THE THIEF
To say this burglary isn't going as planned would be the understatement of the century. The last job I was on was during another one of these boring dinner parties, and I’d seen Sophia as I was about to slip out. I’d stuck around long enough to learn her name, but she’d haunted me ever since. Looking down at Sophia’s tight, young body squirming against mine and the way her blue eyes are glazed over with desire has me so f*****g hard I can barely think. I want to pull my glove off and feel her p***y against my skin, but she seems to be enjoying the glove, and f**k if that isn't making me even harder.
“Shh,” I whisper against her ear when she lets out a soft whimper.
I smile against her skin, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her. What in the hell is it about this woman?
