Con Artist Read online Alexa Riley (Breeding #6)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Breeding Series by Alexa Riley
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
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I know what’s wrong and it’s the idea of others seeing me in it, which is about to happen. When I sneaked out of Bennett’s bed early this morning I went to Bradford’s office after stopping by my place to change. I needed another job. I had to remember that I might be falling for Bennett but I still have a life of my own I need to keep up. Bennett is fun, but he might not always be around.

As tempting as it is to take Bennett up on his offer of a job, I know what that would make me. Maybe I already became a call girl the moment I willingly went to Bennett’s. I knew what he wanted and I knew I was going to give it to him. The second thing I told myself I’d never do is sell my body—the first was drugs. From everything he said, that’s essentially what Bennett wants me to do. I know he didn’t mean it that way, but that doesn’t change anything. Although I want the sex and all the things he does to my body, I won’t be bought.

He could have me at his beck and call and use my body however he wanted. I clench my legs together thinking about last night. My thighs still hold a sweet ache from being open for so long. My pussy is tender not only from him taking my virginity but from how many times we’d gone at it.

At one point he’d been begging me to stop and telling me I was going to hurt myself. But when I would slide down onto him all his protests would evaporate as he held my hips in place and fucked me hard. He controlled my body the entire time, and even though I’ve always hated feeling trapped or controlled, with him it turned me on more than anything.

I grab my bag and make my way towards the row of cars parked outside. I stop when I see one that’s unlocked. I slip into the back seat and lie down to stay hidden as I change my clothes. I pull the silky pink panties up my thighs and moan when the soft silk brushes against my clit. I’m wet from thinking about last night with Bennett and my nipples are hard against the thin dress that doesn’t allow for a bra. I bite my lip knowing I have to take care of myself before I go into the strip club to do this job. I’m not going to seduce some man to lift a key off him while I’m primed for Bennett.

I yank the top of the dress down and free my breasts so I can play with my nipples the same way Bennett had. My hand doesn't feel as good as his and it’s not even close to how good his mouth felt on me. The cuff bracelet digs into me, and it turns me on that I can feel his mark of ownership against my skin in some way. He might not be here physically but a part of him is with me. That’s what I told myself when I had to wash him from my body this morning.

I spread my legs wider than I normally would when I’ve tried to touch myself before. This time I spread them as wide as I know Bennett would have to so his broad frame could fit between them. I rub my clit in small circles and my orgasm is close.

I moan as I try to move my hips and pretend Bennett is here on top of me, but it’s not working. My body refuses to give me the release it needs and it’s torturing me for not letting Bennett be the one to give it to me right now.

The back door to the car flies open and I freeze, only half surprised to see Bennett standing there.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growls, and I start to sit up. “Don’t fucking move one inch, little jaguar, or I swear to god your ass will regret it and I do mean your ass. You won’t be able to sit for a week when I’m done with you.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him if he means because of a spanking or because he will actually fuck my ass. Both ideas I should hate, but I only grow wetter at the thought of it. A whimper comes from my lips and I’m so needy I can’t control it.

He takes a deep breath and runs a hand down his face. “Finish it,” he demands. I didn't expect him to say that. “I can’t watch you so close and not give you what you need. Make yourself cum and I’m going to watch.”

He glances around to make sure no one can see us and his body shifts to block the open door.


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