Page 61 of Wicked Little Thief


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But she didn’t say anything.

Part of him wanted her to. He liked her feistiness. But considering he was making a point; he appreciated her obedience.

Something told him it was going to be short-lived.

She was still naked when she walked out of the closet with a defiant step in her gait and a pile of clothes in her arms. But she still didn’t say anything.

Liam entered the closet and looked around with a smile. He liked sharing his space with her. It’d done something to him when he’d come yesterday to find her clothes next to his in his bedroom closet.

He pulled on a pair of black workout shorts, a grey Boston Red Sox t-shirt, and a pair of black socks. His sneakers were downstairs by the door leading to the garage.

Utah was dressed and standing at the balcony door looking out into the backyard when he walked back into their bedroom.

He came up behind her and possessively palmed her tits over her t-shirt. She leaned back against his chest, surrendering to his touch while grinding her ass against his groin.

“Are you still wet, baby?”

“Mmm hmm,” she whimpered.

“Good.” He pinched her nipples poking out through the fabric of her shirt, and she let out a soft moan.

Then he released his hold and patted her ass before stepping away. “Are you ready to go?”

Her mouth hung open in surprise, but again, she didn’t say anything other than a brusque, “Yeah, I guess.”

He gave her a pointed look with one eyebrow raised, and she begrudgingly corrected herself, but her tone was still clipped.

“Yes, Sir.”

He swallowed his chuckle. “Let’s go get Phoebe.”

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Utah

What. The. Fuck?

Why was he being like that? When they’d been together before, he’d made sure she came before he did, sometimes more than once.

Now he seemed to be purposefully denying her an orgas—ohhh.

He was purposefully denying her an orgasm.

Not cool, My Liege. Not cool.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Utah

She was surprised when he reached for her hand as soon as they stepped onto the driveway, and she cocked her head at him in an unspoken question.

He answered her with a wink as he told her, “I don’t want Don or anyone else getting any ideas about having a shot with you.”

His possessiveness was kind of hot, even if she was mad at him for keeping her from an orgasm.

She knew he was testing her, and she was determined to pass. It was her first day with him, after all. How sad would it be if she couldn’t even handle it on the first day?

Phoebe trotted politely alongside them as they traversed the neighborhood. It was a beautiful evening, and there were plenty of people out who wanted to stop and chat with them.

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