Con Man: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

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by Amy Brent


  And that damn fluttering sensation returned.

  The truth of the matter was I was grateful for everything L had done for me. He was mentoring me in ways I’d never receive at any other real estate business. He was a hell of a businessman, and to be admired when it came to how he scored the best deals, and he was a fucking great boss. He had built a multibillion dollar company from the ground up with nothing but a warehouse he purchased and $50,000 investment, and here he was living the life every single one of us could only dream of.

  He was the American success story, and he did it in an industry that rarely saw the type of success he enjoyed.

  And, to top it all off, he was a wonderful person. I laid there, staring at him, and I thought about all the great conversations we had in Helsinki. Even after our mind-blowing sex, the witty banter was still there, and it was nice to talk with someone who had the mental wherewithal to keep up with the shit I could throw out. I had enjoyed making him laugh in that stuck up restaurant he took me to in Finland. He was a proud man and I enjoyed taking him down a peg whenever I could.

  He seemed to enjoy the banter we had going on as well, which didn’t hurt things much.

  But his dick. My God, the man could wield that thick piece of heaven in bed any way you wanted him to. You want it sideways? You got it sideways. You wanna be pressed up against the wall and fucked off your feet? His strong arms have got you. You wanna be on your back with your legs spread to the ceiling while you rake your fingertips down his back? He’ll growl in your ear just for good measure.

  The man knew what the fuck he was doing in bed, and no man that ever came after him had any hopes of measuring up.

  Ellison James had forever set the standard in my life—for how men were supposed to talk, look, dress, carry themselves, and perform in bed. And from that moment forward, I was doomed.

  I would never find another man like L, and when things finally ended between us—because they obviously had to—I was fucked.

  Truly and royally fucked.

  “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” he asked.

  “The usual,” I said. “Work, building codes, progress in the company, that dick of yours.”

  “Oh, really?” he asked. “That last topic seems of particular interest.”

  “Oh, it does, does it?” I asked, as he climbed back on top of me.

  “It does. I think I’d like to hear more about it,” he said.

  “Oh, you wanna hear how big I think your cock is?” I asked.

  “Mhm.”

  “Or how amazing you are at wielding that thing around?” I asked.

  “Mhm.”

  “Or how wonderful it feels when it dives deep into my pussy?”

  “Oh yes, definitely that,” he said, groaning into the crook of my neck.

  And just like that my legs slid open to accommodate his dick; that currently throbbed at the entrance to my pussy.

  So long as this happened, I would never deny L what he wanted, because the truth of the matter was that I wanted it just as much as he did.

  No matter the cost, to my career—or my heart.

  Chapter 15

  Ellison

  I wanted to plan something special for Charlie. Our encounter at the hotel went off without a hitch, and the rest of the week was spent wondering how the hell I could spoil her more. Just the introduction of food made her want to gobble me whole, and even Michael noticed a change in my demeanor. He kept telling me I had a brighter smirk on my face and that, if I wasn’t careful, I’d end up having to groom two sharks instead of one, because I’d gone soft on him.

  I never went soft on anyone. Not in business, not in friendships, and certainly not in the bedroom.

  Even though I’d booked the hotel suite for the whole night, Charlie didn’t stay. Part of me understood why, but part of me knew it was a waste. She was probably worried people would see us coming out the next morning, so the hotel sat empty while we ventured back to our humble abodes. All night, I kept wondering what the hell I could’ve done to get her to stay. What could I have said that would have convinced her to lay in my arms all night long?

  I could have woken her up with my dick between her legs or my tongue lapping up her pussy. I could have carried her into a hot shower, or put my dick between her lips, or pressed her against the bed while I came on her stomach. So many things I could have introduced her to, if only she’d stayed over that one evening.

  I figured all I had to do was remove the risk of us getting caught.

  The idea of spoiling her was also nice. Even after she made fun of that dinner I took her to, I still wanted to do nice things for her. I saw the way she looked around the hotel suite when she entered, and I was addicted to that cute little surprised look that crinkled her freckles. No one had ever done this for her before. No one had given her things she couldn’t give herself. Maybe it was because she didn’t ask to be spoiled, or maybe it was because she made fun of those who expected to be spoiled on a regular basis.

  But, there was something that pulled at my cock. Something about exposing her to things she’d never been exposed kept me railing for more. Her simple, down to earth demeanor juxtaposed all the gold diggers I’d ended up with over the years, and I knew she would appreciate what I had to offer. Just a simple hotel room that cost me nothing but the change in my pocket made her eyes glimmer.

  I wanted to see her eyes glimmer again—just like that, and for as long as I could get them to.

  I knew I was treading in rough territory. From the moment I slid into her deep, dark warmth a few days ago, I felt my entire body cave to her. She molded to me in a way no woman ever had, and she had no issues knocking me off my pompous pedestal with her blatant banter. She wasn’t trying to impress me or justify her worth in my life, nor was she constantly clamoring for my wallet or my checkbook.

  She was just her, and I was addicted to every part of it.

  But, that didn’t matter. This was a short-term affair I was going to ride out until her pussy got loose around my cock. My company wouldn’t thrive with a secret affair going on, and I’d worked too hard to get to where I was today without having some woman come in and destroy it all, not matter how much I liked her tits. I’d fuck her out of my system, and we’d part ways like we agreed. Then I’d move on to growing my company into the monopoly I knew it could be.

  It was the perfect plan, and I needed to stop thinking about it.

  It would hurt. I knew it would. Every single time she came into my office I wanted to reach out for her. I wanted to lock the door, press her against the wall, and slowly savor every inch of her. All these other women were just fun little fuck toys, until they showed their character, wanting a new car or a diamond necklace. They were of the sort of pussies I could find anywhere.

  But not Charlie. She was one-of-a-kind, and seeing her around this office after the affair was over would hurt.

  Until then, however, that didn’t mean I couldn’t do everything I’d ever wanted to do, and best of all, for a woman that appreciated it.

  I reached for my phone on the bedside table and called up my pilot. I needed to go ahead and book the flight to the Bahamas for this weekend, especially if I was going to be taking Charlie with me. I’d have to arrange it so that it looked like a business trip—easy enough, given my new project—in order to make sure no red flags flew when I gave Charlie’s name for the manifest. I talked with the pilot for a bit and told him I wanted to be up in the air as soon as possible.

  Then, I called Charlie on her burner phone.

  “Hello?” she asked.

  “It’s me,” I said. “Don’t talk, just listen. My private jet’s leaving in two hours for the Bahamas. I’ll send a car for you in 45 minutes. Bring your tiniest bikini and a couple beach outfits. Everything else will be provided.”

  “Okay,” she said.

  I hung up the phone and started getting dressed while I called a property called Beach Bungalow Babies. It was a tired name, and one that wouldn’t be easy t
o outdo as their future competition, but what they specialized in were private luxury bungalows. They had miniature bars, room service, ocean views and walk outs right to the beach. Plus beautiful towels and hot tubs that overlooked the ocean sunsets, and they would even stock clothes for you in the closets if you asked.

  But, I wasn’t planning on us needing clothes.

  I packed a small bag and headed for the airport before I sent the car to go get Charlie. The pilot greeted me and shot me a few questions on how things were going, which I answered accurately enough with answers I’d rehearsed on the way there. I was anxious for our romantic weekend getaway, and I couldn’t wait to see the look on Charlie’s face when she saw the bungalow I’d rented for us.

  When Charlie made her way onto the plane, all I did was nod at her. I wanted to be in the air and out of sight before I put my hands on her. We finally reached cruising altitude and I looked over at her, but she was sound asleep in her chair with her head up against the window.

  The light snores I could hear even over the sound of the plane made me grin.

  When we landed, I hustled us off the plane. I told the pilot to enjoy his time here, and that his trip would be paid for because I would need him on standby. I hailed a car to take us to the bungalow, and then we were off.

  The sun was shining and the palm trees were blowing in the breeze. Neither of us had said a word to one another during the entire trip, and for a split second I actually doubted myself. Had I made the right decision? Was she simply waiting for me to make the first move? I was Ellison James, for fuck’s sake, since when did I question my own decisions?

  But, I was questioning this one, and that was a first for me.

  “Stay here, Charlie. I’m gonna go check us in,” I said.

  “I’ll be right here,” she said.

  I wanted to reach over and kiss her. I wanted to pull her into my lap and show her just how happy I was to be here with her in this tropical paradise. The water was clear as crystal and the humidity would plant beads of sweat in all the places I wanted to lick on her.

  But, I settled for stepping out of the car and checking us in before I had the driver pull us up to the bungalow.

  Helping Charlie out of the car, I waved the driver off, then heard her gasp behind me while I watched the car fade into the background. I wanted to make sure we were completely alone before I turned around to see her, because I knew when I did I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her.

  I’d waited long enough.

  “Holy shit, L,” she said, sounding a bit out of breath.

  “You like it?” I asked, turning around.

  Her bag had dropped to her side and her jaw was unhinged in surprise. The water lapped at the edge of the shore while the dock heading to the bungalow glowed with its wooden shine. The see-through shirt she had on, along with the shorts she had donned boasted of the thin string bikini she had on underneath her clothes, and I felt my cock twitch to life. I reached my hands out and smoothed them around her waist, planting warm kisses in the crook of her neck while she trembled in shock and anticipation.

  “This was too much,” she said. “You really shouldn’t have done this.”

  “Oh, but I should have,” I said, nipping at her neck.

  She turned her head, exposing her neck for me while the wind kicked up around us, and her hair blew sweetly into my face while the water continued to knock up against the legs of the bungalow. For the next couple of nights, I would fall asleep with her in my arms, while we listened to the beautiful sounds of the ocean breeze, and I nuzzled deep into her skin.

  “What should we do first?” I asked.

  “Well, I didn’t put on this bikini for nothing,” she said, smirking. “Let’s go swimming.”

  We picked up our things and made our way into the bungalow, where the sparkle of awe that hit her eyes made me smile. She looked around at the decadent snacks and drinks that had been put there at my request, and she ran and dove for the bed as I dropped our bags into the corner.

  “You like?” I asked.

  “Uh-oh, L. This bed shouldn’t be this comfortable. You won’t get laid if all I wanna do is sleep on it.”

  “Oh, I don’t mind putting in the work.”

  I dove on top of her and caught her lips with mine. The way her hands raked through my hair caused a low groan to peel from my throat. Her legs parted, openly accepting my body, and my tongue slid across the roof of her mouth while her hips rolled into mine.

  “Nuh-uh-uh. The lady wants to swim first,” I said teasingly.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Later,” I said. “Right now, I wanna see what you’ve got on underneath these thin pieces of fabric you call clothes.”

  I watched her climb off the bed and strip for me. The pathetic pieces of fabric fell to the floor, revealing a milky-smooth body sprinkled with light brown freckles. Her thick thighs were covered in nothing but a string and two triangles that hid just enough of her to make me salivate, and her beautiful tits overflowed the tiny triangles mashed against her nipples. The dark green suit brought out the fierceness of her eyes, and she did a small turn for me, knowing exactly the reaction she was getting.

  “Sure you wanna swim?” she asked.

  “I promise, it’ll be worth the wait,” I said breathlessly.

  “Lies,” she said, winking.

  She pulled me from the bed and ripped my shirt off before she dragged me to the beach. Our legs got covered with sand as we ran up and down the beach, my hands reaching for her while we twirled and were crushed by the waves. She dove under the ocean current, always having to shift around her bathing suit when she came up, but every single time the water trickled over her skin it revealed a new beauty about her I’d never seen before.

  But, her squeal ripped me from my thoughts, and I saw her pointing over to a coral ridge.

  “L! L! Look!”

  I watched her swim out to the coral reef and I darted into the water after her. I had no idea what that current was going to do to her, nor did I know how deep the water was, and there was a part of me that allowed a fear I’d never experienced to trickle on in. I huffed and puffed, pushing my body to its limits just so I could catch up with her, but the farther we got out the more stable the water became.

  And I realized what she was looking at.

  “Sea turtles,” she said, smiling.

  There were a bunch of sea turtles of all shapes and sizes basking in the Bahama sun while the babies dipped in and out of the water. Her eyes lit up at the sight, oo-ing and ah-ing over how cute the turtles looked, but all I could do was tread water and keep my eyes hooked on her.

  Never in my life had I ever seen a woman so entranced with the sight of animals before, and never had I experienced a woman who was so eager to push back what I was so willing to give her.

  “Do you see them, L?” she asked.

  “I do,” I said.

  “No, no, no— you’re not looking,” she said. “Look! It’s the most beautiful thing you’ll see while we’re here.”

  “I highly doubt that,” I said.

  She turned her gaze to me and, for the first time since we had gotten here, she really looked at me. I saw the excitement coupled with the fear of us getting caught, and I took her hand and brought her body next to mine. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding onto me close while we bobbed up and down in the water, and my lips found her ear in an attempt to soothe her fears.

  “No one will find us, Charlie. That’s why I brought us here.”

  All at once, her body gave way to mine. She rested her head on my shoulder while our bodies relaxed in the crystal clear ocean, and we treaded water slowly back to the shore until my feet could touch the bottom of the ocean’s floor again. We moved to the slow and rhythmic undulation of the waves, the water ebbing and flowing while we simply marveled at its motion. I could feel her breathing settle out against my chest while her pulse point beat solidly against my shoulder.

  I tur
ned my lips into her hair and planted a long, soft kiss against her head, and feeling her smiling against my skin prompted me to tighten my grip around her.

  “I’ve never been in a place so beautiful before,” she said.

  “I’ll have to take you to see many more,” I said.

  “Until this ends, right?” she asked.

  A small pang of hurt wafted through my chest and I involuntarily clenched my arms down around her. I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t whisk her to the Bahamas just to think about the future. The only thing I wanted to do was correct what was wrong the first time.

  I didn’t want her to leave.

  “Until this ends,” I said.

  Chapter 16

  Charlie

  This trip L had brought me on was absolutely incredible. I’d never seen water so clear and had no idea seafood could taste this fresh or outstanding without massive amounts of seasoning. Sure, Miami had good seafood, but it was covered in butters, sauces and seasonings. All you can eat buffets trickled along the coastline, boasting of mediocre seafood they could pump into you by the pound for fifty bucks a plate.

  But the decadent foods I was having here would forever taint the meals I ate in Miami.

 

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