~Chapter 28~
Landy
“Your father is an international jewel thief?” My jaw wide, I stand and stare.
“Not so loud.” He glances around at the cops, then walks me to the sidewalk. As we wander past tree-lined, perfectly manicured, lawns in front of cookie cutter McMansions, he explains his elaborate plans to steal a priceless jade necklace.
“So, are you in or out?” Brows raised, he takes my hands.
His gaze captures mine and I squeeze my legs together, trying like hell to focus on something other than sex.
“Firefly? You with me?” One side of his nose flares and as his pupils widen, I try to grasp onto reality.
“You’re want me to help you swipe jewelry at a fancy-ass Communist party.”
Chuckling, he tucks a wayward lock of ponytail hair behind my ear, leans in, and whispers, “You’re my partner, aren’t you?”
In my book, attending a black-tie affair is almost as much fun as crashing into the New York Harbor. “I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Put it on your credit card. As soon as you collect the bounty money, you’ll be rich.” His smug face is so far off the mark it’s not funny.
“Maureen isn’t going to pay out squat.”
He tucks my chin. “The posted reward is for information leading to the arrest of the killer. If necessary, I’ll take her estate to court. I want my half, too.”
No longer threatened by homelessness, my heart soars. “Oh my God. Thank you so much. I love y-… um… being your um, partner in crime.”Awkward. My face heats and if he notices, he pretends not to.
“I love being yours, too. I missed you, firefly.” He brushes his lips across mine and soon we’re tangling tongues, our lower bodies pressed tight to each other.
Coming up for air, I recall my other obligations and sigh. “Would you mind picking up Trixie, Jonathan, and Pup? I’m supposed to talk to them every day and I’ve been neglecting my duties.
He rolls his eyes. “Sure, why not.”
Having not slept, the minute we hit the road, I’m dead to the world. I don’t wake until we’re stopped in front of our one-bedroom condo. While he grabs Jonathan and Trixie out of the back seat, I hold the robotic dog.
We ignore the strange looks in the lobby and as the elevator opens, I can’t help but laugh all the way to his door.
Inside, I make sure the bots are turned off before making my way to the bedroom. Dash follows on my heels and as he locks the door, I snicker. “Seriously?”
“I don’t trust those three.” He tosses his shirt aside, kicks off his shoes, and as he drops his pants, I curse my boot zipper.
“Dammit.” On my ass, foot in the air, I fight to free my foot from the leather.
“Let me.” Hands on my ankle, he pulls the sole to his chest, and slips his fingers up my inner thigh.
Then, he traces a line back down to the top of the leather and tugs on the zipper until the teeth part.
Naked, he strips me down, one layer at a time. When done, he kneels at the foot of the bed, spreads my knees, and sucks at my core.
“Dash!” I try to close my legs, but he holds them open, and flattens his tongue to my nub.
A little growl comes from his throat. “Let it go, firefly.”
“Not without you.”We’re equals. That means in sex, too.
“Bloody hell, you will.” A knuckle inside me, he turns it like a key, and as he licks my clit, my orgasm unlocks.
“Holy shit.” My orgasmic body quivering, he places his tip at my core and thrusts so deep, I scream.
