Con Artist (Breeding #6)(10)

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.

I try to find relief for the throb between my legs and it’s getting worse. I’m always turned on when thoughts of him go through my mind, but being here with him now is too much to control. It’s nearly unbearable as I shamelessly slip my hand inside the tiny bottoms he put on me. It was too hard to play with myself and suck him off at the same time. Watching the desire he had for me flash in his eyes as he finished himself off felt powerful. He jacked off to the sight of me before him and I nearly came undone just from the sight of it.

I have this silly need to be the best he’s ever had and brand myself in his mind the same as he has with mine. I shouldn't care if I’m the best, but that’s the problem. I need to put myself first because I know it's what he would do. It’s what everyone does and I learned that early in life. He came before I could get myself there and he marked me as his. So why do I still have this urge to please him?

I hated the bikini top when he put it on me and now I’m hating it more because it’s in the way. I want to rub my nipples against his hard chest. No one has ever seen me naked and it should make me feel shy and vulnerable. But with him I watch his eyes and I know he likes what he sees. I’m small everywhere, which is something that worked in my favor all my life. For the first time ever I want to feel feminine and not like some small girl who’s trying to blend in and go unnoticed.

When I did my search of him there were pictures from years ago of the women he's dated. He was never pictured with the same woman twice and that didn’t go unnoticed. Nor did the fact that there haven’t been any new ones in years. Either he’s getting better at keeping it under wraps or the articles written since then are true and he really is an asshole. Though I don’t think that would be the reason because I’ve seen women put up with a lot of shit for money. Hell, look at me now. It’s not about the money or trying to keep myself out of jail. There’s no hiding the need my body has for him. I try and reason with myself that it’s only because I’m starved for attention and not because I really like him.

What I don’t understand is why he’s toying with me to get himself off. I look nothing like the women he was pictured with. All of them were tall and curvy, and seeing them made me feel like a child. Most of them were models and all of them were pretty and perfect. In comparison I’m a small doll.

It has to be his ego that needs to conquer me. I guess it works out because if he does like to keep who he sees private, then someone who lives her life trying to be invisible is a good choice. He also knows he has all the control over me and he doesn’t have to worry that I will run my mouth about him.

He’s going to be very disappointed if he thinks he can use me as a mistress because I have no idea what I’m doing. Either way I know he doesn't want me to get out of his reach and maybe there’s more going on here than I know. He’s the type of man that likes getting what he wants and the idea that I could walk away from him pissed him off.

That’s why he locked the bracelet around me. To make sure he knows exactly where to find me whenever he wants me. He can take me whenever he wants and the thought makes my body jerk against him. I’m so close to cumming at the idea of it.

I look down at the ring and I assume he gave that to me because he doesn't like to share. I don’t know for sure if he stayed outside my apartment after he left, but I swear I could feel him still lingering. It took me two seconds to spot his men following me this morning. I debated losing them, but what would be the point of that? He could easily track me down and probably enjoy the chase.