Touched by a Thief by Jana Mercy

pants down enough to free his cock and put on a condom. Moistening his head with her pussy, he then pushed against her anus, half-expecting her to order him to stop. This they’d never done. One of the few things they’d never done.
    With her bent over the seat, he reached around her, letting his fingers stroke her clit while he inched his way inside her deepest, darkest secret spot.
    “Ian,” she cried, but it was with pleasure. Her hips gyrated, taking his cock deeper into her. “Ian,” she repeated, losing patience with his gentle thrusts. Bucking against him, she took him balls deep inside her ass.
    “Fuck,” he swore, wondering if he’d be able to last a whole minute with her tight hole clenched around him, milking his entire length.
    “Yes, fuck me.” She worked her hips back and forth, shimmying the length of his cock.
    Hell fire he wasn’t going to last thirty seconds.
    “Monty,” he breathed, knowing he had to keep control to keep from ripping apart, that despite her needy movements he’d hurt her if he let loose with the wild way he wanted to pound her.
    She rode his cock, back and forth, tip to balls. Sweat broke out on his brow. His fingers moved frantically against her clit. Gritting his teeth, he kept their rhythm paced as his entire cock slid into her hot ass.
    “Oh,” she cried, “I’m going to come again, Ian. I’m going to-”
    Her fingers dug into the material covering the seat. Her body pulsed around his cock. She came hard.
    The fine line he’d had on his control snapped.
    God, he didn’t want to hurt her, but he was beyond slow and easy, beyond carefully measured thrusts. He needed release. This very instant.
    He grabbed her hips and shoved deep, thrust with his balls slapping against her perfect ass, slapping against her damp pussy over and over as he ravaged what was his alone.
    Ian arched his back and cried out as his balls exploded, turning inside out and spilling his seed inside Monty. He collapsed against her and they lay there, bodies intimately connected, fighting to catch their breath.
    The plane hit a bump of turbulence and Monty shifted beneath him. “Your pants are digging into me.”
    Ian pulled up, hating to feel air hit his spent cock as he left the protective comfort of her body. “Sorry,” he apologized, removing the condom and dropping it onto the table. He straightened his jeans.
    She turned, watched him with her mocking eyes. “You never even undressed.” She laughed derisively and he wondered if she laughed to cover hurt.
    No, she wasn’t hurt. She’d spoken his own thoughts out loud. They were about sex and nothing more. And hell if they hadn’t just had some amazing sex.
    Still, he’d been rougher than he should have, had come amazingly hard.
    Unable to stop himself, he bent over and kissed her mouth. Not a mocking kiss, not an it’s only sex kiss, but a thank-you-God-for-letting-me-be-the-one-you’re-with kiss.
    A kiss that couldn’t have surprised her any more than it did him.
    A kiss that made him wonder why he was tucking his shirt in. They had an entire ocean to cross.
    “You’re right. I’m way over dressed.” Enjoying how her eyes widened in delight, Ian pulled off his shirt and pulled her to him.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    A limo with darkened windows and a uniformed driver were waiting for Monty and Ian at Heathrow when their plane landed several hours and too many to count orgasms later.
    Looking way too put together for a man who’d been hot and sweaty and beneath her not thirty minutes ago, Ian whistled. “You have to give Kincaid credit, he does everything where you’re concerned in style.”
    She climbed into the limo without responding. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. This didn’t feel right. Gerard was too smart to throw her with Ian like this.
    “Tell me about what you do for Gerard.”
    Ian’s pupils narrowed. “Whatever he requires.”
    “He asked you to bring me to London?”
    Ian