The year is 1806. Bastard-born jewel thief David Lambert has few rules in his personal life. Never bed the staff, never more than once with the same man, and never, ever, kiss. Attending an aristocratic party and relieving some of the wealthy of their possessions should be easy, but in the space of a weekend, one by one all his rules are shattered by a footman with a secret.<br><br>Jeremy Naylor thought he had found the man of his dreams, the one man who might understand him. Someone passionate, handsome, and respectable. But in one shocking moment his world is destroyed, and he is forced to run for his life.<br><br>Flung together to escape the hangman’s noose, the passion between David and Jeremy burns fiercely. But Jeremy yearns for respectability, and David refuses to admit what lies in his heart. Will they find a way together, or will their differences lead them to the very brink of disaster and the shadow of the gallows?

Thief of Hearts

Jeremy’s heart beat even faster. “Yes,” he whispered. “Leave them on. Let me feel…” He felt David lift the material of the gown gently up, revealing his thighs then his buttocks. He looked behind to see him carefully fold the material and tuck it out of the way, then run a hand over his skin. Jeremy shivered at the touch and moaned as David squeezed his rear, parting him gently and running his thumbs down his crease. He reached to the side and picked up the vial, and then trickled oil down the path his thumbs had taken and poured a handful and massaged his own cock. Jeremy had to look forward, focus on his hands, focus on anything but the sight of David preparing to fuck him so carefully.


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