“We will.” Cash hung up her phone as he watched her crawl closer. “We most definitely will.”
Cash slid his fingers through Sable’s hair and pulled her into a searing kiss. She moaned against his lips, and that was all the invitation he needed. He dragged her into his arms and rolled her to her back on the carpet, savoring the way she tugged him down with her. He loved this woman more than humanly possible, but something about the Italian air made her irresistible. He didn’t know if it was the vacation glow, the summer dresses, or the ancient romance consuming the city, but he’d been struck by Cupid’s arrow all over again. And not the special forces Fae warrior Cupid he’d served with who was the ferocious defender of romance. No, it was the fictional cherub who had him falling head over heels with his soulmate again.
“Thief is a good look on you,” Sable gasped as he slid his hand up her thigh and shoved her panties aside. “Turning you dangerous and hungry.”
“You in these sundresses are what’s making me starving.” Cash made quick work of removing his clothes, but when Sable reached to tug the dress off, he grabbed her hands and pushed them away. “No.” He lowered himself between her thighs and hiked her skirt up. “Leave it on. These dresses are driving me crazy. I want to fuck you in it.”
“We never make it to a bed, do we?” she moaned as he yanked her shoulder strap down so hard that her breast spilled out of the fabric, perfect pink nibble begging for his attention.
“It’s a good thing.” Cash sucked the nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the peak until she was writhing beneath him. “It means that I can’t wait to have you.” And with that, he thrust inside her.
She was soaking wet and desperate, and they fell silent as they kissed and moaned and fucked. She came so hard that her back arched off the carpet, and Cash rolled over, settling her on top of him. He wanted to watch her take his swollen cock in that beautiful dress, and he shoved her skirt up to her waist so he could see where they were joined. He loved how her pussy stretched around him, and understanding his meaning, Sable yanked the other strap off her shoulder. Her clothed breast sprung free, and she pinched her nipples with a sharp intake of breath.
“Fuck, little rabbit, I’m going to come too fast if you don’t stop that,” he groaned. The sight of her pussy split open on his cock had him embarrassingly close to exploding already.
“Come inside me, Cash.” Her pace sped up as she rode him. “Fill me, please. I want to finish with your cum inside me.”
“You’re a filthy little thief, aren’t you?” He gripped her hips for dear life.
“For you I am.”
“And for only me,” he growled.
