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Carina is a high-end thief looking for a new mark, and she sets her eyes and heart on billionaire Justin Mires. Their first meeting ends with a bang and leaves her wanting more. When she sets out to rob him, though, things dont quite go according to plan.

EXPLICIT: This 8,000 word story is for mature audiences only, and contains rope play, spanking and a thief who manages to steal more than she bargained for.

EXCERPT:
She had just enough time to realize her mistake before a hand slapped over her mouth and her arms were pinned to her sides. Instinct and training kicked in. She got a good elbow to the gut in before she was manhandled up against a wall.
It was over before Carina could even process it. For all of her practice, she wasnt some action movie star, and her attacker had an easy six inches on her. Her cheek pressed up against cool plaster, a hard male body pressed against her back. One of her arms was wrenched up behind her back. Her shoulder and elbow twitched, not quite in pain, but the promise was there. She resisted the urge to lift up onto her toes to ease the pressure; it would just throw her off balance. She felt his breath wash over her ear, the faint scrape of stubble against her jaw. If she could just twist a little to the right...
I didnt expect to see you again, Justin murmured into her ear, squeezing her wrist.
Surprise, she said, voice breathy from the impact. Arching her back, she tried to twist to catch Justins eye. Her night vision had adjusted well enough that she could make out the sharp cut of his cheekbones, a glint of a toothy smile. A shiver of heat ran down her spine, dancing in her belly with the butterflies. Come here often?
Every day. But you probably know that, being a working woman and all. The fingertips of his free hand ran down her ribs and across her waist to trace the belt that slung low on her hips. What have we here? Grappling hook, rope, gloves...
Justin inched forward a step, bringing his hips directly in line with the small of her back. His cock was a brand through the thin spandex of her clothing, hot and long and so very, very hard. He ran his hand lower, just to the very lower edge of her stomach. If I didnt know better, I would think you were here to rob me.
A needy mewl caught in Carinas throat. She couldnt keep from grinding back, hissing between her teeth at the flash of friction. Why would I do that? she asked, trying to force her heart to slow down, to focus beyond the length of his body against hers. Just the promise of a touch flared through her nerves, carried by the memory of a dozen different daydreams.
This was insanity; hed just turn her in anyway.
But maybe, she thought desperately, if she went along with it, thered be a chance to get away before the police were called.
They were in the middle of an empty wallno help from furniture or handy pieces of heavy objects dart. And his grip was strong, keeping her trapped in place easily. When theyd danced, shed felt his muscles, known he was powerful, but feeling them used against her was something else entirely. It would be all up to herher balance, her speed. Not promising. You shouldnt make assumptions, you know. Im a lady.
His nose traced the line of her neck, which was covered by a high collar of thin spandex. When he reached her ear, his teeth pinched, ever so slightly. You are no lady, I think.

Stealing the Billionaire's Heart

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