by Amy Brent
I sent the picture I’d taken of the two of them and waited for Destiny’s reaction. I heard some clicking over the phone before Destiny let out a gasp, and that was when I knew I’d done well. Granted, I wasn’t going to tell Destiny I’d known him, much less slept with him. It wasn’t any of Destiny’s damn business when it came to how I ran my investigative services or how I got the information I did.
All that mattered was the tears of joy I could hear in Destiny’s voice when I got back on the phone.
“Oh, my gosh. You found him. He doesn’t. . . he didn’t look like that, but that’s him. Those eyes. They weren’t blue. They were gray like yours. But I’ll never forget that cute little mischievous glint behind him. What else do you have?”
They were gray like yours.
I had no idea why that phrase hit me as hard as it did, but it knocked the wind from my lungs.
“Gray like mine?” I asked.
“Yeah. That’s what they reminded me of the first time I ever met him. He had eyes the color of yours. What’s his real name?”
“Wesley Wilton,” I said.
“So, the Wesley Fox on the card is wrong, too.”
“Yes,” I said. “Apparently, Mr. Wilton had a bad relationship with his mother and wanted to get as far away from her as he could. So, he changed his name. It’s legally Wesley Fox, but it wasn’t always that way.”
“Poor guy,” Destiny said. “I bet he needs a hug.”
“Stay with me. Remember the money he took?”
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Right. That bastard. What else you got?”
“His address, his cell phone number, and proof that he works at the place regularly that was on his card. I’ve got all I need to track everything down on him. I’m taking the picture I just sent you and funneling it through my software. I’ve set it to pull any image of a face that fits a ninety-five percent match of him, disregarding physical features. If we’re gonna drag him through the mud, we’re gonna do it with all the women he’s done this to.”
“You don’t think this is the first time?” Destiny asked.
“He was too professional when he did this to you. Being around him has only confirmed my initial theory. He’s a con man. He’s luring women he knows has money. He’s using fake names, fake careers, and fake outward appearances to manipulate them into trusting him, and then he strikes when they’re at their weakest and takes what he can get his hands on.”
“I can’t believe I let someone like that in my home,” she said. “My kid lives here!”
“And that’s why we’re gonna nail him. I’ve got him in a con of my own right now.”
“Giving him a dose of his own medicine,” she said. “That’s good. What’re you doing? Posing as a sly little rich girl and enticing him into bed?”
I swallowed thickly at her statement. I wasn’t ever sleeping with Wesley again. This needed to be a professional thing. Destiny had just backed me into a corner where I now had to lie to her, and that wasn’t going to become a habit of mine. I wasn’t going to start lying to the people who hired me. They deserved my decorum and my professionalism, especially for the rates I charged.
I’d stop lying to them after I told this one.
“Not exactly,” I said. “I’m posing as a real estate investor and developer. Mr. Fox has a piece of split property right against the ocean on a strip he’s apparently been trying to sell. I’m about to go over to his place to sign the contract of purchase. It’ll give me a chance to scope out his home and take a few pictures before I come back and check on the software. We’re close, Destiny. Just hang on a bit longer.”
“Get him, Olivia,” she said. “Nail his balls to the wall.”
I hung up the phone before I raced around to get ready. I didn’t have time to piece myself together professionally, so I pulled on a summer dress before throwing a light cardigan around my shoulders. I slipped into some flip-flops before I twisted my hair up into a bun, then I grabbed my purse and headed for my car.
“I will not sleep with Wesley. I will not sleep with Wesley. I will not sleep with Wesley.”
All the way to his home, I chanted to myself. I kept reminding myself of the lie I just had to tell a client and how guilty it made me feel. I kept reminding myself that this wasn’t the guy I’d dated in high school. This wasn’t the little boy who had a pained relationship with his drunken mother. This was a man who had blossomed into one of the best liars in Malibu. He took women for their money without any regard for how they felt about him in the process, and then he left them high and dry after robbing their fucking purses.
I white-knuckled my steering wheel all the way to his home.
When I pulled in, I noticed the lack of cars in the driveway. For a moment, I considered calling him to make sure I had the right place. But Wesley stepped out onto his balcony and waved at me, so I knew I was where I needed to be.
The question was, where was everyone else?
I got out of my car and headed to the side door before I slid it open and stepped in. Wesley was coming down the stairs just as I rounded the corner, and he smiled before he ushered me into the kitchen.
“My lawyer dropped these off about an hour ago.”
He slid the documents toward me as I slowly maneuvered in front of him. If I could keep the kitchen island between us, I could keep this professional. There was no reason for him to be any closer than he was, but I was painfully aware of his fierce, prying stare on my face.
“I figured your lawyer would be here to witness all this,” I said.
“She’ll come by later and do it. She’s a busy woman.”
“It’s usually not legal to sign papers without the witness here to, well, witness.”
“She assured me it would be all right,” he said. “If it makes you feel better, I could film us signing the documents.”
I looked up at him slowly and saw the sly grin spreading across his face. I leaned heavily into the kitchen island, trying to keep my balance while muscle memories of his pulsing body against mine tried to push to the forefront of my mind. I threw my gaze back to the documents, reading over the gibberish while I tried to look like I knew what I was reading. I clocked the two-hundred thousand dollars, along with the two percent he bargained for with the resort, and I felt good enough about the documents sitting in front of me.
After all, once I nailed him to the wall, these wouldn’t even matter anyway.
“Do you have a pen?” I asked.
“Of course.”
I held out my hand so Wesley could place a pen between my fingers, and his skin lightly grazed mine. A spark flew between us, ripping both our hands back before we shook out the static shock. Wesley was snickering, and I couldn’t help but giggle. Of all the times in all the places for something like that to happen, for some damn spark to fly to set my breasts puckering again, it had to be now.
“Well, aren’t you going to sign?” Wesley asked.
I scribbled my signature onto the sheets of paper and dated them before I set the pen down. I pushed the papers toward him, wanting nothing more than to be free of his home. But the moment he set his hand down on top of mine, I felt the last of my resolve melt away. My eyes watched his hand, his fingertips slowly drawing circles upon my skin, and that was when I felt it.
That telltale flush beginning to creep up the back of my neck.
“You know you’re supposed to take that with you,” he said. “Have it notarized and checked on your end before someone witnesses it.”
“I thought you said the lawyer was coming by later on to witness the documents?” I asked.
“You’re slipping, Miss Hart.”
It was the way his voice said it that sent a shiver of panic up my spine. In the moment, I’d completely forgotten the etiquette that came with signing documents. I wasn’t actually supposed to sign them, I was merely supposed to take them with me and look them over before we both met up again to sign. I took deep breaths, trying to find a way out of the corner he�
�d backed me into. I tried to find some rationale, some way to turn this back around on him.
He had been testing me, and I had failed.
“Are you feeling all right?” he asked. “You look a little flushed.”
“I don’t appreciate the games you’re playing with me, Mr. Fox,” I said. “I looked over the paperwork, I signed the documents showing you my good faith in this deal, I slid them over to you so you could see the truth of my signature, and I was ready to trust you with the witnessing. Did you not think I was going to call your bluff?”
“What bluff?” he asked.
“About your supposed lawyer coming by in an hour to look all this over. I had no intentions of simply handing this paperwork over to you. I would’ve been back to your place by lunchtime had you not wanted to meet up to return the paperwork to me. It had to be processed on my end, Mr. Fox. This is how real estate works. Either party can draw up the paperwork, but it has to be notarized and processed by the real estate professional. That would be me.”
I reached for the papers and plucked them from Wesley’s grasp. I was keenly aware of the fact that he was studying me, and I knew I had to get out of there. I could play the angle that I trusted him and no longer felt I could, which would bring every single ball and put them back into my court.
Now, I simply had to leave.
“If your lawyer wants to witness this information, I can sit down with him. You’ve done your part, Mr. Fox. Now, you sit back and wait.”
I turned to head for the door, but I felt a slight pressure on my arm. Wesley whipped me around, pulling my body into his as the papers went sailing to the floor. I could feel his throbbing cock resting against my leg just before his arms cloaked my back, and in an instant, my nipples puckered against the strength of his body.
“I can’t wait for you any longer, Olive,” he said.
I looked into his eyes while his heart hammered against my body. I slid my hands up his chest, feeling every divot of every muscle his body had to afford me. I slid my hands around his neck, feeling his palms slowly meander toward my ass, and that was when it happened.
That was when I popped.
My lips flew up to his while his arms pulled me closer. My cardigan was ripped from my body before the straps fell down my arms, and before I knew it, I was standing in nothing but my underwear. My hands flew to his pants, desperately tugging them down his legs just so I could feel more of him. Our kiss was sloppy and wet, painting each other’s necks and cheeks in our wanton drippings as clothes went falling to the floor.
By the time Wesley sank me to the couch, the two of us were clad in nothing but our skin. The sunshine that filtered through the window bounced off our bodies and heated our skin, adding to the furious pleasure of the entire situation. Soon, all stories faded from my mind. No longer was I there to take pictures of his home, and no longer was I there to case out where he lived to get a better sense of him.
Now, all I was doing was feeling his addicting skin against mine while his lips dragged down my tits.
Chapter 11
Wesley
I wrapped my lips around her pert little nipple as she rolled her hips into me. My hands ran down her legs, feeling every inch of Olivia before my hands parted her thighs. Olivia wrapped her hands into the tendrils of my hair, pressing my face deeper into her tits as I smirked. She was begging me with her entire body, giving way to me in ways I would’ve never thought possible.
My tongue circled her nipple, pulling it to its drastic peak before I clamped down with my teeth. Olivia moaned in ecstasy, shaking as I pulled her nipple with my mouth before releasing it with a pop. My tongue raked over to her other breast, watching her skin flush underneath every single movement I made. My fingertips danced along her dripping pussy folds, taking in the heat radiating from her body before I slowly began to explore.
“Wesley. Fuck, yes.”
I descended my lips back to her other nipple while my fingers explored her silken layers. Her juices were slowly dripping down her body, flooding my fingertips before I slowly inched them into her body. Her legs parted wider for me, spreading her body all along my couch just before her hips began to buck into my hand.
My lips pulled her nipple between my teeth, her body shuddering as I slipped my fingers out from within her.
“No, no, no, no,” she whispered. “Please. Go back.”
My lips peppered kisses up her skin before I captured her lips. My wet fingers dragged along her slit, finding Olivia’s beautifully swollen clit as she gasped with excitement. My tongue dipped into her mouth, raking across the roof of it before my fingertips worked their magic. With every stroke against her soft clit, her body jumped for my viewing pleasure. Her body sang out for me, gushing with fluids I wanted to cover my body in just so I could remember this very moment.
This moment where the sunlight was streaming through my window, catching glimpses of my high school sweetheart writhing on my couch cushions.
Faster and faster, I stroked, shaking her body and pulling from her moans that vibrated my ribcage. Olivia’s fingertips sunk deep into the meat of my back, her body pulling me down on top of her while her hips bucked wildly into my hand. I drew patches of her skin between my teeth, marking her and massaging her with my tongue while her body jumped at my every stroke and movement.
Then, I slipped my fingers quickly inside her dripping pussy and crooked them just right.
“Yes! Fuck! Oh, shit.”
Her body caved, and her pussy began to clamp around my fingers. I reared back, watching Olivia’s body contract and convulse with the pleasure I was giving her. My eyes devoured her sweat-ridden body, watching how the rays of the sun bounced off the glistening trails of sweat dripping down her tits. My cock raged with desperate need, dripping streams of precome from the tip of my dick as they landed on her thighs.
Her back flopped down to the couch while her chest heaved for air. I watched her breasts move with every breath, memorizing her body before I grabbed her legs. She felt like Jell-O in the palms of my hands. Like every bone in her body had evaporated and turned to atoms of dust. Her eyes fluttered open while she watched me maneuver myself between her legs, and that was when she bit down on her lower lip.
“My turn,” I said.
I grabbed the base of my dick and slowly slid into Olivia’s swollen pussy. Her back arched, and her jaw unhinged in a deep-throated moan. I bottomed out my hips into hers, throwing her legs over my shoulders before I bent her over in half. I loved this position. I loved rendering the women I fucked speechless while taking away their movements. I could thrust as deep as I wanted into her body while she shook around my cock, and it never ceased to amaze me how easily women came from this exact position.
I smirked as I watched Olivia’s eyes widen with pleasure. I slicked my cock with her juices before I started my slapping thrusts, feeling my balls bounce along Olivia’s rounded ass. Her tits smacked her chin while her hands dug into my thighs, and I leaned forward to capture her lips in a wet, sloppy kiss.
My thrusts were so desperate and heavy that Olivia’s pussy juices sprayed all over my hips. I slammed into her time and time again, pulling groans and gasps of pleasure from deep within her throat. Her warmth wrapped around me while her pussy spilled fluids down my cock, and with every single drop that covered my balls, I slammed into her that much faster.
“Olivia. Fuck. Holy hell, the things you do to me. Your pussy’s absolutely amazing.”
The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room as my cock pulsed between Olivia’s throbbing walls. I could feel myself approaching my end, my balls pulling up into my body while Olivia laid there helpless. Her choked moans and breathy gasps accompanied the shaking of her body, and I knew if I could survive a few more thrusts, she would be thrown over the edge again.
Her nails dug so far into my thighs, I thought she would break the skin, so I focused on the pain in order to control my own orgasm. I pushed myself deep into her body, allowing her legs to sl
ide from my shoulders just as her orgasm overtook her body again.
“Yes! Holy shit!”
Her hands fell from my thighs, and I could feel the throbbing of their inflicted pain ricochet up to my hips. My dick was deep within her as sweat dripped from my brow onto her body. Every single dip of her soft, supple skin called to me. I wanted to cover every part of her. I wanted to salivate over every divot and press my cock into every opening. I wanted to peel her layers back. I wanted to figure out why the hell I was uncontrollable when it came to her.
Olivia. Her body.
My eyes connected with hers while her body slowly dropped from its pleasurable peak. The couch cushion was soaked with her juices, and I gazed at the way her pussy was still clenching down onto my cock. I tried to slide from between her pussy folds but felt Olivia’s legs close down around me, and suddenly, I felt a rush of air before my back hit the arm of the couch.
The look in Olivia’s eyes before she rolled her hips on top of me was enough to make my cock leak right into her body. Her legs straddled my lap, and her knees settled on either side of me into the couch. Her body was flushed a crimson red I’d only ever seen in my dreams, and her eyes fluttered all along my body, drinking me in. I could smell her pussy juices wafting up my nose, slathering my body while her pussy greedily sucked my dick deeper into her body.
