Page 59 of Wicked Little Thief


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He knew the feeling.

Liam watched her from the slider as she played with Phoebe in the backyard. She was so fucking beautiful it made his dick hurt as it pressed against the zipper in his trousers. The sight of her wearing his collar did something primal to him. Especially when she thoughtfully touched the charm against her neck, then offered him a bright smile when she found him watching her.

While he’d been mindful not to equate the act of collaring her as a punishment, she probably still viewed it as such.

But he wouldn’t have gone through with it if she hadn’t given him the green light vibes. And she’d delivered those vibes in spades—making him even more sure she was perfect for this.

It’s only until the end of December, he reminded himself. That’s all she’d been willing to agree to.

Still, he was going to enjoy the hell out these next four months.

Her cheeks were ruddy when she and Phoebe came back inside. He slipped an arm around her waist and bent down to whisper in her ear, “Go take a shower. Then I want you naked and on your knees, waiting for me in the bedroom.”

Her gasp was exactly the reaction he’d been hoping for. He playfully patted her ass. “You have thirty minutes.”

Without prompting, she replied, “I’ll be ready and waiting, Sir.”

It was all he could to keep from fucking her right there on the counter.

Wait.

I want to fuck her on the counter, so I’m going to fuck her on the counter. Because I can.

And he wasn’t going to let her come.

That would be a good lesson in patience and a way to remind her who was in charge.

“Stop!”

Utah froze in her tracks until he commanded, “Come back here.”

She turned around with big doe eyes. “Did I do something wrong, Sir?”

He offered her a reassuring smile. “Right now? No, other than being too beautiful. Put Phoebe in the laundry room and when you come back out, I want you naked and wet.”

She brushed against him, took his hand, and put it down her shorts.

Liam had to bite back a groan as his fingers explored her wet folds. She pressed her luscious tits against his chest while she breathed, “I’ve got half of that already taken care of, Sir.”

“Fuuuuck.”

She couldn’t be more perfect. Well, minus the whole hacking his hospital and almost costing him his job thing.

Plunging a finger inside her wet heat, he growled against her ear, “I need to fuck you right now, baby.”

She clung to his arm as he finger fucked her under her shorts. Finally, he pulled his hand away.

“Go put Phoebe away and hurry back so I can pound your pussy on this counter.”

She gave him a shy smile, then called for Phoebe, and the two of them scampered away.

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Utah

Maybe it was the fact that her only other alternative was going back to jail that made the idea of being Liam’s sex toy so… acceptable.

And man, was it ever acceptable.

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