Con Artist (Breeding #6)(18)

I have to give myself a pep talk to move down the long hallway and I’m surprised I don’t run into anyone along the way. I thought there would at least be other women here since I’m in the back of the club, but I don’t see a soul. When I get to the end of the hallway the song changes and I pull aside the heavy curtain and look out to see if I can spot the man I’m supposed to lift the key from.

I don’t know why it matters, because I can’t do this. It’s all too wrong. Bradford will have to give me another job or something.

I start to release the curtain when I glance inside again and see the place is completely empty except for one person sitting towards the back all alone. He’s lounging in his chair with his legs outstretched and his suit jacket tossed on a chair next to him.

Bennett looks as cocky as ever as I step into the room.





Chapter 12





Bennett





She’s sexy as fuck as she walks into the light and the bass of the music thumps. Her body moves slowly and she’s enjoying giving me a show. I’m smug as I lean back in my seat and wait for her to come to me.

“I should have known,” she says as she stops in front of me.

“You came for a job, and I’ve got one for you,” I say as I spread my knees and she moves to stand in between them.

“You want me to try and steal a key from you?” she asks, moving a leg over one of mine and slowly lowering herself onto one of my thighs.

“I want you to do the job you were hired for.” I reach inside my pocket and pull out the small key ring and hold it up for her. “You were meant to get this from me. Let’s see if you can.”

Her hips begin to move to the music whether she means to or not. It’s loud in here, but we’re all alone and I’ve had the cameras turned off. I want to reach for her, but I control myself as she grinds on my thigh. Her dress has moved up around her waist and I see her panty-covered pussy moving back and forth.

“Tits,” I say, and she teases me by pulling down the material so slowly.

I grip the edge of the seat and clench my jaw as she tilts her head back and moans. She just got off before we came in here, but already she needs me again. It’s probably because she didn’t get my dick and already she’s greedy for it. Her horny little pussy can’t go more than a few hours without cum in her and I’m aching to give it to her.

“Why do you keep getting in my way?” she says as she grinds down harder on my thigh.

“Because you want me to,” I say, and her eyes snap to mine. “Don’t pretend you don’t want me to be the one to take control of you. You’ve been adrift your whole life, just waiting for someone to step in. I show up and the first thing you do is take off.”

Her hips stop and I can’t take it anymore, so I reach out and move them for her.

“Don’t you dare stop now,” I say in a low, threatening voice and I watch her throat move as she swallows. “Last night you opened up about your past and I’m not trying to throw it in your face. I’m here to tell you that you’re desperate for safety and security and I’m waiting to give it to you.”

I rock her back and forth and I hear her breath hitch. She gasps when I reach down and unbutton my pants to pull out my hard cock. It’s already dripping and slick, ready for her to climb on it.

Without my prompting her, she pulls her panties to the side and hops on me before I have the chance to tell her what to do.

“Good girl,” I say when she starts to ride me and I help her move up and down.

“I was friends with Bradford a long time before I ever met you. You didn’t stand a chance working for him,” I say, running my hands up her body. “You were meant to be mine, little jaguar, and no matter what happens next I’m going to be the one you’re showing up to steal from.”

“Why are you doing this?” she moans when I grip her hips and hold her still.

“This key, James.” I hold it up for her to see. “This is to your cuff. If you are so desperate to get rid of me, then be the con artist you say you are and take it.” I slide my hand up to the back of her neck and pull her down so that I can kiss her softly. “But if you’re tired of that bullshit, let me take over and handle things.”

“Bennett, I—”

I shake my head to cut her off. “I’m not letting you go, I’m just giving you the choice to come quietly or kicking and screaming.” I press my lips to her and I can feel her smile against me. “You can steal that key and take off your cuff, it might even be fun to track you down and put it on again. Or you can say yes to the ring I’ve got on your finger and tell me you’re mine.”

She stills, glancing at the ring and then back to me.

“Oh yeah, it’s that kind of ring.” I move her hips again, and the feel of her tight pussy grips me with every thrust.

“Yes,” she moans when my thumb grazes her clit and I’m not sure if she means yes to me or the pleasure I’m giving her. I guess there’s time to clarify when I’m not balls deep inside her.

Her cunt is dripping and I can hear her fucking me over the sound of the music. It’s dirty in here, but somehow it makes this hot as fuck. She’s riding my dick like I’ve got hundreds of bills to stuff into her panties and I would if she asked me to.