Page 43 of Conning the Billionaire
His expression softened, and he chuckled. “It is refreshing to not be among amateurs.”
When they got to Tiffany and Company, Priyanka was working the counter again, because of course she was.
Because the store was otherwise empty, Micah asked Priyanka as he approached the counter, “Do you have another pair of earrings like the ones we bought last weekend?”
Priyanka looked from Micah to Kylie and back again, her expression wary. “I have a pair that’s similar.”
“We’ll take them.” Micah looked down at Kylie. “Unless you’d like something else.”
The diamonds looked like ice chips floating on water in a crystal glass. If anything, they were bigger than the last pair. “No, no. Those are fine.”
While they were pushing through the Saturday night crowds and walking back to his car in the Tropicana garage, Kylie asked him, “Are you going to want me to keep them on again tonight?”
“We’ll talk in the car,” he growled.
When they’d made it back to his car and the door locks had thumped and locked them inside, Micah twisted in his seat to stare at her and started unbuckling his belt.
“What are you—” she asked.
“I own your body for the next month, and that includes your mouth. Knowing you were standing beside me in that jewelry store with your bare ass under your dress made me want to bend you over that counter and let your friend watch while I took you.” He grabbed her hair on the back of her head and unzipped his fly. “Open your mouth, Kylie.”
The gentle but insistent pressure on the back of her neck guided her head down as he reclined the seat.
It was almost like Kylie didn’t have a choice, like she wasn’t choosing to do this to him in a car in a parking garage because he’d paid her, and so the voices in her head that constantly talked about sin and repentance every time she was with a guy were finally quiet.
She opened her mouth.
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WICKED THORNS
MICAH
Micah held Kylie’s glossy black curls in his fist and lowered her head.
The warmth and wetness of her mouth closing over him, licking and sucking as he moved her face up and down his shaft, drove him damn wild. He hadn’t been able to get this woman off his mind. Last weekend, he’d let go and taken her hard, and she’d loved it.
He wanted more of her.
She sucked as he pulled her up, an enthralling suction that shuddered through his bones.
Every stroke was a torment and Heaven on Earth.
He reached below her body with his other hand, flipping her skirt out of the way, and then found her slit with his fingers.
Her gasp around his shaft was everything, and he tightened.
Micah let her go for a few minutes, curling up to watch the ruby red of her lips that matched her dress sliding over him, until the want for more consumed him.
He punched the glove box and yanked her off him.
Her dark eyes were glazed, and her lips were still parted. Her lipstick was smeared where her mouth had been rubbing his dick.
Condoms tumbled out of the glove box. Micah slapped one on himself and grabbed her thigh, drawing her leg over his hips. “Ride me.”
Kylie crawled on top of him and pressed herself down, her body taking him inside her.
He arched his head back and ground his teeth, trying not to finish.
