Steal The CEO's Daughter - A Carny Bad Boy Romance

by Layla Valentine

  Ari climbed onto the bed and covered Eva’s body with his own, shifting his hips against hers and leaning in close to kiss her briefly. “We really should be thorough,” Ari told her in a playful whisper. “If we need to replace the bed with something better, we should find out as soon as possible.”

  “I agree,” Eva said, pushing her hips down to rub herself against the hard, tantalizing bulge of Ari’s cock. “Wouldn’t want to waste…time…”

  Ari’s lips trailed down from her mouth along the line of her jaw, to her throat, and Eva moaned as the friction between their bodies sent crackling jolts of pleasure through her body. She played her hands over his back and shoulders, kneading and caressing, even as she writhed underneath him, trying for better contact. She was already soaking wet, hot rushes of sensation flowing through her in familiar tingles as she became more and more turned on by the moment.

  Ari kissed a path down to her chest, peeling the lace of Eva’s bra down over her breasts and claiming one of her nipples with his lips and tongue. Eva shivered, rocking her hips steadily in time with his thrusts, moving along with him as Ari worshipped her breasts steadily. He switched from one nipple to the other and back, sucking and licking; it felt to Eva as if the jolts of sensation shot straight down to her hips, intensifying the tension she felt there with every lap of his rough tongue and every press of his hot, soft lips.

  She lost herself in the sensations coursing through her body, kissing and touching everywhere she could reach, tasting the sweat that began to form on Ari’s warm, olive skin and contrasting it with the sweeter taste of his lips and tongue when he brought his mouth up to kiss her again and again. He lifted her up from the bed slightly and unhooked her bra, casting it aside quickly before kissing her as if he wanted to devour her whole.

  Eva reached down between their bodies and brushed her fingers against the hard, hot bulge in the front of his briefs. “We—we had a talk about patience,” she said, panting for breath.

  Ari laughed, kissing her chest lightly. “Did you not have breakfast this morning? You seem hungry,” he murmured, reaching down to hook his fingers in the waistband of her panties. He tugged them down over her hips, pulling back enough to pull the fabric along her legs, and Eva cooperated, lifting her hips up to hasten the process. She felt as though she might actually die if she didn’t get better contact between her body and Ari’s. But instead of taking his briefs off, Ari brought one hand up between her thighs and cupped her soaking wet folds, rubbing the heel of his palm against her slick labia.

  “Hungry—hungry is one word for it,” Eva said absently, reaching down to continue touching Ari through the fabric of his underwear. Ari’s fingers slid up and down along her labia, teasing her.

  “Poor, impatient little wife,” Ari murmured. His fingers slid up to barely brush against her clitoris, and Eva shivered with need.

  “I told—told you, that’s a terrible nickname,” Eva told him, twisting her hips to get better contact with his fingers. “I’m going to…have to…school you.”

  “I’m a quick learner—I think you told me that,” Ari said, and then his lips connected with hers once more, leaving Eva unable to reply.

  His fingers worked her steadily, teasingly swirling around her clitoris one moment, before sliding along her inner labia the next, increasing the tension deep down between her hips moment by moment. Eva moaned out, twisting and writhing underneath him, pawing at the waistband of his briefs to get at the thick, hot, hard erection she already knew so well.

  Ari slid two fingers inside of her, wriggling them, rubbing along her inner walls even as his thumb pressed against her pleasure center, and Eva gave herself up to the pleasure of his teasing caresses, barely focusing enough to continue stroking Ari as she trembled and arched and squirmed underneath him. Over and over again, Ari brought her to the edge of orgasm and then retreated, slowing down until Eva’s shivering began to subside, kissing her on the lips until she thought she might drown. She was so close to climax that she could have sworn she could taste it, but Ari—expertly—kept the best pleasure at bay, leaving her reeling and almost whimpering with need.

  By the time Ari lifted himself off of her, falling onto the bed at her side and tugging his underwear down to let his erection free, Eva thought she might die if she didn’t achieve orgasm soon.

  “You know, I think it’s not that I’m impatient,” she said, watching him slip out of the last piece of clothing on his body. “I think it’s that you’re a damn tease.”

  Ari chuckled, tossing his briefs away without a shred of concern for where they landed in the room. He reached over for her, pulling Eva over, lifting her off of the bed.

  “If you’re so worried about it, why don’t you call the shots for a while?”

  Eva frowned in momentary confusion, but as Ari began to maneuver her, hauling her on top of him, she realized what he meant. She straddled his hips, balancing her weight on her knees and her hands, and looked down at Ari with a grin.

  She rocked her hips against his, rubbing her slick folds against the heat and hardness of his cock, and Ari’s hands wandered over her body slowly. He gave her breasts a lingering, eager squeeze and played his thumbs against her nipples, teasing them until they hardened into tight, little nubs. Eva teased Ari for as long as she could stand, building up speed as she slid along the length of his erection, pressing her clit against the tip of him. Ari moaned, pulling her face down to kiss her hungrily, and Eva struggled to keep herself in control; she wanted revenge for his teasing.

  When Eva couldn’t stand it anymore, she shifted on top of Ari’s body and guided the tip of his erection against her folds. She sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch, letting him fill her up as slowly as she could make herself go.

  They both moaned out, clutching at each other, touching and kissing each other as they found their rhythm. Eva rode Ari slowly at first, raising and lowering her hips to take him deeper and deeper inside of her. She marveled at how deliciously full she felt, how hot and perfect Ari felt buried in her, rubbing along her inner walls. Gradually, she began to move faster, leaning in to kiss everywhere her lips could reach on Ari’s body, letting her hands wander over him as she shifted her balance from one to the other arm, twisting her hips.

  If Eva had marveled at how perfect their first times together had been, the sensations were only better with the knowledge that Ari wanted her for more than just sex and a cover story. They murmured praise and pleas to each other as they moved together, and Eva struggled to hold back the orgasm she could feel building deep down between her hips, tension mounting every moment.

  All at once, the tension broke, as if someone had cut through the knot she could feel buried deep down between her hips. Eva rose and fell, riding Ari harder and faster as wave after wave of pleasure racked her, so intense it might have been pain. Ari held onto her hips with a viselike grip, thrusting up to meet her movements, and Eva lost herself in the pleasure of her climax, moaning out over and over again as spasms of sensation jolted through her.

  She barely felt the telltale twitching of Ari’s erection buried deep inside of her, and the tension in his body as he came closer and closer to his own orgasm. When she heard Ari moan out, long and low, Eva’s climax intensified, and she rode him as hard and fast as she could, even as she felt the hot, slick gush of his fluids flooding into her.

  Eva fell to the bed at Ari’s side, panting and gasping for breath, trapped in the warm, soothing aftermath of her climax.

  “What am I going to do with myself?”

  “Hmm?”

  Eva rolled her eyes. “I mean—you have work, and this apartment won’t need that much in the way of cleaning. I’ve never really been the housewife type.”

  “You don’t have to be,” Ari told her. “Has it escaped your notice, Eva, that I’m incredibly wealthy?”

  Eva snorted. “That did not escape my notice,” she told him.

  “I will do whatever I need to do to make and keep you happy,” Ari
told her, beginning to caress her once more.

  Eva could feel her desire heating up once more, and knew that it would be only a matter of minutes before they tested the new bed even more aggressively.

  She wasn’t sure what the future would hold, but she knew that whatever happened between the two of them, she wanted to be with him, and he wanted to be with her. They would be able to hold together through just about anything, considering what they had already been through. And Eva knew—even more certainly—that she was never going to be involved in another con job or scheme for the rest of her life.

  The End

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