Con Artist Page 3

  My face floods with heat at what I’ve done and he makes a sound like he’s in pain. I feel goosebumps break out along my skin from the noise. What’s happening to me?

  “I’m going to take my hand away from your mouth and you’re not going to scream. Are you?” he says.

  I’m not sure if I will or not. I debate it for a moment, but then he reminds me why I shouldn’t.

  “Wouldn’t want the cops showing up, would you? I might have to tell them what a naughty girl you’ve been tonight. You’ve been taking things that don’t belong to you.”

  I shake my head, but I know he didn’t call the cops either. He must want something from me or maybe this is a game the bored billionaire likes to play. What I do know is I don’t want to go to jail, so it looks like I’ll be playing his game.

  His hand drops from my mouth as he slowly turns me in his arms. I stare at his chest, unsure if I want to look at his face. As smug as I was about pulling one over on him, I’m still a thief. It always makes me feel shameful. It doesn’t matter if I need the money or not, I’d taken something that wasn’t mine.

  “Look at me, little jaguar.”

  My eyes drift up to his and when I see his cocky smile, I have the urge to knee him in the balls all over again. Only this time there isn’t anywhere for me to go. He has me caged in and the feeling should terrify me yet somehow I know he’s not going to hurt me. Maybe not physically at least. I know all too well there are other ways to hurt people.

  His eyes roam over my face. “Fucking hell,” he mutters as he takes a step back away from me. “Sit.”

  He points to my tiny bed, and though I thought this place was small before, now with him filling up every available inch, the place is tiny. I walk over to the bed and drop down and his eyes never leave me as I do. He’s like a predator waiting for me to try and make a run for it, knowing he could easily be on me in this small space. He caught me red handed, so there’s really no way for me to go. I’m at his mercy and again heat floods my system at the thought.

  He stares down at me silently. He’s looking at me like I could disappear, or like maybe I’m not real. I shift and the heat I was feeling before has flooded down to between my thighs.

  “How did you find me?” I blurt out when the silence becomes too much.

  “Didn’t your father teach you to keep track of the things that are most important to you? And to always have a plan if something you value slips through your fingers?”

  “No, my father didn’t teach me that.” I let my backpack slide off as I lean over and reach for his wallet that’s under my pillow. The money's gone and already in the bank, but the rest is still there. I toss it to him and he catches it easily. “My father taught me to take what I wanted.”

  He throws the wallet onto the bed next to me, not bothering to open it. “I think you have something else of mine that has a little more value.”

  “Maybe not if I knew your pin number.” My smartass remarks pops right out of my mouth, shocking me a little. I normally keep those thoughts to myself, but with Bennett Hughes I can’t help myself.

  “Seven-four-nine-two,” he says easily. I almost believe he’s telling me the truth. He smiles and nods at me. “Try it sometime,” he adds with that cocky-ass smile again and I hate how it’s growing on me.

  “Now give me what I really want.” My heart does a small flutter as my mind wonders if he’s really talking about me. I know that’s a stupid idea, so I grab my backpack and pull out the case and open it. The egg is nestled inside and he moves closer to me.

  “Open it.” He nods at the egg, and I look at it and see a small latch.

  I click it and it makes the egg pop open. I stare down at what looks like a band covered in diamonds. Is that a bracelet? He reaches down and picks it up. I watch as a chain drops from it and a ring dangles from it as it’s connected to the bracelet. My eyes follow the ring attached to the chain as it swings back and forth. It looks real.

  He steals the opportunity to catch me off guard and his hand engulfs my forearm as he snaps the bracelet on my wrist. My head jerks up to look at him and I’m shocked at how fast he moved.

  “What are you doing?” I ask in confusion.

  “You’re not the only one who can be quick.”

  Why would he latch the beautiful bracelet onto me? I look down again at it when I feel him sliding the ring that’s connected to it onto my finger.

  “I told you. My father told me to keep track of the things I didn’t want to lose, and you, little jaguar, are hard to keep track of. I’m only making it easier for me from now on.”

  I grab at the beautiful bracelet and try to pull it off, but it goes nowhere. I flip it over and look for where it locks but I don’t see anything. It's almost as if someone welded it onto me. The fit gives enough room for it to move a little without digging into me but not enough room to try and cut it off somehow. Not without hurting myself.

  “Don’t hurt yourself,” Bennett says and wraps his hand around my other wrist to keep me from tugging on it. “Skin this soft will damage easily and I take care of my possessions.” My mouth falls open at his comment.

  “I don’t belong to you,” I hurry to say, and it's met with a deep chuckle.

  He turns around and walks over to the small chair and table where I eat most of my meals. He brings the chair over in front of me and sets it down before taking a seat. It reminds me of when an adult tries to sit in a preschooler’s chair. I’m surprised the thing doesn't break under him.

  “What do you want?” I ask and force myself to look away from him because my eyes are starting to roam in places they really shouldn't. I glance down at the beautiful bracelet, which is more like a cuff, and the gorgeous ring. He put it on my ring finger and it makes me look like I’m married. I glance up when he doesn't answer me and I see he’s staring at me again. I hold up my hand and think it’s prettier than anything I’ve ever seen or touched. “This has to cost more than the stupid egg.”

  He shrugs. “If you haven't noticed, money isn't something I worry about. You could pull out money all day every day on those cards and never make a dent. I bet you couldn't even keep up with the interest it makes.”

  “Is that a challenge?” I sit up a little straighter and he throws his head back and laughs.

  “I have a feeling a lot of things with you are going to be a challenge.”

  “Is that what this is? The bored billionaire looking for something to entertain him?” I raise an eyebrow. “The tabloids were right. You’re an asshole.” For the first time, something flashes across his face and I swear it’s hurt. Before I can be sure it’s gone and that cocky smile is back.

  “This place isn't safe for you.” He changes the subject.

  I can slightly hear the bar noise from below, but I’m so used to it I hardly notice it anymore.

  “You’re one to talk. I’m pretty sure I got into your place easy enough,” I challenge.

  “Something you can help me fix.” He stands from the chair. “Bradford will be wanting that egg tomorrow. Make sure you deliver it and he’ll give you another job. You’ll take it, and then we’ll see if I can catch you this time.”

  “You’re cheating,” I say, pointing to the bracelet.

  “But you said it already, I’m an asshole. I’m willing to cheat if it means getting what I want. If you're not you don’t want it bad enough.” With that he turns and walks out of my little studio. As soon as the door closes I jump up and run over and lock the door, not that it matters. It was locked when I got home and he was already here.

  I walk back over to the bed and look at the egg and wallet still lying there. I pick up the egg and give it one last look before putting it back into the box and into my bag. I take my hoodie off and toss it to the floor. I fall back onto the mattress and then pick up the wallet and take out his driver's license. I stare at the man who has me tied in knots and wonder for the millionth time what he’s doing to me.

  He was turned on, but was it me he rea
lly wanted? I shake my head as I slide the driver's license back in place and put the wallet with my hoodie. Maybe he did really want help with his security while also getting some payback in the process. Either way, for the first time in my life I’m excited for whatever Bradford is going to ask me to do tomorrow. Maybe I need a challenge too. If he wants to play with me then fine. I can do the same to him, only I’ll line my bank account while I do it. Then when I’m done I’ll get the hell out of here.

  I lift my hand when I remember the bracelet. Or maybe that won't be as easy as I think. I have no doubt there’s some kind of tracking device on this thing. I glare at it for a moment before I smile. It’s just one more obstacle, and when I’m finished with Mr. Billionaire he’ll be taking it off for me himself. If he wants a challenge he’s going to get one.

  Chapter 6

  BENNETT

  Leaving her last night was absolute hell, but I never really left her. I stayed outside and had security all around her until the morning when she left to go meet Bradford. That’s when I decided it was safe enough for me to go because I’d have someone with eyes on her from then on. What I didn’t anticipate was that she’d be so good at giving my guards the slip, but that’s why I gave her the bracelet. Of course it has a tracking device in it, but I have to say the idea of getting a ring on her was really the whole point. The device is just an additional bonus.

  The indoor pool area is always really hot and steamy. I love coming down here every so often and getting in the water just to clear my mind. Especially lately with how distracted I’ve been. I feel like I need it now more than ever. The other reason I’m down here is that if my little jaguar succeeds in her task today, she’ll be here in no time.

  I drop my towel on the nearby lounger and walk over to the edge of the pool. I’ve got my Speedo on for doing laps and grab my goggles off the nearby table. I go to the edge and when I’m ready I take the plunge. The water is hot and as I move my arms and legs my body warms as well.

  I swim from one end of the pool to the next until I can’t catch my breath. When I’m done I glance at my watch and it’s be impossible to control my smile. It’s almost time. When I climb out of the pool I turn around to grab my towel and I’m surprised when I see James sitting there on my lounger. I wonder how long she’s been watching me.

  “You’re early,” I say as I slowly walk over towards her.

  She’s sitting on my towel and doesn’t make a move to get up and give it to me. Instead I watch her eyes move over my chest and down to my cock that’s already straining obscenely against the small swim shorts. I’m more than okay with her objectifying me because all it does is turn me on.

  “Your security is slack,” she says by way of an explanation and shrugs.

  “But were you successful in your mission?” I ask, and she nods as she reaches into her bag and pulls out the white box. “Open it.”

  She looks at me for a moment but then curiosity wins out and she takes off the lid. When she pushes away the tissue she fishes out what looks like a piece of string and tugs it out of the box. She holds is up and lets it hang down and then stares at it.

  “What is this?” she asks before she looks over at me.

  “You’re bathing suit,” I say and step in front of her, taking her hand. “Let’s get you changed.”

  I tug on her arm and she comes to stand up in front of me as I kneel down in front of her.

  “I don’t know how to swim,” she admits, and there’s a part of me that wonders if she’s just telling me this so I don’t force her or if she’s being honest.

  “You don’t have to,” I say as I grab the edge of her jeans and undo them. “But you’ll do what I say when you’re in my home.”

  I look up at her and meet her eyes in challenge. I wait for her to tell me to stop as I tug the dark jeans over her hips and down her thighs, but the moment never comes. When I get to her panties I watch as her hands come to the front of them, either to hide herself as a form of modesty or to stop me from seeing her there. Either way I don’t care. She’s in my house and she’s been hired to do a job. If that job is letting me look at her pussy she’s going to do it.

  “Let me see how pretty you are,” I say as my finger traces the edge of the white cotton. I hook a finger inside the band and then tug it down a little and peek inside.

  “What are you going to do?” she asks barely above a whisper.

  “Oh sweet girl, anything I want,” I answer and yank her panties off and throw them to the ground beside me.

  She gasps, but I don’t stop as I grab the hem of her hoodie and pull it off of her. Her soft cotton bra follows in just a quick second, and before she can utter another word she’s completely naked in front of me.

  “My god, I’m going to cum on every inch of you,” I say, trailing a finger along her stomach. “You’re going to look beautiful coated in me.”

  I grab the discarded bikini on the ground next to me and though I hate to cover her up, I’m not ready to take her right here on the cold tile. And if she’s naked for much longer I won’t be able to control myself.

  “Let’s see how close I got to getting the right size.”

  I hold the bottoms out for her and she steps into them. But it’s a true bikini that’s just a few strings sewn together and it barely covers her pussy lips. In fact, I tug the front of it up a little so that it goes between her lips and I can still see them.

  “There, that’s better,” I say, running my knuckle between them and against her clit. “Now let’s do the top.”

  I hold it out for her and make her turn around so I can tie it in the back. When she turns back around to face me I let out a laugh at just how little it covers. The triangles are about the size of a quarter and don’t cover her nipples entirely. Somehow being in this bikini is even filthier than her just being naked.

  My cock is already coming out of the top of my swim shorts and the head is covered in cream. Her eyes are on it. I look down at her and decide that I need to take the edge off.

  “You ever watch a man cum before?” I ask as I tug down the material of my suit and let my cock spring free. At her innocent gasp I have her answer and it makes me even harder.

  I take myself in my hand and slide up and down, using my own cum to lube up. I’m thick and strong as I bring myself to the edge and she can’t take her eyes off me.

  “Get on your knees and get a better look,” I say, and she does it without hesitation, dropping to her knees in front of me. The sight is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  This need I have for her is insane. I’ve never experienced desire like this. It’s making me absolutely fucking crazy with need. I’ll do anything and say anything to get what I want.

  “Can I?” she asks as she looks up at me through her lashes and licks her lips.

  “You know how?” She shakes her head and I have to close my eyes to gain control of myself so I don’t shoot out cum on her face in two seconds. “Goddamn, I knew you were fresh when I looked at you, but I didn’t know that mouth was a virgin too. Open up, little girl. I’m going to teach you how I like it.”

  I have to bend my knees a little so that she can reach it and I brace myself on the lounge chair behind her. I’m leaning over her as the tip of my cock slides past her lips and I push into her mouth in shallow thrusts. Her hands go to my sides to hold onto me as her mouth opens wider and I feel her tongue explore my cock. I look down at her bathing suit that makes her look like a porn star and all I can think about is that ruby-red cherry between her legs. I can’t wait to pop it and find out if she breeds as easy as she sucks a dick.

  “Fuck,” I grunt when her hand glides down my shaft where her mouth can’t reach. “That’s it,” I encourage her, but her untrained mouth is too much and I’m being pushed over the edge.

  There’s a small pop when I take my cock out of her mouth and I begin to jack off. Thick streams of cum jet out of my cock and splash onto her chin and tits. She looks at me with wonder and excitement and it
’s then I see her other hand is between her legs and her bottoms are wet. I curse as more cum shoots out until my legs are shaking and I don’t know if I can hold myself up any longer.

  My cock is still hard and demanding another round of her mouth, but if I do that, there’s no way I won’t fuck her this time. Instead I try and shove it back in my trunks as best as I can and grab her hand. I pull her next to me as I walk over to the hot tub and step down in it. Once I’m inside I grab her by the hips and lift her down into it with me and sit her on my lap. She comes against me so easily it’s like we’ve done this a thousand times.

  “So tell me, little jaguar,” I say as I lean forward and press my lips to hers. “Where are my weaknesses?”

  Chapter 7

  JAMES

  I lean into him as his mouth meets mine. It’s soft at first with just a gentle brush of his lips against mine and it’s sweeter than I thought he would be. This kiss is the kind that two people might share before they make love to one another. That isn’t what this is though.

  The taste of him is still in my mouth yet he doesn’t seem to care as his tongue touches mine and he takes what he wants. But the longer he kisses me, the deeper it gets and the more possessive he becomes. I like that he doesn't let the fact that he came all over me stop him from kissing me. In fact, I think it’s turning him on even more.

  I can feel his need for me and I want the same thing though I know I shouldn't. I’m not used to being so close to someone. Being held skin to skin with someone is a foreign feeling and one I never craved before. Now I know what I’m missing and I want more. In my line of work I take what I want and he does the same. It’s something we have in common and it’s probably the only thing.

  I should push him away as his arms tighten around me, but instead I turn and straddle his thick thighs as best I can. I spread my legs wide to be able to fit over him and then I press my chest into his. I want to be as connected to him as possible and I try and tell myself it’s not him that I crave, only the affection. I’ve never had this before and it’s overwhelming.