Page 27 of Conning the Billionaire
“You want it harder?”
“Yes!”
His whole body rocked against her, driving her higher until the crest broke and she throbbed with exhilaration, blown and sucked under by the ecstatic pleasure.
He shuddered above her, holding himself up on his elbows.
He was still wearing his shirt, crisp cotton under her arms.
Her legs wrapped his bare back, but she felt his pants and belt on the back of her leg as she relaxed.
Her dress bunched under her back, and her boob was hanging out.
That was a dirty screw, and Kylie loved it.
The blond Italian rolled off her, got rid of the condom, then flopped back on the bed, dragging his underwear up. A glimpse of stacked-brick abs peeked from above his waistband and under his shirt.
Kylie hadn’t even gotten to ogle him properly. She felt ripped off.
He stared at the ceiling and panted, “You are amazing. Damn.”
She chuckled, tugged her dress over her hips, and resumed staring at the flat expanse of white paint far above the bed. “You are, too. Wow. I haven’t been railed like that since—ever.”
He laughed a breathy laugh. “I’m just going to clean up a little.” He rolled over the edge of the bed to stand.
“Yeah, I’d better get going.” She struggled toward the end of the bed to stand up.
He caught her arm. “Don’t go.”
“Shouldn’t I?” she asked, looking back at him. “I mean, you were great. Really great. But it was just a one-time thing, right? You don’t live in Atlantic City. You’re going to leave town tomorrow or soon, I guess. I don’t expect anything else.”
He held onto her wrist. “Yeah, but—stay.”
Kylie had nothing to go home to except tomorrow morning’s homework in a cold apartment, and maybe she could get breakfast out of this guy, too. Every meal counted. “Okay.”
She crawled back to the blond Italian, and he snuggled her in his arms.
Lying in his arms with the thick muscle of his shoulder under her head, all the things roiling her head stayed away, and Kylie relaxed.
He murmured, “That’s a good girl.”
“You were going to—” she muttered.
“In a minute,” he said. “Yet another good thing about condoms.”
“Oh, definitely,” she whispered. It was after midnight. She’d gotten up early that morning to finish her online GED homework, then exercised, and it had been another long day of getting ready and working a con, and it was just so late.
She began to drift off.
Sometime in the night, the bed’s covers flipped over her, and she snuggled down in the warmth.
Kylie was so tired that she didn’t hear him leave.
10
IF YOU’RE NOT THE CON ARTIST
KYLIE
