Stealing First: (A Bad Boy Single Father Billionaire Novel)

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by Weston Parker


  I glanced over to Grace to apologize, but the look of lust on her face told me I didn't need to bother. Not many people could talk shit about her brother, Thomas, but it would seem that Nate was one of them.

  Chapter 9

  Nate

  "And you're not going to spank anyone." Jenna turned back toward me, her eyes full of challenge.

  "No?" I tilted my head to the side and let my gaze move over to her pretty friend, who was eye-fucking me. "What do you think, Jenna’s pretty friend? Should I let her keep her panties on or should I force her to take them off when I whoop her ass?"

  Jenna stiffened as she popped me in the chest. “It’s Grace, and she’s-”

  "Off. Take them off," Grace whispered as the vein in the side of her neck beat frantically.

  "Grace. Shit." Jenna jerked around toward her friend as my phone buzzed in the back of my jeans.

  I leaned over and pressed my mouth to the side of her neck, just below her ear before I spoke. "I like your friend, but she's not invited to the after-party."

  She swatted at me again, but I walked away before she could get a good slap on me. Hot little bitch. She played the cute innocent girl who served coffee, but no one who had a body like hers was sweet and innocent. Shit didn't exist.

  The idea of forcing her over my legs for a long hard spanking left my cock swollen and throbbing. It would happen. Hopefully later that night. I pulled my phone from my pocket and walked out into the alley.

  "Ashley?" I glanced down the darkened alleyway to see Ash standing there, looking like a million dollars.

  "Hey. There you are. I figured if I called you would have to come outside to answer it." She walked toward me, her eyes wide. "I'm scared. I get so fucking scared when we do this. He isn't just anyone, Nate. He's a really big deal. His fucking father is-"

  "Hush." I put my finger to her lips and used my free hand to pull her flush against me. "Don't be scared. You didn't even kill him, Ash, and the coolest part? I didn't have to kill him either. He'll end up killing himself. It will look like a suicide, or an idiot using a drug incorrectly."

  She glanced behind her and shivered. "I don't know. I feel like this is going to land right back in my lap."

  I reached down to grab her chin and forced her to look back up at me. "Hush. Stop this shit and let's go through the motions. You're the toughest woman I know."

  "And the most beautiful?"

  "Of course, baby. You know that." I searched her face, looking for signs that she might be the right woman for me, and finding nothing. Cold hearted killers. That's all we both were, but I was starting to thaw. I forced myself not to think about how fucked up my timing was. "Now, get into the club with your friends. Go through the front door. Go now. It's getting late and you'll need to be back home by midnight to find him. Remember the plan."

  "Yeah. I know." She slid her hand down my stomach to cup my dick. "You're hard."

  "You're here." I licked my lips and leaned down to kiss her roughly.

  She sunk into me as if she'd been waiting for an open invitation. I hated to pull the rug out from underneath her, but that kiss was all she was getting.

  "I love you."

  "Hush with that shit and get in the club. Remember to act manic when you find him. You got this."

  "We got this."

  "Yes, exactly." I spun her around and popped her ass hard. "Go. Now."

  "Promise you'll fuck me this weekend?" She walked toward the opening of the alley.

  "Everywhere you want me to." I moved back into the shadows and wiped my lips, suddenly repulsed by the taste of her. I was in trouble. Big fucking trouble. If Ashley caught wind that I'd fallen for someone else, there was nowhere Jenna could hide that my childhood friend wouldn't search her out and find her.

  "Not happening." I turned on my heel and walked back into the club, my eyes immediately going in search of my girl. She was still at the bar with Grace, but the stiff dick from the coffee shop was sitting on the other side of her as the three of them laughed together. I should have left her alone, but I couldn't force myself to, not even for her safety.

  She wouldn't want to be involved in the shit I was dealing. Or would she? At midnight, Ashley would be forty million dollars richer as the widow of one of the wealthiest cocks in New York City. She got half, and I got the other half. Plain and simple. Would that kind of money impress Jenna?

  I had that and a lot more already from my last heist with Ash.

  "You're off for the rest of the night." One of the other bouncers patted my chest as he walked by toward the front door.

  I glanced up to find my illustrious boss, Fredrick Carrington, watching from the top floor of Kadia. He nodded and lifted his drink to me. I waved and nodded back my thanks. He took care of me, and he knew good and damn well that I would take care of him. I had been doing so since I was a kid on the streets.

  "So this new drug makes you horny?" Grace was a little louder than she might have thought as I walked up.

  "Yeah. That's exactly what it does." Thomas knew a bit about our lust drug it would seem.

  "It's only safe in small quantities though. A mixture of ecstasy and acid." I slid my hands over Jenna's shoulders and squeezed. "Come let me give you that dance you wanted now."

  "Hey. Are you-?" The guy beside Jenna started, but I ignored him and took her hand when she got up.

  "Did I ask for a dance?" She glanced up at me as I walked toward the floor with her.

  "No, but I knew what you wanted." I moved back and spun her around as I let my eyes move across the sea of faces. Ashley was in the far corner of the club with a large group of girlfriends. I wasn't sure where she'd wrangled them up from, but it didn't matter. She needed alibis. They would work. She was in an odd part of the club where seeing the dance floor wasn't an option. I was safe, or rather Jenna was.

  I pulled her to me roughly and spun her once more, trapping her in a tight hug with her back to my chest, her sweet ass cushioning my erection. I leaned down and ran my lips up the side of her neck before sucking her ear into my mouth.

  "You wanna play a little tonight?" I growled against her ear and flexed my arms as she moaned.

  "Depends on what you have in mind." She glanced back, her expression stealing parts of my heart I thought were long dead and gone.

  "You, you on your knees. Mouth full of dick. Choking and gasping for air, but loving every minute of it." I pressed my teeth against her neck and tugged as she rolled her hips and played with my dick. "You'll be so wet by the time I get done with you that you'll be embarrassed."

  "Does this include the spanking?" She turned in my arms, forcing me to give her a little bit of space until she pressed her breasts to my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck.

  "Of course it does." I leaned down and brushed my nose against hers as I rubbed her sides and pressed my fingers into the soft flesh of her lower back. She expected carnality, and she would get it, but not in front of a club full of people.

  "I'm not scared of you," she mumbled breathlessly as her eyes moved around my face.

  "You should be." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a tablet. "This is the drug. A full one and you'll be riding anything I put in front of you, but half? Half will just numb the last inhibition you have. The last little pull on your soul that forces you to keep your knees together tonight."

  "You think you need a drug to force me to open my legs for you?"

  "It's not just your legs I plan to open, Jenna, but no. The drug is for you. Getting fucked for hours feels better when you're relaxed and submissive. Don't fight me. It's for your good, baby doll."

  "And what do you know about my good?" She licked her lips as if nervous.

  "You spit or swallow, Jenna?"

  "Shit." She glanced down as her cheeks turned pink.

  "Like a man's tongue on your clit or the tight opening of your ass more?"

  "Nate." She glanced up as her pupils dilated.

  "Want my cock in your pussy and my fingers i
n your ass or the other way around?" I slid my hands down to the top of her ass and squeezed as I pulled her in closer and pressed my erection against her stomach.

  She glanced down as she panted loudly. "I don't know. I want it all."

  "Of course you do, baby." I touched her chin and smiled. "Take the pill. Half the pill. We share it."

  "I don't know." She looked toward the bar. "How can I trust you?"

  I put the pill in my mouth, clamping my front teeth down on it and leaning down toward her as I shook my head.

  She pressed her lips to mine as I bit the pill in half. I swallowed my part and pressed the rest into her mouth as I thrust my tongue deep into her. She sucked hard, weakening my resolve to teach her a lesson about bad boys.

  Make love to her.

  Fuck that. Not in a million years. I didn't even know how. And if I did, my piece of shit heart wouldn't survive it.

  I broke the kiss and breathed in deeply again as she turned and pressed her ass against me.

  "You can't trust me, or anyone else." I gripped her hips and danced with her for a few more seconds, enjoying the serenity of the moment.

  "Who are you, Nate?" She glanced back and gripped my thighs with her fingers, digging her nails into me.

  I groaned and pursed my lips, trying to keep myself from coming in my pants. A year of sitting across the room and yearning for her hands on me, and here she was, ready to do whatever I told her to. It was too much.

  "I'm your savior, baby." I slid my hand up to her breast and stopped short of squeezing it. I'd take my time and tug on her tight little nipples once I got her naked. No need to put on a show. Every inch of my body screamed that I throw her over my shoulder and find a closet, but I kept myself in check. I needed to be on the floor should Ashley need me. It was almost eleven thirty. She'd be leaving soon, and so would I.

  She moved away from me and turned. "And what are you saving me from?"

  "From sleeping alone tonight." I turned and walked off the dance floor, her hand in mine. We stopped by the bar and I tugged at her hand. "Go tell your friend that you're going upstairs with me for a little while, but not to leave you."

  "Upstairs?" She glanced up at me, her eyes glossy. The drug was working.

  I patted her ass and smiled. "Yes. Go tell them. Now or no spanking for you."

  "Okay." She walked toward the bar and I spun around in time to watch Ashley walk out of the club. The group of girls with her didn't seem too happy about having to leave before the bar shut down, but hopefully, Ash stuck to the script. Stomach ache from something earlier and they would all take her home and find her husband with foam at the edges of his mouth and cold to the touch.

  "You all right?" I turned as Jenna stopped beside me, but didn't say anything.

  "Yeah. I'm starving."

  "We can grab a burger at the bar after I'm done with you."

  "No, I'm not hungry for food." She turned and lifted her chin. The look in her eyes left me lightheaded, my pulse racing faster than it should have.

  She didn't want food. She wanted dick. My dick. Deep inside of her. Naughty little whore. I loved it.

  Chapter 10

  Jenna

  It was beyond stupid to take the drug, but I wanted to impress him. No, not impress. I didn't want to deny him. He felt so fucking good pressed to the back of me, his thick erection spreading my ass open as he found a place to tuck himself away while we danced.

  "You're so dirty." I slid my hand into his as we walked toward the door.

  "Dirty? What's dirty about talking truth? Feels pretty clean to me."

  We headed toward a staircase beside the front door, surprising me a little. "Where are we going?"

  "Upstairs, sweetheart. Remember?" He held the door, and I walked through into a large cloud of smoke. Marijuana. I coughed and waved at the air as he moved in front of me.

  "Breathe it in. Feels good. I promise." He reached for my hand. "Stay close. It gets nutty up here. I'd hate to stab some mother fucker for touching my girl."

  "Your girl?" I coughed again and followed him up the stairs as I continued to swat at the air. Feeling good was one thing, but dying from smoke inhalation was another.

  He didn't respond, but I didn't figure a man like him needed to explain himself. I wasn't his girl, but I'd play as if I were for at least a night.

  I couldn't help but turn my head in an effort to allow my eyes a few more seconds to linger on a threesome in the corner. The two girls were moving over a skinny guy with a huge cock, like snakes, licking and nipping at his flesh as he lay there and groaned.

  "Damn," I mumbled and moved into an office with Nate. "What is this place?"

  "The third floor of Kadia is a sex shop, basically. Not many people know or live to tell about it, but it is what it is." He dropped down into a large leather chair and licked at his bottom lip. The outline of his cock in his jeans had my body ticking, the deep pulse between my thighs echoing the one on the side of my neck.

  I glanced behind me at the door. "Nate. I don't know if-"

  "It's locked. Come get your spanking." He ran his hands down his thighs and motioned for me to come to him.

  Something about the moment left me fully aware that if I crossed the room that I would be lost to him for a long fucking time. He wasn't the type of dream you woke up from refreshed, but rather yearning to OD on sleeping pills so you could find him again.

  "You weren't serious, were you?" I took the first step and both of us knew he had me.

  "I don't play around very often, Jenna. Come here. If I have to come get you, you're gonna do a lot more than lie still over my legs and whimper."

  Fuck.

  Lubrication pooled in my panties as I paused and pressed my legs together, scared it might run down the side of my thigh and give me away.

  He breathed in deeply and growled before patting his legs. "Right here."

  "Panties on or off?" I couldn't find enough air to breathe.

  "Would it make you feel better if I let you leave them on?" His cock twitched as I closed the space between us, and I wanted so badly to see it. To touch it, press my lips and face against it. Every hard-core fantasy I'd had over the last year had him in it. This shit couldn't seriously be happening.

  "Yes." I stopped in front of him and tried not to shake. It was no use. My knees were weak, my thighs twitching.

  "Then take them off, or better yet, I'll do it for you." He moved to the edge of his seat and glanced up at me as he slid his hands up my thighs and gripped my panties. The quick yank surprised me, and I yelped and reached out, grabbing his thick shoulders.

  "Do you spank every woman you call your own?" I tried to find my balance, but it was useless.

  "You don't get to ask questions, princess." He gripped my hand and pulled me around to the side of the chair before forcing me to lie across his lap. It was surprisingly comfortable outside of his cock digging into my right side.

  "I should deny you something too." I closed my eyes and pressed my mouth to the side of his thigh as I let my head hang toward the ground.

  He tugged my dress over my bare ass and ran his hand down the back of my thigh before squeezing softly. "You're not gonna deny me anything, Jenna. Not ever."

  I cried out as his hand smacked into my flesh, the sting so good, so wrong. "No," I whispered, embarrassed that I let him hit me in the first place. What was wrong with me?

  "Someone is sloppy wet." His fingers spread my ass open before sliding down to my pussy. "You've been anticipating this."

  "No, I haven't," I whispered roughly as he rimmed my opening. I needed him to fuck me so badly, but I wouldn't dare ask. It was too much, too soon.

  "Liar." He popped me hard again, this time with his other hand.

  I groaned and lifted my ass before pressing my teeth into his thigh. I wanted to cry out 'more' but no. No fucking way. Never.

  "When is the last time you were fucked? Tell me, baby girl." He pressed his fingers into me, and I pressed back and moaned loud
ly, giving myself away. "So fucking tight. It's been awhile, hasn't it?"

  "Yes." Too long. So damn long I don't remember it. More. Push more of your fingers into me. Spank me again. Touch my ass. Open me up.

  "Shame. This beautiful body goes untouched all the time? We gotta change that." He pulled his fingers from me as I groaned loudly in disappointment.

  "Someone wants something but she's afraid to ask for it." He popped my ass again.

  I cried out and writhed in his lap. "I don't want anything from you."

  "Not this?" He brushed the pad of his thumb by my asshole and dragged it down to my entrance, pressing it deep inside of me as I rolled my hips subtly. I needed him to stop talking and violate me.

  "No," I whispered and pressed back, forcing his finger into the hilt. I moaned and lifted up before pressing myself back down onto him.

  He leaned over and pressed his mouth to my shoulder as he ran his thumb back up to my ass, his fingers sinking inside of me as he pressed his thumb into my tightness. The very idea of him holding me like a six-pack was horrifying, and yet I couldn't begin to deny how good it felt.

  "It's the drug, baby. Stop fighting it and just let yourself go. No one is in here but me, and I'm a whore for you." He licked my shoulder. "Come for me and I'll let you get on the desk and watch me lap at your pussy, all right?"

  I moaned and closed my eyes, nodding in agreement. It was the drug. There's no way in hell I would let someone touch me like-

  Smack.

  Another hard hit.

  "Fuck," I cried out and wrapped my arms around his thigh as I lifted up and rocked back onto his fingers. Bliss wrapped around me at the sound of him fucking my wet holes mixed with the smell of dirty sex in the air. My mouth watered at the idea of sliding down between his legs and taking him deep in my mouth. I wanted him to teach me to do all the things he wanted to be done to him, but I wasn't asking.

 

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