Thief: A Bad Boy Romance (33 page)

That is, until I remember to
breathe
and shake the absurd thought of sending nude selfies to my damn
stepbrother
right out of my head.

Instead, I grin as I kick the covers aside, pull my sock off, and giggle as I snap a picture of my foot with the phone. I’m literally laughing out loud as I hit send.

The text back buzzes in my hand, and I bite my lip as the follow-up arrives a second later.

I grin and start to pull up the camera on my phone when he sends another one.

Yeah, no kidding. I know exactly what he wants, and for another brief second, I can’t believe that I find myself actually
contemplating
it again. What am I, insane? The flirtation and the little games we’ve been playing — not to mention the sordid history — is one thing. But
physical
evidence of our little indiscretions like actual photographs?
Please
. I’ve seen enough tabloid headlines to actually
shudder
at the thought of something like that leaking or being compromised publicly.

‘First daughter Adams sends topless pictures to her own stepbrother.’
It’s cringe-worthy to even think about, and I’m quickly shaking my head at myself, and how inappropriately far I’ve let this get.

And with that, I turn my phone off and pull the covers back up to try and sleep Hunter Ryan off of my brain.

Of course, that last look at his picture message one more time before turning in doesn’t
exactly
inspire restful thoughts.

A
t the end
of the next day, I’m sitting back in my room, pulling my tie off and
still
waiting for a response. But I’m not going to get one; not from this girl.

And I’m still sitting there on the edge of my bed just toying with the fucking phone five full minutes later before I angrily shake my head and toss the phone back on the bed as I flop back onto it. What the
fuck
is wrong with me? There’s literally never been a time in my life when I’ve been
that guy
; the douche that sits in his room
waiting
for a girl to fucking get back to
me
.

Fuck that.

I don’t
wait
for girls, they wait for me. I don’t sit around like some pussy-whipped loser, ever.

Yeah, except here I am, and it’s all because of
her
. Before I can stop myself, I’m scowling as I reach for the phone and type out a text to her.

The instant response irritates me, because it means she’s right there by her phone and
not
texting or calling me.

I grin as I type out a reply.

I can feel my cock stir.

I can practically
feel
her blush through the phone, as ridiculous a notion as that is. I can imagine that token Maddie look of her lip drawn between her teeth; that pink glow to her cheeks.

My cock begins to grow as I just start to straight-up fantasize about her. I’m picturing the lip bite as she pulls her panties down, looking back over shoulder at me. I tense my jaw as I  picture her bending over, spreading that ass for me, her perfect pink lips between her legs so wet and begging for me.

I’m growling as I yank my belt undone and jerk the the zipper down before reaching inside,  pulling out my rapidly stiffening cock. I grunt as I wrap my hand around it and start to stroke as I picture innocent little Maddie Adams bent over in front of me, holding her panties to the side and begging me with those fuck-me bedroom eyes to do exactly that.

I picture coming up behind her and teasing her first. I imagine grabbing that ass in both my hands and pulling her against my mouth as I bury my tongue in her honey. I grunt as I jerk my hand up and down my shaft, picturing easing my cock-head against her soft, yielding opening and making her moan as I bury every inch in her tight, wet slit.

The phone suddenly buzzes on the bed next to my head, and I stop the motion of my hand as I turn to arch a brow at it.

No way.

I grab the phone off the bed and open to the text message from Maddie.

She can’t be serious, but something about the long wait before the response tells me she’s been mulling it over a thousand times in her head. She’s probably written out and deleted this very message a hundred times before finally working up the courage to send it.

Needless to say, I’m intrigued.

My cock throbs, and I reach down with one hand and idly stroke it as I type out a reply with one hand.

Even if this is all bullshit, and even if she’s still mulling it over in her head, it’s worth it to push things here, if just to see how far I can get before she clams up again.

It takes a second, but the phone buzzes a reply.

I smirk at the screen. Madison Adams, playing politics and leveraging a deal. Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. So,
that’s
the tradeoff she wants to make? I mull it over for all of four seconds. Yeah, it’s a pain, but I can make it happen. I can broaden her schedule with Emma, I can make it work with the Director.

Jesus, what the fuck am I saying? Of
course
I’ll make it work. For her to actually send me what I want to see? Yeah, consider it fucking
done
. I hammer out a response.

And she sends back a fucking
winky
face emoji.

I’m calling her bluff. Minutes tick by and I sit there like a jackass with my cock out and the phone in my hand, shaking my head at what an idiot I am to think that Madison Adams is
actually
going to send me nude pictures.

I start to drop back on the bed when the phone buzzes in my hand, and I jerk my head up.

Holy shit.

It’s Madison’s tits, encased in this lacy, practically see-through bra. Like, the sexiest bra ever fucking made, to the point where I almost wonder where a girl like her even
gets
something that hot. Fucking hell, I can actually
just
see her nipples through the sheer lace, and my cock instantly gets rock-hard again as I reach down to wrap my hand around it.

I type out, hitting send before I scroll back up to the picture of her tits and let my hand slide up and down my throbbing dick.

She sends another winky face and then another minute ticks slowly by. And then another. Four minutes later, I’m still jerking my cock as I groan, eyeing those perfect little pink nipples peaking out from under that bra. I know this is all I’m going to get, but I could come a million times just staring at those tits and thinking of the girl they’re attached to.

I frown at her message, and I’m about to ask what she means when she sends another message.

And then the picture comes, and I almost have a fucking heart attack right there on the bed. It’s like every fantasy I’ve had of her, only it’s right there on my screen in one
perfect
high definition picture.

Madison is naked on her bed, hand outstretched above her holding her phone. Her tits are bare, nipples hard and her breasts falling softly on her chest. My cock
throbs
in my hand as I let my eyes trail down her perfect torso, over her hips to her perfect, wet, pink pussy.

I literally
growl
out loud.

Her fingers are slipped between her dewy lips, spreading herself open for me with one finger gently pressed against her opening, and it is without question, without hesitation, and without argument, the
sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I let my eyes roam over the picture, clenching my jaw as I start to stroke myself faster and harder. I trace the curve of her arm up to her face, where her wide eyes are tinged with a touch of something that just might be fear or nervousness.

But they’re also glowing with that heat that I’ve seen in her before, and it has me groaning as I stroke myself faster and faster.

She sends, followed by one last winking face.

I want to write something snappy back, but I already know there’s no going back or slowing down from where I am right then. I can feel the orgasm boiling inside, my balls tightening up as I groan and let my eyes drift right back to that perfect wet pussy between her legs. The cum surges through me, and with a shout, I let go as I feel it explode out the tip of my cock. I gasp as blast after thick blast rockets out of me and goes splattering across the rug, my eyes locked all the while with that jaw-dropping picture on my screen.

Finally, I suck in my breath as the orgasm rolls to a stop, feeling my heart thudding like an engine in my chest and my pulse throbbing in my cock still in my hands.

As my foggy brain clears, I blink and focus back on the scandalous picture in my hand and in my head, letting out a long breath.

Holy fuck.

Because that’s exactly what this is,
scandalous.
I just jerked off to a nude picture of the fucking
President’s daughter
on my phone, which I’m pretty sure constitutes a national fucking scandal. I mean shit, what I have on my phone is
insane
.

But what’s crazier is that even after I’m done shooting what feels like a gallon of cum across the carpet, I’m still
rock
hard. My hand is still wrapped around a fucking
stone
-like erection, and I
still want more.

“
T
hank you
, no further questions. An official statement will be released within the hour.” Irving, my mother’s press secretary deftly shuts down the roar of questions from the assembled press in the media presentation room, which is what he’s perfect at. He’s a master, actually, the more I watch him.

My mother’s just given a talk on current situations with a flood zone in China. Her administration’s been sending aid in the last day or so, and I’m here watching from the wings because, well, I mean for all my bitching and moaning about being here, it’s kind of cool to see the woman who birthed you addressing the entire world on live television.

“Nice pics, by the way.”

I shiver at the sound of his voice in my ear, and my eyes flutter shut for just a moment as I feel his hand trace up the small of my back before I remember where we are and force myself to turn to him. “I can
not
believe I sent those to you.”

“Honestly, same,” he says with a sly grin.

“Temporary insanity.” I mutter under my breath.

“Temporary
something
is all right,” Hunter says with a wink as he slides the silver and black phone that mirrors the secret one I have out of his pocket and wags his eyebrows at me.

“Don’t you
dare
open those up right now!” I hiss, jerking my head back towards the swarm of reporters behind us with cameras and live feeds all over the world. I whirl back to him. “Delete those,
now
!”

“Oh, relax,” he says with a grin as I watch his thumb unlock the phone. His eyes dip to the screen and the cocky little smirk on his face widens as my face goes crimson.

“Hunter I swear to God, if you show those,
I’ll
show the ones you sent me.”

He laughs. “
Somehow
I think yours would be slightly more scandalous, but I do appreciate the compliment.”

“Hunter-!”

“
Relax
, doll. I’m not.” His hand slides up over my hip, teasing my side over to the small of my back as he traces his fingers there under the pretense of leading me towards the side door that leads back to the private quarters of the White House.

“
Besides,
” he leans down and whispers into my ear. “I
like
being the only one with the pictures of that sweet pussy of yours right inside my pocket.”

I swallow heavily, feeling the heat creep over my face. “And just how do you think
you’re
the only one with pictures of my…my
pussy
, in your pocket?”

He halts for just a second as we round the corner towards a staircase, and I shiver as I feel his lips near my ear again. “Because if I’m not, I’m going to have to find out who else does and have them straight up killed. National interests and all that.”

“Oh, for God and Country, of course,” I say with a grin, feeling the heat creep up my face again as I bite my lip.

“Oh fuck that, I’d do it just because I’m a jealous prick and that pussy belongs to
me
.”

This time
I
stop us as I turn to him at the bottom of the small staircase, my brow raised. “Oh
please
.”

“What, you think I’m kidding?”

“I think you’re delusional,” I say with a small, flirty smile. The illicit thrill of talking like this with him, where anyone could walk by us, courses through my body like wildfire. “What, you think just because you managed to
fool
your way into my panties once that you—”

He laughs, “Oh, ‘
once
’ are we calling that?”

I can feel the pink flush through my cheeks. “Twice, whatever.”

“Thrice. You’re starting to make it a nasty habit of letting me into those panties.”

“Maybe I should quit,” I say breathily, biting my lip and feeling the glow of being this close to him spread through me. “Just to avoid the scandal.”

“As if you could.”

“Watch me,” I say flippantly, twirling away from him and sauntering up the steps. There’s another thrill that creeps through me as I make sure to add an extra little sway to my hips, feeling his eyes blaze into me as I walk up the stairs in front of him.

I make it four steps before I gasp as I feel his hands at my sides, holding me fast. “Hunter—”

“You can’t believe I’m going to let you walk up stairs in a skirt that looks like
that
without making sure we don’t have another scandal on our hands.”

A skirt like this
? It’s hardly inappropriate, coming down to barely above my knee. But as I stand there four steps above him, with his hands on my hips and feeling his gaze sliding up over my ass, I feel like I might as well be wearing nothing.

The idea sends a shiver through me.

“And just what sort of scandal would that be?”

He chuckles darkly behind me. “Can you even
imagine
what they’d say if the first daughter was caught parading around without any panties on?”

I blush, feeling the breath catch in my chest. “I’m
wearing
panties, thank you very much.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

I gasp as I feel his hands on my hips start to push the fabric of my skirt up over my hips. “Hunter!”

I start to turn around, but his strong hands keep me firmly where I am. “Stay
right
there, princess.” His words are thick and demanding, and before I can even second guess
why
I am, I’m obeying him.

I stand motionless on the stairs as I feel his hands pull my ass back towards him while he slides the skirt higher and higher up my thighs. I breathe in shaky breaths as I feel the air tease over the backs of my thighs, higher and higher, until I feel him pause and
hear
him growl as he gets to the lace tops of my stockings.

“Do you
approve?
” I say, grinning as I turn to look at him over my shoulder. He says nothing, but suddenly I gasp as I feel his breath and then
moan
as I feel his
lips
against the back of my legs. “
Oh, God
—“

His lips trail over my skin, and I tremble as I grip the banister with an iron grip, letting him pull my ass lewdly back towards him. We’re on a  barely used side staircase towards the back of the house where no-one but me or anyone heading towards my quarters would be going, but it’s not like we’re behind closed doors or anything. Someone could see us.
Anyone
could come around the corner and find the first daughter with her ass sticking out and her damn Secret Service agent with his lips and hands creeping up her skirt.

And that’d be scandalous enough before they learned that he was about to be her new stepbrother.

Suddenly he’s pushing the skirt all the way over my ass, and I’m feeling myself go hot as I feel his eyes all over the back of my bare ass. I’m wearing a thong, and I can feel him growl as he sees my naked ass, split right down the middle with my black lace thong.

I gasp to myself as I wonder if he can see how wet I am with my panties pulled tight across my pussy like that.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he growls, and this time I do moan out loud. Because this
is
naughty. This is dirty, and wicked, and hearing him call me that pulls something primal inside of me that has me panting for more.

Because I
like
being a naughty girl.

I like being
his
naughty girl.

I shiver as I feel his lips brush over the bare globes of my ass. I can feel his hands there, sliding over my skin and then pulling back slightly before smacking lightly against my skin. I moan out loud again, biting my lip and whimpering as his hand comes down to lightly spank me again right there on the stairs. The sound is so loud to me that I’m sure everyone in the whole damn house can hear it.  

“You know, we still don’t know that you took care of yourself properly,” he whispers into my pink and tingling skin.

“Maybe I’ll have to show you sometime,” I whisper out teasingly.

I gasp as I feel him suddenly pull me and spin me around. His face is right at the front of my skirt as he stands four steps below me looking up at me with a glint in his eye. “
Now
,” He growls, his eyes flashing. “You’re going to show me
now
.”

And I know there’s no arguing even if I wanted to.

I bite my lip between my teeth, feeling the blood pounding in my ears as I slowly reach down and start to pull up my skirt for him. His eyes flash fire as he watches me, as he watches the garment pull slowly up my legs, and up over the tops of my stockings. I can feel my breath flutter as I pull the skirt up over my panties, shivering as I feel his gaze burn there between my legs. He leans forward, and I close my eyes as I feel his breath hot against me there.

“Madison?”

I gasp and jerk my skirt back down at the sound of Emma’s voice from somewhere down the hallway at the top of the stairs. Hunter swears under his breath as I whirl away from him, feeling the heat blooming hot across my face as I smooth down my skirt.

I run the rest of the way up the stairs and round the corner right into Emma.

“Oh!” She stays, startled, before looking at me with a puzzled look, and I know she can see the hot flush across my face.

“Um, is everything okay?”

“Fine!” I say much too loudly and far too cheerily to be remotely normal sounding. I clear my throat as I cringe inside, hearing Hunter come up the stairs behind me.

She frowns through her glasses, her eyes darting to Hunter behind me, and I can feel my stomach dropping;
she doesn’t know, you’re being paranoid. She can’t read minds.

“Oh, well, we need to go over your scheduling for the next week.” She peers at me, “Are you
sure
you’re okay? You’re awfully flushed,” she says with genuine concern in her voice.

Poor innocent Emma
, I think guiltily.

“I noticed the same thing,” Hunter’s voice cuts in from behind me. “Didn’t manage to put my finger on it though.”

Oh my God, he’s insane.
I swear my face gets even redder as I imagine disappearing into a hole in the ground, but Emma doesn’t seem to even bat an eye.

“Oh, well, if you’re feeling down or anything, just be sure to let me know and I’ll have Doctor Richards take a look at you.” She smiles sincerely as she holds up my scheduling folder “Well, shall we?” She turns and starts to head back towards my rooms.

I turn back to Hunter, standing there at the top of the stairs. “Guess we’ll take a rain check,” he says with a little smirk on his face.

“Dream on,” I whisper sweetly as I blow him an exaggerated kiss and follow Emma down the hall.

And I have to say, leaving
him
in the lurch for once has me grinning from ear to ear.

Emma and I get about twenty seconds into looking over my schedule when my new private cellphone buzzes in my pocket. I glance at it and grin at the message across the screen.

I quickly open the phone and type up a quick response.

The message back has me rolling my eyes and blushing.

I ignore the phone after that, instead turning and finishing my scheduling stuff with Emma while a million dirty, wicked thoughts involving Hunter tingle through my head. When we’re done, and I’m safely alone, I pick the phone back up and find myself grinning and blushing at the message waiting for me.

I fire back.

I pause, feeling that same tingling thrill from the stairs starting to creep through me as I finger the phone in my hand. There’s teasing, and there’s flirting with danger and being naughty, because doing this with him feels
so
damn good. But this is getting more serious, and more real, and I don’t know how much longer I can pretend we’re just teasing before I give in completely.