I let out a soft gasp thinking he's naked underneath. But luckily, he's wearing tight black briefs, which however leave nothing to the imagination. The fabric clings to his powerful thighs and the very obvious, very impressive bulge at the front. When he turns slightly to grab a pair of trousers, I get a clear view of his tight, muscled ass.
I whip my head away so fast I nearly give myself whiplash, cheeks burning.
Get it together. You hate this man.
My eyes dart around for something, anything to focus on and land on the large center island in the middle of the closet. His phone is sitting right there on the marble surface. He must have brought it in with him.
My pulse spikes.
If I could just get my hands on that phone… hide it… I could call my sisters. I could?—
Nico’s voice cuts through my thoughts.
“Careful, little thief. I can see you thinking.”
I quickly look away from the phone, but it’s too late. He’s watching me with those sharp eyes, like he already knows exactly what I was planning.
I try to distract him before he can read me too well.
“How come you have so many watches?” I ask, walking casually toward the center island where his phone is resting.
Nico has his back to me as he buttons his shirt. I move quickly, snatch the phone, and slip it into the back waistband of my leggings, tugging my tank top down to cover it.
He turns around, now dressed in tailored black slacks and a crisp white shirt that stretches across his chest. He walks straight toward me.
“Because I can,” he answers simply.
He stops right in front of me. Too close. The air between us feels charged, electric. We stare at each other in silence. My pulse is hammering so hard I’m sure he can hear it.
“Your breath is hitched,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “Are you okay?”
My response comes out breathy. “I’m fine.”
He lifts a hand and brushes his knuckles slowly down the side of my face. The touch is feather-light but it burns. He trails them along my jaw, down my neck, then across my collarbone. Everywhere he touches, my skin ignites.
He leans in until his lips are at my ear. “Are you sure?” His forefinger presses gently against the frantic pulse in my neck. “Because I can feel how fast your heart is racing.”
I can’t answer. My mind is blank, overwhelmed by the heat of his body, the scent of his skin, the way his breath fans across my ear. And fear of being discovered.
“What?” he whispers, clearly enjoying this. “No smart response?”
He nips my earlobe with his teeth, just enough to make me gasp. A soft, involuntary sound slips from my throat.
His hands slide down my sides, slow and possessive, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Goosebumps erupt across my skin. He grips my waist, then moves lower, palming my ass with both hands.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmurs against my ear, voice dark and filthy. “Sneaking around my room… getting all worked up while I’m right here…”
Then, smack.
His hand comes down hard on my right ass cheek. I gasp sharply, shock and heat exploding through me.
Before I can even recover, he yanks the hem of my tank top up with one hand. His fingers close around his phone, pulling it from the waistband of my leggings.
He holds it up between us, a wicked, satisfied smirk on his face.
“I’m not stupid, little thief.”
My face burns with humiliation and lingering arousal as he holds his phone up between us, waving it slowly like a trophy, eyes gleaming with dark amusement.
