py session. He grabs onto my arm and pulls me closer so my body is

he chance," he says, and I can't help bu

so nothing looks out of place and then drags me to the huge walk-in clos

lls me back against him so his chest is pressed against my back and his gloved hand is covering my mouth. He presses his lips against my ear and

I thought his gloves were leather, but these are buttery soft and feel pretty damn amazing against my skin. My first question t

His face is still by mine. I can feel the slightly scratchy fabric of his ski mask against my skin and the heat of his breath on my neck. A moan escapes before I can stop it. His body tenses in surprise, but he's not near as surprised as I am whe

Colfax's voice drags me back to the present. "I know, baby.

g to kill my feel-good buzz. Things don't get be

rs in my ear, and I almost laugh at

at him with her hands on her bony hips. "Get off the phone with

watching a soap opera with a sexy, mysterious man pressing his hard cock

r she couldn't come over u

settles tha

that little whore downstairs and pay some attention to the other more promine

to her about a job. I'm sure once she realizes how much I'm willin

nd my nipples which have been stiff this entire time. I'm so disgusted by

, patting her puffed-up, gray hair. "And make sure she signs the damn contract this

e slow, steady breaths through my nose and try not to hyperventilate. Sensing

on't know if he's joking or not, but the idea that the thief whom I met less than twen

butter-soft gloves. Mr. Colfax stops to fidget with his appearance in the same mirror his wife just left. I'm silently willing h

lips to my ear and gives my earlobe a soft

my inner thighs, and the feel of his hard cock is slowly driving me insane. When he drags his fingers along my stomach and slides his whole ha

in my ear, trailing his finger under my panties

by the sexy thief while hiding in the closet with Mr. Colfax less than ten feet away. I've never been touched by a man before, and my knees almost buckle and give out when he

th a scream that will probably give old Mr. Colfax a fucking heart attack. I turn my head so I can meet his eyes, and the heat in them nearly tips me over

ne look at me and run off screaming, but not you." He leans closer and kisses the tip of my nose, which feels insanely intima

e, and he'll see it as soon as he pulls his hand out. "Are you the littl

me wince and clamp my thighs closed. "Open," he says in a hard voice that sends a new rush of pleasure throug

ain," hoping he can se

a slut, but

closer. "Okay, little girl, let's play a game. Don't cum until I tell you to. If you do

scrolling through his cell phone, no doubt texting the poor girl who's been fucking him. He's an a