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

With a sigh, Jeremy pushed back the blankets and slithered down the bed, dropping kisses on David’s chest as he went. He heard his breath catch and his fingers tangled in Jeremy’s hair. Jeremy looked up and then, taking David’s hard cock in one hand, swallowed him. David jerked beneath him and writhed on the bed as Jeremy sucked and laved, holding his jewels and gently caressing them. David moaned and pushed at his head. Jeremy pulled off and buried his nose in his groin, loving the hot musk that was pure David, and ran one hand over his hip, then down his thigh, and lifted his leg so he could slide his fingers over his gorgeous backside and down his crease. David’s breath was coming in pants and his muscles trembled. Whatever else, David wanted him. Badly. Perhaps they could only have this. Perhaps it was enough.


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