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against Julian's hips, his cock jerking. Oh, God. Please. Yes.
Heat filled him up, the bite on the back of his neck going
sharp for a moment, before easing, that rough tongue sliding
over his skin.
Thayne panted, his arms shaking, trying to hold their
weight. "What the fuck? I swear, you take all my good sense,
honey."
"Mmm. I inspire wickedness." Julian licked again.
"You sure do. Here I was hoping to keep you out of
trouble." Thayne finally just collapsed, cheek pressed against
the tile.
"Not a chance." Julian settled, heavy and solid.
"No? Well, at least I can give you an outlet, huh?" The tile
felt cool and good against his leg, Julian warm against his
back. It was perfect.
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"Mmm. That you can." Julian nuzzled his nape. "That you
can."
He could live with that for a sexy kitty like Julian. Even if it
killed him.
"Julian. I have a job for you." Holding the phone to his ear,
he looked over to the sofa, where Thayne was sleeping the
sleep of the well-fucked.
"Hello to you to, my friend." Val was such a shit.
"Hello, Julian. I hope you're well. I saw you donated the
pictures to the museum. Clever. The client threatened to kill
our contact. I'm sure you're happy."
"I am." He padded into the office, nudged the door shut.
"What kind of job?"
"A painting. A big one. I know how you love a challenge."
"Yeah? Oil? Oils are a bitch to transfer. Where? How
much?"
"There's a resort about twenty miles outside of town. The
penthouse suite is owned by a private collector. He leaves for
St. Marten in a week."
"Interesting. What's the story?" He needed something
better than "go steal a painting".
Well, usually.
Sometimes that was enough.
"Well, he bought this particular painting hot. It used to be
in the Prado. In Madrid."
"Interesting." Julian sat down at his computer and started
typing. "The Hidalgo, I assume." Ceasare Hidalgo's Masks had
been stolen ten years ago.
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He looked it was a large piece focusing on Hidalgo's
fascination with pagliacci. Creepy.
Cool.
"So, you're willing to talk terms?" Val was always so
straightforward.
"I am. It'll be a challenge. It's big. It'll have to be worth
my while." Not to mention that he wanted it returned to the
museum.
"Of course it will. How do you feel about Spain?"
"It's lovely, and the food is amazing. Why?"
"Because you're going to take this painting back where it
belongs. The museum doesn't want anyone to know they're
paying to have it returned."
"Interesting. How, exactly, do you suggest I get through
customs with a stolen painting worth... eight million Euro?"
Still, it was a fun challenge, wasn't it? Maybe encase it in a
few other paintings, hire a ship... Although it could be
awkward, changing on a boat.
"That's your job." Val named a figure that made it
seriously worth considering.
"I want expenses, half the fee up front, and a contact on
the inside. I won't deliver it."
He started making notes, fingers flying on the keyboard.
He had a friend with a small yacht. That would be incredibly
convenient...
A soft knock at the door interrupted him, reminding him
that he had guests.
A guest.
A very complicated one.
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"Come on in." He made himself stay relaxed. "Send me the
information, make sure everything's as it should be, hmm?"
"You have company."
"I do." Lovely company.
"Lucky bastard. I'll email. Be careful." Val sounded too
amused for her own good.
"Always." He closed the phone with a click. "Sleep good?"
"Like the dead. Am I keeping you from your work?" The
bruises on Thayne's skin were already fading, the big guy
healing with amazing speed.
"Nope. Just finishing up a call." Like Thayne needed to
know about his business.
"Hey, just wanted to make sure you didn't want me to
leave." Big hands held up at his sides, Thayne wandered over,
grinning at him.
"Not unless you're feeling particularly penal, Mister Kitty."
He leaned over, nuzzling a bit, letting his tongue drag.
It was insane, he knew it, this immediate, intense need.
On the other hand, it was fun, and he was more than willing
to participate.
"Hmm. That's not exactly the word I'd go with." Thayne [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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against Julian's hips, his cock jerking. Oh, God. Please. Yes.
Heat filled him up, the bite on the back of his neck going
sharp for a moment, before easing, that rough tongue sliding
over his skin.
Thayne panted, his arms shaking, trying to hold their
weight. "What the fuck? I swear, you take all my good sense,
honey."
"Mmm. I inspire wickedness." Julian licked again.
"You sure do. Here I was hoping to keep you out of
trouble." Thayne finally just collapsed, cheek pressed against
the tile.
"Not a chance." Julian settled, heavy and solid.
"No? Well, at least I can give you an outlet, huh?" The tile
felt cool and good against his leg, Julian warm against his
back. It was perfect.
36
Bad for Business
by B. A. Tortuga
"Mmm. That you can." Julian nuzzled his nape. "That you
can."
He could live with that for a sexy kitty like Julian. Even if it
killed him.
"Julian. I have a job for you." Holding the phone to his ear,
he looked over to the sofa, where Thayne was sleeping the
sleep of the well-fucked.
"Hello to you to, my friend." Val was such a shit.
"Hello, Julian. I hope you're well. I saw you donated the
pictures to the museum. Clever. The client threatened to kill
our contact. I'm sure you're happy."
"I am." He padded into the office, nudged the door shut.
"What kind of job?"
"A painting. A big one. I know how you love a challenge."
"Yeah? Oil? Oils are a bitch to transfer. Where? How
much?"
"There's a resort about twenty miles outside of town. The
penthouse suite is owned by a private collector. He leaves for
St. Marten in a week."
"Interesting. What's the story?" He needed something
better than "go steal a painting".
Well, usually.
Sometimes that was enough.
"Well, he bought this particular painting hot. It used to be
in the Prado. In Madrid."
"Interesting." Julian sat down at his computer and started
typing. "The Hidalgo, I assume." Ceasare Hidalgo's Masks had
been stolen ten years ago.
37
Bad for Business
by B. A. Tortuga
He looked it was a large piece focusing on Hidalgo's
fascination with pagliacci. Creepy.
Cool.
"So, you're willing to talk terms?" Val was always so
straightforward.
"I am. It'll be a challenge. It's big. It'll have to be worth
my while." Not to mention that he wanted it returned to the
museum.
"Of course it will. How do you feel about Spain?"
"It's lovely, and the food is amazing. Why?"
"Because you're going to take this painting back where it
belongs. The museum doesn't want anyone to know they're
paying to have it returned."
"Interesting. How, exactly, do you suggest I get through
customs with a stolen painting worth... eight million Euro?"
Still, it was a fun challenge, wasn't it? Maybe encase it in a
few other paintings, hire a ship... Although it could be
awkward, changing on a boat.
"That's your job." Val named a figure that made it
seriously worth considering.
"I want expenses, half the fee up front, and a contact on
the inside. I won't deliver it."
He started making notes, fingers flying on the keyboard.
He had a friend with a small yacht. That would be incredibly
convenient...
A soft knock at the door interrupted him, reminding him
that he had guests.
A guest.
A very complicated one.
38
Bad for Business
by B. A. Tortuga
"Come on in." He made himself stay relaxed. "Send me the
information, make sure everything's as it should be, hmm?"
"You have company."
"I do." Lovely company.
"Lucky bastard. I'll email. Be careful." Val sounded too
amused for her own good.
"Always." He closed the phone with a click. "Sleep good?"
"Like the dead. Am I keeping you from your work?" The
bruises on Thayne's skin were already fading, the big guy
healing with amazing speed.
"Nope. Just finishing up a call." Like Thayne needed to
know about his business.
"Hey, just wanted to make sure you didn't want me to
leave." Big hands held up at his sides, Thayne wandered over,
grinning at him.
"Not unless you're feeling particularly penal, Mister Kitty."
He leaned over, nuzzling a bit, letting his tongue drag.
It was insane, he knew it, this immediate, intense need.
On the other hand, it was fun, and he was more than willing
to participate.
"Hmm. That's not exactly the word I'd go with." Thayne [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]