Series: Dirty Players #4
Published by Self-Published on April 25th 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Purchase @ AMAZON or BN
Add to GoodreadsRating
DIRTY * SEXY * SCANDALOUS
What do you get when you mix a brooding king with a sexy pickpocket? Not your usual fairytale.
Ava Wilder is beautiful, she lives in a pink castle, and she’s a thief. Rowan Westringham Tate loves power, speed, and Ava.
Their romance is straight out of a dirty Cinderella story, until the one man Ava is running from shows up to claim what she stole—or to claim her.
Now Ava might be forced to take another thing to protect her happily ever after… A life.
DIRTY THIEF is a white-hot CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE in the “Dirty Players” universe. It features secrets, lies, a touch of darkness, and scorching-hot sexy times. Prepare for frequent panty changes, frantic clicking, and rapid breathing until the end. Mature readers only.
Book 4 of the Dirty Players Series brings us back to Rowan and Ava. Yes! As a couple, they are even stronger than ever. The issue, however, is adapting to the new role as king and queen regent. Considering Ava’s history she in particular struggles which makes life in the palace that much more interesting.
Things get even more interesting when her past literally catches up to her and bites her in the royal ass. No worries though because Rowan is there for her every step of the way. I loved how understanding he was – how he was able to disregard her meager beginnings and accept her for who she was.
Dirty Thief definitely is definitely a perfect combination between a Cinderella Story & Ocean’s Eleven. It has all the elements that will have you begging for more – passion and romance, intrigue, suspense with a tinge of mystery. Dirty Thief is everything I expected and so much more!
SEE the inspiration board on Pinterest: http://bit.ly/2pTh7Zk
LISTEN to the playlist on Spotify: http://spoti.fi/2oySxsU
Dirty Players Webpage: https://authortialouise.com/dirtyplayers
My jaw tightens, and I walk to the other side of the sitting room where a black leather wingback chair is located. Ava remains in the center of the room, facing the fireplace.
“Take off the cami.” I unfasten my pants and push them down and away, along with my black boxer briefs.
Her long, slim hands clutch the silk top, and it’s over her head in a sweep, leaving her dark wavy hair swishing at the curve of her back. I sit, my cock pointing straight up, and I grasp it, moving my hand over the tip as I watch her.
“Now, face me.”
She obeys, allowing me a better view of her gorgeous body. With the cami gone, she’s only in her bra, garter belt, and thigh high stockings. Fuck me. My mouth waters.
Ava Wilder-Westringham Tate is the most beautiful woman in the world, and she is mine.
Again, she follows orders, walking slowly. My gaze travels up her legs to her bare pussy to her perfect breasts, lifted but barely covered by the half-cups of her bra. Beaded nipples peek over the tops, and my gaze lingers a moment before moving higher.
Our eyes meet. Hers are dilated and darkened, and when she stops in front of me, her legs are so close to mine, I can feel the heat radiating from them. I lean back in the chair still holding my cock, and I want to do so many dirty things to her.
“Sit on my lap.”
One corner of her luscious mouth quirks up in a half-smile. Her eyes twinkle, and she reaches for the arms of the chair, sliding her knees on either side of my hips, straddling my legs. She scoots closer, pushing up so that beautiful pussy is almost eye-level. I reach out and caress it, circling her clit with my thumb and plunging two fingers deep into her slippery-wet core.
“Yes,” she gasps, bracing herself with the chair.
Her hips move in time with my thumb over her rigid clit. Her eyes close, and she rocks on the building waves of orgasm. I feel her inner muscles contracting around my fingers. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her closer to my torso. Her soft body rises and falls on my hand as she rides.
Sitting straighter, I lift my chin to capture her lips. They’re heavy and full, and she kisses me back, holding my cheeks. Her tongue touches mine, her lips pull mine. Her hands go to my shoulders, and she lets out a whimper.
Her little noises of pleasure make me smile, and I massage her clit faster. I want her to come hard, but I want to be right there, to slip inside as she breaks apart.
“Rowan!” Her fingernails cut into my skin, and her body stiffens. The lightning strikes, sending tremors through her pelvis and legs. Her body bows forward, and I quickly replace my fingers with my cock. She drops on me, and I groan loudly. She’s so hot and tight and wet.
“Fuck,” My head presses against the chair as she moves. Her body goes faster, up and down, and she’s making little noises, words I can’t understand, as her inner muscles pull my dick. My mind is blanking from the pleasure. My arm is loose around her waist, and I slide my fingers up and down the line of her ass in time with her rocking.
“Yes…” she gasps, going higher and dropping faster.
Every muscle in my pelvis is painfully tight. I can’t take my eyes off her. Her dark hair swishes all around us, and her breasts are right at my mouth. I catch a tight nipple with my lips, sucking it in and giving it a little bite. I’m rewarded with another cry of pleasure.
My fingers are wet from her pussy, and I find her ass and slip one inside. With a loud cry, she breaks again, falling forward against my chest in shudders. I’m still rocking her, guiding her by that tight hole up and down my cock.
She arches up, and her head drops back. Her mouth is a circle, and a loud moan fills the thick air around us. Her body is shaking, and her insides grip and pull me until with a shout, I come hard, throbbing and deep.
Pleasure so intense pulses out of me, filling her to overflowing as we fly through the stars on a mind-blanking orgasm. I remove my finger and wrap both arms tight around her as our movements slow. She’s no longer gripping my shoulders. Now her slim arms are loose around my neck. Our bodies are slick with sweat and pressed flush together as we gradually come down.
Another little clench, another little whimper, another pulse of my cock. It’s so fucking perfect. Every second of this shitty day is far, far behind me, burnt up in the fire of my passion for this beautiful woman. My wife.