Thief (Sweet Little Sinners, #1)

by Cassie Mint

But it only gets stranger as she lets out a huff, collapsing back on the bed and resting her head on my thigh. I stare at her for what feels like an eternity, then smooth a cautious palm over her hair. It feels like warm silk.

“Is that how it works, Tabitha? Finders keepers?” Strong arms snake around my waist, and I hold on to them for balance. “It is in my world.” Spencer grunts. His arms tighten. “Well, I found you.”

Oh, god. I’m not… I’m not shiny or precious. I’m not someone people want to collect, not really. Not once they get to know me. Because I’m a charming kleptomaniac who ate his treasured satay noodles, and he doesn’t even know about that betrayal yet. He will, though. He won’t hug me again after that.

My favorite thing about Spencer Arnoult, though, is that he can’t keep his freaking hands off me. It’s like a nervous tic, or something.

Tabitha, I know you’ve seen everything I’m buying. It’s all for you. Come and get it—finders keepers.” Holy shit.

“Don’t leave me again, Tabitha. You hear me? Swear it.” A rough hand finds my breast through my black top, kneading and squeezing. “I’ll buy whatever jewels you want. Hide them behind the best security. Just don’t fucking go.”