Page 44 of Conning the Billionaire
She pressed herself down, taking him in deeper and deeper until her ass nestled over his balls.
He was going to explode so hard he was going to die.
And damn, he hoped her ass didn’t hit the steering wheel and thus the horn.
The image of the horn honking in a frantic staccato rhythm distracted him just enough to hold back.
Kylie lifted off him and rode him back down again, every plunge inside her torturing him. His fingers tightened on her thighs as he squeezed, trying not to come, until her rhythm became more insistent, and she was ramming herself down, impaling herself on his cock. Then her body arched hard, and she keened like she was trying to keep from screaming as she pulsed on him.
And he couldn’t hold back.
Micah’s body clenched, and the blinding bliss of orgasm consumed him, all thought leaving his mind. He was a howling creature flowing outward through nothingness, and then his balls pumped into the condom with pulses of ecstasy.
The nothingness mist cleared, and he was gasping for breath.
Kylie was lying on him, her body limp, panting. “Jesus,” she whimpered.
He finger-combed her hair back and held it behind her head because he wanted to see the delirium on her face.
God, this woman was beautiful, and the way he’d made her weak was icing on the goddamned cake. He held her in his arms and pressed her head against his shoulder, growling, “Good girl.”
Micah had a month with her, longer than he’d ever spent with a woman. He wasn’t the relationship type. Plucking flower after flower was so easy. Why would he want to tend a potted rosebush?
And yet, he’d negotiated for a month.
Ripping flowers out of the ground was getting boring.
Then again, Micah had always found the plants with wicked thorns more interesting than the fragile ones, and wicked thorns described Kylie Miller perfectly.
He pressed his lips against her forehead because she was right there.
Kylie pushed herself up. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I like doing that.”
“This isn’t the girlfriend experience, buddy. You bought my body for a month, but that kind of snuggly shit doesn’t play with me. Use me and get away.”
Wicked thorns, indeed.
Micah made himself presentable and got rid of the condom in a trash can a few cars away.
When he was sauntering back to the car, Kylie was getting out the other side.
He asked, “Where are you going?”
She shrugged her bare shoulders. “Home.”
“What do you mean, ‘home?’ You’re mine for a month.”
“You’re not going to stick me with the room bill again, benny. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”
Micah flipped his hand in the air and made a wry face that was too much like he was back in the old neighborhood. So he lowered his shoulders, composed his expression, and enunciated slowly and carefully, “As I said, that or anything like it will not happen again. You’re working for me now. We’re on the same team.”
“Likely story. This just seems like another big ol’ con to get me back into your hotel room so you can leave and stiff me with another eighty-large bill again.”
“But I’ve already transferred—”
“Yeah, whatever. I’ve never even heard of Banque Ammann, Jaggi, and Zug. It’s probably a fake bank and a sham website.”
