Bringing me back to the present, he tries to sweeten the deal by giving himself a few long strokes with his soapy hand. My mind goes back to the first night we had sex and the masturbation show he gave me. I’ve never seen anything like it before. It’s an all time top memory in the bank. One I will revisit again and again.
“We need to get out of here,” he replies casually as he soaps up his chest.
“Hmm.” I’m preoccupied as my eyes follow his hand.
“We can’t go to any airports because they will be looking for us there. We are safe in Bogota for the time being, but we can’t stay here for long.” He thinks for a moment as he washes himself. “The problem is I don’t have any money in my real name bank accounts, but if I access my Mac accounts, they will know where we are.”
I nod. “Hmm.”
“Where do you want to go?” he asks.
I shrug. “Wherever.” My eyes drop to the large muscle between his legs. God, he’s hung, even when soft.
“Will you concentrate?” He interrupts my thoughts.
“Oh, huh?” My guilty eyes flicker back up to his face. “I am concentrating.”
His eyes darken. “Yes, I know what you were concentrating on.”
I smile because there is no denying it. How am I supposed to carry on as normal when I have a bonafide god in my shower?
I’m in awe of his sexual prowess because, well……….. he’s, just damn ridiculous.
“We will move on today,” he continues.
“Yes, you are probably right. I need to stop by and pick something up first.”
“From where?”
“A safety deposit box.”
He frowns. “What do you have in a deposit box?”
“Umm…” I hesitate. This is going to go either of two ways. He’s going to lose his shit… Or… I don’t know.
I’m thinking he’s going to lose it.
I stand and pace for a moment. “Well, you know when I was on the boat?”
“Ship,” he corrects.
I roll my eyes. “Yes, whatever.”
I pause again.
“Yes?” he snaps.
“I didn’t know I was actually going to like you.”
He looks at me deadpan and stops washing himself.
I fake a smile. “You see.”
“You were sleeping with me,” he replies flatly.
“Yes, but you had kidnapped me and I was going to come here all by myself, remember?”
His emotionless face tells me nothing. “Which… I-I would have hated, by the way.” I stammer. “Coming here alone, it’s much better with you.”
He rolls his eyes at my bad cover up. “Go on.”
“I broke into a container and stole the diamonds,” I blurt out in a rush.
A frown crosses his face.
I screw up my face as I wait for the eruption.
He stares at me blankly as he processes what I have just said and then his mouth nearly drops open.
Oh shit, here it comes. I run out into the room from the bathroom and he chases me, wet and nude.
“You… you stole the fucking diamonds?” he stammers.
I nod quickly. “You’re wetting the carpet, you know,” I murmur as I point to the floor as a distraction.
He puts his hands on his naked hips. “You are telling me that you stole millions of dollars worth of diamonds and got off the ship straight-faced, and now they are in a safety deposit box.” He points to the floor. “Here? In Bogota?”
“Uh-huh,” I whisper.
A trace of a smirk crosses his face and he shakes his head. “Just when I think you can’t possibly shock me any more than you already have.”
A smirk crosses my face, matching his.
“Then you go and get all sexier and even more shocking on me.” He rushes to me and I squeal in laughter. He throws me over his shoulder and slaps my behind hard.
“Put me down,” I yell. “Put me down.”
He turns the shower to freezing cold and I kick to try and get away.
“You…” He slides me down his thick body. “Have been a very bad girl and you need to be punished.”
The water is freezing and I laugh out loud as he pins me up against the wall with his body.
“Who’s going to punish me?” I breathe as I smile up at him.
“I am.”
* * *
“Can I have the bacon and eggs, please?” I ask the waitress.
“I will have the same thanks,” Stace adds.
“Oh, and two coffees, please.” I smile.
“Is that all?” she asks as she scribbles on her notepad.
“Yes, thanks.”
We are sitting in a café having breakfast. I had to come out alone this morning and buy Stace new clothes. His high visibility work wear was like a beacon and not something one would wear if trying to blend in. I got us both a few outfits and toiletries. I also picked up wig for me, and a pair of sunglasses for both of us.
I’m wearing a little pink dress with spaghetti straps that hangs just above my knees while the blonde wig sits below my shoulders. I have a pink cap on. I kind of look like a Spice Girl, to be honest. Stace is harder to disguise. How do you hide a giant made of pure, hard-ass muscle? His tattoos are easily distinguishable so I have him wearing a long-sleeved, cotton, white shirt, and a cap to cover his hair.
He picks up my sunglasses from the table and puts them on then looks around. “These are better than mine,” he mutters.
I frown, pick up his glasses, and put them on. “Why? What’s wrong with these?” Oh, everything does seem a little blue. I glance around at our surroundings. Mine are better than his, he’s right.
“I just like these better,” he tells me.
I hold my hand out to him. “Don’t, you are going to stretch them.”
He looks over the top of the glasses at me. “The only thing I’m going to stretch are your orifices.”
I smirk and stare at him as my brain misfires. Does he have any idea how hot he is with this sexual innuendo he just casually throws into our conversation? Stretching my orifices. How does he even think of this shit? But he is onto something… I have been stretched to the hilt, and then some. I turn to see the waitress standing next to our table with the coffees. She doesn’t know where to look, and it’s obvious she heard what he just said.
I laugh and my eyes flicker to Stace who has dropped his head in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, please excuse my friend. He’s an idiot.” I fake a smile.
Her eyes widen and with shaky hands she places the coffee’s down on the table then scurries out to the kitchen, no doubt to tell her work friends about the hot, dirty talker at table nine.
“I’m an idiot?” he asks with an arched brow.
“If the shoe fits.” I turn the page of the newspaper in front of me, embarrassed that he makes me swoon like a teenager on heat, and that he bloody well knows it.
“Oh, it fits,” he replies darkly.
I lift my eyes to meet his.
“The shoe fit perfectly.” He pauses for effect. “Like a glove.” He widens his eyes.
I smirk. “Perverted,” I mouth as I turn back to my paper and pick up my coffee.
“Just how you like it.”
I smirk as my eyes rise to meet his. He’s on to something there. I do like it… Very much.
“I need a computer,” he tells me, changing the subject. “I need to do some research.”
“Maybe we should just buy one?”
He nods. “Yes, good thinking. That can be our next stop and then we hire a car and go to the deposit box.”
I hold my coffee up and he clinks his with mine.
“We make a good team, you and me.” I smile.
He smiles into his coffee cup as his eyes drop to my lips, and I feel my insides clench. “In more ways than one.”