Con Artist (Breeding #6)(5)
When I got to his office last night I told him who I was looking for. I was surprised to see his eyes light up right away when I gave him the description and the location of the incident. Bradford doesn’t normally play his cards so close to his chest with me, and I could tell that she meant something to him. I can’t help but wonder why he gave her up at all if she was important to him. It doesn’t matter either way, because money is the most important thing to him and I’ve got as much as he wants. I would have drained my trust fund to find her and he knew it.
The priceless Fabergé egg lies nestled in a pillow of velvet with lights on around it. It’s been in my family a century, but I’ve never really looked at it like this before. It’s always been here in its case and I walk by it almost every day without noticing it. But now I see it with new eyes because this is what’s going to bring her to me.
It’s late, but I can’t exactly sleep out here in front of it to see when she decides to pay me a visit, so I drain the last of my glass and go into the kitchen. I place the glass by the sink and then walk through the house once more before I go upstairs. There is plenty of security on the property and I offered to remove them if Bradford would let me know what night James was going to come. He just laughed and shook his head saying she would get around them. I didn’t want to insult him or her, but if my security lets her slip through then I’ve got more problems than her stealing an egg I could give two shits about.
I have a housekeeper that lives here full time, but she goes out of town to her sister’s house on the weekends. I also employ a butler who manages the property, but he’s vacationing this weekend with grandchildren in Disney.
I don’t have many people over to my house, but it feels as though someone is always here. I guess with the both of them gone at the same time the house is truly empty. The security guards stay outside and around the estate so it’s just me roaming the dark halls of my home.
When I get to my bedroom I take off my clothes down to my boxer briefs and get in bed. I lie there without the lights on and let my eyes adjust. Every minor sound grabs my attention and I know that I won’t get a bit of sleep. What if she’s able to break in and take the egg without me noticing?
The fantasies I’ve had about her have been beyond indecent. Everything filthy thing I can think of doing to her has been on a loop in my head. I’ve never been one to jerk off, but I can’t seem to stop when it comes to thoughts of her. Even now my hand slides down over my stomach and down the dark patch of hair to my cock. It’s hard and lying against me as I wrap my hands around it. I don’t need to jerk off because I’ve done it three times today already, but no matter how many times I spurt into my hand it’s never enough.
I groan as I cup my balls and think about her soft hands there. Pre-cum leaks into my boxer briefs and smears against my skin. I’m sticky with need for her and I groan as I slide my hand up and down. The image of her on the ground with me on top of her fills my mind. I move my hand faster as I think about rutting her into the floor. I’ve never needed anything more.
The sharp sound of glass breaking rings out in my ears and I still my hand as I sit up in bed. My heart is pounding in my ears because I’m so close to cumming, but then my adrenaline spikes because this might be the moment I’ve been waiting for.
I’m sweaty and hard as a goddamn hammer as I jump out of bed as quietly as I can and slip down the hall. When I reach the edge of the stairs I can make out the light from the case down below. I see a shadow move and I know I won’t have long.
Slowly I edge down the stairs and when I reach the bottom she comes into view. She’s facing the case and her back is to me, but I’d know that shape anywhere. I may have only had her in my arms for a few seconds, but it’s burned into me like a brand.
There is some broken glass on the floor below her and I see that she’s cut around the lock. She was probably unable to pick it because I glued it shut so she’d be forced to break the glass. At least this part of my plan is working out to my advantage.
I move closer and watch as she opens the case and reaches for the egg. Her fingers wrap around it and she lifts it from its stand, and I pause just a few feet from her and clench my fists at my side to keep from reaching for her.
She places the egg inside a case then slips it into her bag. She’s done her job and as much as I want to go to her, to hold her once again, I take a step back and slip into the shadows of the hall. She doesn’t turn around as she looks on either side of her, making sure she didn’t get caught. I have to give her credit, she must be good at what she does if she was able to slip past my guards.
Seeing her isn’t enough though. I want to grab her and hold her against me. My cock is hard and throbbing as I slip my hand down into my boxers and go back to what I was doing upstairs. I thought she would leave right away, but she’s still standing there looking around.
It takes all I have to control my breathing as my cock swells and leaks onto my hand. I’ve been on edge all night and now I’m close. The proximity to her and the sight of her in my home is enough and a warm stream of cum releases from me and rolls down my hand.
As if she can sense that I’m finished she licks her lips and then walks away and out of the house. I’m standing there a sticky mess covered in my own desire. The only thing I can think of is how to get her back and how to give her everything. If she wants to steal everything I have I’ll give her a key and open my arms. Everything I have is hers for the taking and maybe that’s what she wants. The thrill of the chase?