"I'm serious, Gemma. Sleep. There's time to play later."
He ushers me inside before leaving, and I press my back against the door.
For the first time since this marriage started, I'm not counting down the days until it ends.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow.
To the partnership. The game. The twisted thing we're building together.
I'm looking forward to him.
CHAPTER 9
Saint
We've been at this for two months. Fucking with Adrian.
It was small at first.
A painting defaced, and then, a sculpture bought out from under him. Our focus has been on making it harder for him to hide his money.
But when he started finding work arounds, we escalated. And as our plans got more dangerous, the sex... The fucking sex...
Well, it got hotter.
Which is how we ended up in my office discussing our biggest hit since the gallery with my cock firmly in Gemma's tight little pussy.
"The shipment comes in Tuesday," I say, spreading the blueprints across my desk. "Three a.m. Red Hook docks."
"Adrian will have, fuck—" Gemma's words cut off in a gasp as I thrust up into her.
She's draped across my desk, dress hiked up, and my cock is disappearing inside of her, slowly. We'd been at this for half an hour. That's all I could stand.
First, I had her sit on me, warm my cock, as I discussed plans with her. My fingers teased her pretty nipples, but as she grewwetter and wetter, and she started squirming, my plans shifted from cock warming and teasing to all-out fucking.
Now, I'm thrusting into her hard as I show her blueprints.
Multitasking at its finest.
"Focus," I tell her, swatting at her ass. "Adrian will have what?"
She glares at me, breathless and flushed. "Guards. At least six. Maybe eight."
"Good." I thrust again. I had a mirror installed across from my desk, and I can see her flushed face. She's trying to keep it together, but she's failing as inch by inch I claim her. Over and over. "And the routes?"
"Two ways in. North entrance is, Saint, I can't think when you're—" She lets out a low moan, and I can see her eyes are heavy with pleasure.
"Yes, you can." I reach between us, find her clit with my thumb. Circle it slowly. "Two ways in. North entrance is what?"
"Camera coverage," she gasps, tightening slightly. I close my eyes briefly, trying to regain control. "South entrance has a blind spot between—oh God?—"
"Between?"
"Between two and four a.m. When the guards rotate."
"Perfect." I increase the pressure on her clit, and she clenches around me. "You're so fucking smart, you know that?" I press my lips against her neck. There's a spot right under her ear that she loves, and I press my teeth against it.
"Fuck Saint."
