Page 41 of Benjamin and the Thief

“Now, you’re at my mercy.”

He took his time scooting down to her legs, stopping to lick her nipples that quickly turned into hard little pebbles, while she felt moisture pool at her sex. She spread her legs wider, welcoming him as he slid into the space she’d made for him. He cupped her pussy and slid his fingers lower, until she felt them rub against her aroused flesh.

“Damn, baby! If I’d known that this is all it takes to make you wet, I would have done that when I locked you in my car that first night. I should have sucked you right there and then. Maybe then you wouldn’t have run away.”

Her heart beat out of control. “People would have seen us.”

“All they would have seen was a man who can’t get enough of his hot girlfriend and wants to make sure she’s fully satisfied so she doesn’t leave him for another man,” he suggested and winked mischievously. “Now if you don’t mind, I have a sexy woman to satisfy. And I’m eager to get on with my job.”

His words sent a thrill through her core. Before she could respond, she felt his mouth on her, his hot tongue licking along her slit, gathering the juices that were dripping from her. She felt weightless as if he’d lifted her onto a cloud of cotton wool. Everything around her blurred, while she surrendered her body to his tender ministrations, and her mind went back to his words.

Was he really worried that she would leave him for another man if he didn’t perform to her satisfaction in bed? Did he not know that he was everything any woman could possibly want? It wasn’t just his physique that she loved—and who wouldn’t? He was handsome beyond belief, muscular and strong, well-spoken and intelligent, but he was so much more. Kind and tender, responsible and understanding, helpful and resourceful. Not to mention, talented in bed. As if he’d studied women’s bodies for years. Maybe he had, because he knew exactly what she needed.

He lapped against her center of pleasure, and his hot breath caressed her sensitive flesh. With both hands on her thighs, he held her legs spread wide. She’d never much liked a man going down on her. In truth, she’d never climaxed during it. Perhaps because she’d never truly been able to relax and let go with another man. But there was something about Benjamin that made her feel safe in his arms, and she could trust him to take care of her.

With every stroke of his relentless tongue, she felt her arousal rise. She wanted to reach for his head, run her hand through his dark hair, but was jerked back by the handcuffs she’d already forgotten about. At the sound of them rattling against the headboard, Benjamin lifted his head and stared at her, instantly alert.

“You okay?”

She nodded. “Better than okay.”

He smiled and dipped his head back to her pussy, continuing where he’d left off. At the renewed sensual contact, a moan rolled over her lips, and she undulated her hips to seek more friction.

“Faster,” she demanded, barely recognizing her own voice.

Benjamin instantly followed her command, and her tender flesh began to tingle. She recognized the sensation.

“Oh, so close.”

He moved his tongue faster, rubbing over her clit with more pressure, when she felt it. Like a wave, her orgasm washed over her, the sensation spreading from her core to every cell of her body. Benjamin slowed his movements, lapping against her clitoris softly now, reigniting her climax just as it was about to ebb. She heard her own moans echo against the walls, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t care who heard her or what she sounded like. All she felt was the pleasure Benjamin was giving her.

By the time she came down from her high, Benjamin was uncuffing her.

“You’re amazing,” she murmured, smiling at him.

“I’m just following your lead,” he claimed and pulled her into his arms.

He drew the duvet over them. Tucked against the curve of his warm body, she suddenly felt sleepy. She stifled a yawn.

“You need to sleep, baby. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us,” he said with a warm tone in his voice.

She hummed her acknowledgment, and a few seconds later, her eyes became too heavy to stay open.

18

By the time they reached Gloria Evans’s office the next day, it was already noon. Catalina had awoken in Benjamin’s arms late morning. It was no surprise that they’d both slept so long. It had been well after midnight when they’d gone to sleep, and at some point during the night, she’d awoken to Benjamin caressing her tenderly. His touch had reignited her desire for him, and they’d made love once more. She was astonished by Benjamin’s stamina. He was insatiable, and it appeared that it was infectious, because she too couldn’t keep her hands off him.

On their way to the public defender’s office, they’d stopped at a café to have breakfast. She’d been famished and devoured an omelet, toast, and a bowl of fruit, while Benjamin had eaten very little.

Gloria Evans was the public defender who’d been assigned to Santiago’s case. She was in her early to mid-thirties and pretty. When Catalina and Benjamin entered her office after being announced by a receptionist who seemed to work for a whole host of attorneys, she looked up from her desk.

Her office was full of stacks of files occupying every conceivable surface, even the floor.

“Yes? How can I help you?” Gloria Evans asked, her question directed at Benjamin, before her gaze swept to her.

Her forehead furrowed. “I know you. You’re the sister of one of my clients. Uh…”

She appeared to search her mind for the correct name.