Stealing Chance

By Anya Breton

Chance can divine the future using only a set of dice. This gift is her livelihood but it’s also the reason she’s on the run from a corrupt homicide detective. With the help of her crush, sultry computer savant Ren—a woman on the run for her own reasons—Chance eludes everyone looking for her. Until megastar Devin tracks down his favorite psychic phone line operator.

This happily ever after romance features a sizzling hot actor, spanking and some F/F elements.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anya Breton
• Release date: Feb 16, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301743520

Anya Breton

Anya Breton is an author and web monkey with an obsession for nail polish and rubber chickens. Her fears include Peeps and people who hate clowns. She lives in the Midwest with her significant other.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

© 2011 by Anya Breton

Cover Art by Anya Breton

Publishing History

First Edition, December 2013

Second Edition, September 2014

Deluxe Edition, November 2014

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

It felt like his cock was in my throat—a helluva feat considering he’d entered me via my other lips. But I swear my tonsils vibrated. Maybe his technique was to blame—that occasional rolling of his hips combined with a surprising girth. Each stroke was a sensual blow to every muscle, from my generous ass right on up to my narrow ears.

Were ears even a muscle?

What the fuck did I care when this guy was screwing me?

I had to see this. I had to make sure he’d penetrating me where he should rather than in my forbidden hole. Not because I planned to stop him, but simply so I’d know what to ask for next time.

I strained my neck back.

"No."

The hand that had held my hip seconds ago shoved my head into the wall nose first. His strong fingers tightened on my wrists. A wild shiver zipped up my back.

Instead of sliding back in on his next stroke, he pulled out.

I heard myself whimper. I’m sorry! You said don’t look. I won’t.

He drew up against me. That thick, slick length rested between my ass cheeks like a deadly prehistoric beast biding its time before striking at a lesser creature. Please let me be that lesser creature.

You just did.

The gravelly voice whisking through my ear tightened every muscle in my chest. I’m sorry. Please don’t stop.

Don’t stop what, Kate?

My blood ran cold for the second time since he’d discovered me in the storage room.

He knew who I was. I’d fooled my own brother with my Halloween costume. But whoever this male was had recognized me despite the three-quarter cat mask, heavy makeup, and blown-out chestnut bouffant hair.

He clenched his fingers around my wrists, reminding me of how I could only move if he allowed it. Kate.

The whisper was a trifle louder but still deep and scratchy. It was a sound I’d never heard in my life—a sound that dove between my thighs and stroked my clit with a calloused, metaphorical digit that had me gasping.

He’d claimed I knew him—that I hadn’t just let a stranger lift my skirt, rip through two layers of undergarments, and spear me with his nearly mythical length in a dive bar’s storage room. I was positive I’d have recalled a man who sounded like him and was that well endowed.

There was no way in hell I knew him.

Don’t stop fucking me, I said.

You made me stop. His response rumbled against my right shoulder where he’d leaned, perhaps for better access to my ear. You broke the rule.

"I’m sorry, I said, breathless from the climax he’d nearly brought me only to withdraw and withhold. Won’t do it again."

Good. He flicked his tongue beneath my earlobe.

A shiver skittered from my ear down my shoulders.

Because I’ve had a hard-on for you for too long, Kate.

God. Who was he?

He lifted his hot length from my ass. I drew my lower lip between my teeth, holding my breath in anticipation.

Would it be better now that I was warmed up? Admittedly I hadn’t been quite ready for someone as large as he was at first. I was over ready now.

His palm cracked against my ass. Startled, I clamped down on my lip. The pain in the delicate flesh brought tears to my eyes and a sharp cry to my throat.

The man at my back went completely still. Kate?

Several seconds passed before I was able to see straight.

He’d sounded concerned when he’d said my name—as if he actually cared about me. But more importantly, it hadn’t been gravelly, whispered, or particularly deep. That voice had been almost normal. Too normal. Like that of every male I’d ever met.

Who was he? No one I knew emphasized the T sound in my name like this male.

You okay?

Bit my lip. A warm flush quickly built in my cheeks. This was a fine time to hurt myself.

Good thing I’m not kissing you, he said in the quieter voice that had greeted me twenty minutes ago.

Oh, but I wish he had kissed me. Before the lip biting fiasco, of course.

But there’d been little time between when he’d pushed through the storeroom door and his twirling me away. I’d only noted his black cloak and skull mask before he’d been pressed to my back. And by the time he’d lifted the mask, he’d already given the command to avoid his face.

A groan echoed behind me. But I have fantasized about your mouth, Kate—those puckered, peach lips of yours. Do you know what I’ve fantasized?

I had ideas but it would be more fun to hear him tell me. That voice and the way he held nothing back made me want to touch myself. I shook my head, hoping he’d continue with the audio foreplay.

Every time you say something ridiculous to get a rise out of someone, I imagine shoving my cock in your mouth to shut you up.

A clue. He’d given me a clue. He’d witnessed me trying to be strange or offensive.

What would you do if I did?

This was surreal.

A man I didn’t know held my wrists above my head. My bare breasts were smashed to a cold cement wall—black corset-style shirt hanging wide open like a useless vest. My burgundy velvet skirt was little more than a velvet belt twisted around my waist inches from where he idly stroked my generous hip. And he was asking me what I’d do if he shoved his cock in my mouth for speaking one of my usual absurdities.

Do you want the truth or the sexy answer? I asked.

His laugh was like a whisper against my bare, chilly skin. You have us all believing you’d kick our asses for something like that. His voice went mocking and lower still. When really you’re a little slut.

No one called me little. Rubenesque, sure. Curvy, definitely. Fat, never to my face. But I hadn’t been referred to as little since grammar school.

However, he was correct on two accounts. If any of the men in my social circles had shoved his cock in my mouth for saying something absurd, I would have kicked his ass. And I was a bit of a slut—a factoid I tried to keep quiet by skulking around bars in neighboring cities, or at the very least the outer reaches of mine.

"Fuck, Kate, he said under his breath. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be in you again."

Frissons of sensation prickled across my arms and chest from his words alone. I would have thanked God that my strange companion had decided not to tease me for another pair of minutes but I didn’t want to jinx anything. He could still tease.

The cool air dissipated as he drew close. He positioned the wide tip of his cock outside my sex. And then with a great groan he thrust fully into my pussy until I was positive I felt it in my throat. Again. My eyes rolled back and a hiss slipped through my lips.

So tight. He moaned. For a little slut.

A nervous laugh bubbled out of my throat. This was a man who knew me, all of me. I no longer wanted to know his identity. Looking him in the eye would be too awkward.

I’m going to let go of your arms. If you lower them, I’ll stop. And if you try to turn around one more time, I walk out. Those are the rules, Kate.

I nodded my understanding even though he hadn’t asked.

True to his word, he released my wrists. I pressed my palms against the wall exactly where they’d been.

He reached around and grasped my left breast. His fingers splayed wide, seemingly avoiding my nipple as he gently squeezed the globe. The resulting shiver made me roll my hips against him.

I love your tits, Kate. Why do you hide them?

I could have answered that showing off big breasts in a business environment wasn’t generally acceptable, but the slide of his cock out, and then back in with taunting slowness, robbed me of breath. My insides quivered faster than my rampaging pulse.

Just once I wish you wouldn’t wear those tank tops beneath your shirts. He ground his pelvis hard against my ass on his next thrust. Even so, I’ve wanted to reach into your V-neck shirts and do this to you … He paused, caressing my breast, and then fingering my nipple to a hard pebble. For so long.

The resulting spike of sensation down my chest drew a soft groan—one that contrasted the rap song’s shouting in the other room.

He withdrew, and then thrust twice in quick succession. I want to suck them. He slammed against my back, halting perhaps to catch his labored breath. I want to fuck them. Would you come for me if I tit fucked you, Kate?

If you talked to me like this while you did it.

His response was a low, gravelly laugh—another sound I’d never heard from anyone in my social circles. You haven’t come for me yet.

Do you want me to?

Not yet.

I couldn’t help but whimper. He resumed his powerful thrusts. My helpless little noises increased as my legs wobbled—melted by the waves of desire resonating from my core. His hand briefly returned to my hip before sliding into my ticklish armpit. I jerked away. His grip hardened, and then he lifted me half off my feet.

Now I was completely at his mercy, dangling helplessly from a single arm. This would have to finish soon. No man could hoist my weight for any length of time.

Kate, he groaned into my neck.

He shifted his palm to my breast. My beaded nipple was soon trapped between two fingers. A jolt of sensation shot straight to my pussy, clenching it tighter. If I’d known his identity I’d have screamed his name. As it were, I could only wheeze incoherent words.

His next powerful thrust shook my entire frame in its intensity, perhaps a sign he wouldn’t last much longer. My arms drooped as he pulled back. I nearly scrubbed away the sweat dripping from my forehead. Shit. He’d threatened to stop if I lowered my arms. I shoved them up the wall where he’d had them.

Another forceful smack of his pelvis implied he hadn’t noticed. His next nipple tweak did me in. I scrunched my eyes shut and clamped my teeth together. The first grand wave of searing desire shook me from the inside out, rolling over everything in its path as powerful as any force in nature. Several smaller ripples chased in its wake, tearing small sounds of need and shock out of my mouth.

He went into a flurry of thrusts that rocked my body. His hard … everything … slapped my ass over and over. He released a deep roar inches from my ear. I collapsed against the wall, uncaring where my arms were because I could no longer feel them. His hot breath wafted over my cheek as he fell against me.

Music pounded beyond our labored gasps. A soft sigh escaped him.

Too soon he stood, drawing