Spy Games: A Billionaire Bad Boy Heist Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  So I began with a sigh.

  “You’re never going to believe my day today,” were my slow words. “It was like a freakin’ movie.”

  Katrina took a long swig of her wine and leaned back into the couch again.

  “Ooooh, this sounds good. Did you join the mile-high club with a sexy business man?” She stuck out her tongue and wriggled her butt[MJBB13] on the ratty cushion.

  Ha ha.

  “No.” Not yet anyways. “It’s even crazier than that. You have to promise you’ll believe me, because it’s totally out of this world.”

  At that, Katrina sat up, expression solemn. Extending her pinky, we twined our fingers together in solidarity.

  “You got it,” she grinned. “I pinky promise. Now tell me, before I pop,” she commanded, getting comfortable on the sofa again.

  I took a deep breath. This story was a thousand times more scandalous than anything we’d ever heard before. It was ten times worse than the threesome Katrina had with two seventy year-olds last year. Because at least the retirees hadn’t paid her.

  But I was getting paid real well. And shamefully, the money didn’t even matter. Again, I would have done it for free. But did Mr. Evans know? Did he care? Or was I just a naïve girl about to make the biggest mistake of my life? And before I knew it, the story burbled out, complete with Katrina’s gasps and squeals. Yep, I’m a scandalous woman now … and loving every minute.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Thorn

  At least, this time the presentation was right. As I stepped onto the tarmac, my eyes took in the surroundings.

  The plane waiting as always, sleek and white, like a great bird descended from the sky. The gangway stairs were already lowered to a black walkway with Elite Air emblazoned in gold letters. No more ratty red carpet, thank god. And a sleek, onyx sculpture[MJBB14] had been placed on a pedestal next to the stairs.

  Nice touch, folks.

  This presentation was worthy of Elite Air. It was elegant. Refined. None of that shitty faux movie-star stuff.

  Plus, there was a prize waiting inside. Holly. My cock twitched at the thought of finally seeing her glorious body out of that tight little uniform. What did it look like? Visions had kept me up all night.

  Curvy.

  Round.

  Gorgeous.

  The supervisor nodded as I approached. “Good morning, sir.”

  I nodded back, going up the stairs. Odd. Holly wasn’t at the door to say hello. I growled, eyes surveying the scene.

  Because she better be on this plane. Sure, I had a meeting in Charlotte, but it was bullshit. Who cares if those guys shot each other, and then themselves afterwards? What I really wanted was some private time with my girl.

  Striding to my chair, another growl escaped my throat. Where the fuck was she? The smooth leather taunted me, a cruel substitute for soft, womanly flesh. I grunted, getting antsy.

  Creak.

  And suddenly Holly came into view, carrying a cedar wood tray with rolled white towels and silver tongs. Her hips rocked like the swaying of a giant boat. The fresh scent of her lilac perfume and the unmistakable musty[MJBB15] scent of female excitement hit me.

  “Hello, Mr. Evans,” the brunette murmured. “Welcome aboard.”

  Fuck, she’s gorgeous. My pulse thundered in my ears. My cock ached already, stiff and ready.

  She bent slightly, lifting one of the towels with silver tongs and extended it toward me. “Please, have a hot towel to help you refresh and relax before takeoff.”

  I accepted the item, rubbing damp, heated fabric over my hands. Shit. White-shoe service was nice, even better when it was done by a beautiful, creaming woman. I handed it back to her. And as our hands grazed, a blush bloomed in her cheeks.

  But Holly recovered fast.

  “Would you like another, Mr. Evans?” Her breathy voice was soft, the girl even panting a little. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.

  Because this female was incredibly sweet and innocent with that sassy[MJBB16] figure crammed in that stewardess outfit. Shit didn’t get better than this.

  “Please, enjoy the flight,” she murmured, straightening while still holding the tray. That shy smile made my cock pop. “I’ll return once we’re at cruising altitude, Sir.”

  Oh shit, oh shit.

  The “Sir” was what got me.

  The word sounded absolutely right coming from her lips. It’d sound even better when she was tied down and bound up, screaming with ecstasy.

  My balls fucking hurt as the brunette sashayed back down the aisle. Oh shit. I was a goner, and we hadn’t even taken off yet. This was gonna be motherfucking hell until I got into that sweet body.

  The plane taxied down the runway, in line for takeoff. What the fuck was wrong? What was the cause of the delay? Was the president in town again or something? Shit. This fucking sucked.

  I checked my smartwatch and drummed my fingers on the armrest. Finally, the powerful engines roared to life, trembling a bit.

  And then we were off, lifting into the wide blue skies.

  Immediately, my thoughts went to Holly.

  Where was she?

  What was she doing right now?

  Because her responses at our meeting had been charming. Innocent and naïve, but still charming. Oh shit. I was probably with a virgin.

  My dick throbbed at the thought.

  Untouched territory? Holy fuck, that would be amazing. These days, the girls are used by age fourteen, if not earlier. No judgment, I lost my virginity young too.

  But still, virgin status was a treat.

  And after what seemed an eternity, Holly appeared in the aisle once more. This time, she bore a gold tray with a flute of champagne and a small white bowl. Giant breasts bounced in her uniform as she strode toward me. Her lips were full and kissable, slightly glossy under the lights.

  Holy shit.

  Pure temptation right there.

  I leaned backwards in my chair, an emperor on his throne.

  “Sir?” Holly bent down again, extending the tray toward me. “Can I offer you champagne and warm nuts?”

  I grinned, lifting the flute off the tray and taking a sip. Smooth with citrus accents. Velvety yet sharp at once. The alcohol would help me be patient with my newest toy.

  Suspecting nothing, Holly set the bowl of nuts on a small side table at my elbow. And biting her lip, the girl straightened again, all the while holding the tray against her body, just under those magnificent breasts.

  “Sir, is there anything else I can get you?” she breathed.

  Why yes, sweetheart. Funny you’d ask.

  I waved my hand for her to come closer.

  The brunette looked about, her body trembling as she slid the tray onto an empty chair. And slowly, that plump form crouched so that her mouth was right about shoulder level with me.

  Absolutely perfect.

  “So, sweetheart, before we begin your first lesson,” I growled, taking a last sip of my champagne before settling it into the cupholder. “Any final thoughts?”

  Holly took a deep breath, her breasts shuddering. But that dulcet gaze grew firm with resolve, and even confidence. “No, Mr. Evans. I’m ready.”

  “Good,” was my grunt.

  But them her eyes darted away.

  “Sir,” she said in a soft voice. “I’m sorry, one last thing. I just want to make sure we use a condom? I’m not on the pill.”

  My mind screeched to a halt. What the fuck? My big form jerked upright with disbelief.

  “Helena didn’t get you started on birth control?[MJBB17]”

  Holly shook her head, her eyes downcast. Her lips puckered. “Well, sort of. I’m scheduled to see the doctor next week, so it’s going to happen. But we were too rushed for this flight. I was only hired recently.”

  What the fuck? Helena, of all the things to screw up[MJBB18]? WTF?

  Because Elite Air stewardesses are required to be on birth control. I made that clear when discussing the criteria with the mid
dle aged woman. I wanted someone plump, curvy, with a nice smile, a pretty face, and who was on birth control.

  What was the point of this otherwise?

  I’m a forty five year old alpha who’s never even been tempted to be married. Marriage is right for some guys, no judgment. It’s just not right for me.

  A woman hanging off my arm for life? Hell no. I’d rather freeze in a block of ice first.

  A passel of rug rats underfoot? Hell no.

  So I nodded tightly, clenching my teeth.

  It wasn’t Holly’s fault. Somehow, we had a breakdown in the process, and this is what happens.

  Fuck.

  What now?

  I wanted to plow her. But no birth control? Aw, shit.

  But there are other ways to do the dirty safely. You don’t get to be my age, with my experience, without knowing a couple tricks.

  My blue eyes seized hers.

  “How about pulling out then? You okay with that sweetheart? There are ways to have fun without birth control,” was my low growl.

  She bit her lip.

  “We can’t use condoms?” came her small voice.

  “No,” was my slow reply, never dropping eye contact. “I’m sorry sweetheart. Condoms just don’t do it for me. The latex? The plastic? That shit always stinks to high heaven. Plus, I need to feel sweet, hot cunt wrapped around my dick. Nothing in between. It’s the only way this is gonna work.”

  And the girl took a deep breath then before looking straight at me.

  “Then okay. I’m okay with it if you are. But you promised Mr. Evans. Pull out before it gets messy because even a drop can get me pregnant,” she said seriously, that beautiful face so sweet.

  Aw, yeah. This was the girl for me. Someone dirty yet open-minded, who liked her cocks bareback. We were good to go.

  My cock twitched as I trailed her shoulder lightly with my finger. The girl’s eyes widened, breathing hard although she didn’t move.

  “Take off your uniform, sweetheart. Let me see those plump curves,” came my growl.

  And without any hesitation, the brunette obeyed. Her body quivered as she pulled away and stood, reaching in back to unzip that navy blue dress. Slowly, the fabric loosened, the neckline bowing it fell away from her chest.

  Oh fuck. This was killing me already.

  But Holly was nowhere near done. She slipped the sleeves off, pulling them down her arms, and finally those tits were revealed.

  Well, almost. Her blue bra had bright sparkles, kind of like a gymnast’s outfit. Really? Weren’t fifteen year olds into glitter? More proof that my girl was young and naive.

  I grinned, wondering if her little panties matched.

  Unaware of my thoughts, Holly shimmied the fabric down her hips, her there was a sticking point when the material hit her butt. Oh yeah, that giant ass was being recalcitrant, forcing the girl to wiggle more. But finally, the material acceded, dropping to her feet.

  Did Holly break into a dance?

  Some sinuous, stripper-type thing?

  Naw.

  My girl is innocent.

  Instead, she stood trembling before me like a started deer. That pale, porcelain skin was creamy and smooth, her eyes wide and just a little dazed.

  But we weren’t done yet. Not even close.

  Because with slow hands, the beautiful brunette reached in back and began unhooking her bra.

  “Am… am I doing okay?” she whispered.

  My cock strained against the fabric of my pants painfully. I leaned back into the chair and shifted my pole with one hand. Fuck, that was a little better, but not a lot.

  But no sense in scaring the poor thing. So instead, I smiled.

  “You’re doing wonderful,” was my drawl. “Keep going, pretty baby.”

  And she nodded, eyes cast down. Finally the clasp released, almost bursting from the strain. Holly lifted the cups away and dropped the bra into the chair, big white melons swinging smoothly.

  Now this is the kind of trophy you buy to celebrate.

  Because they were gorgeous, perfect teardrops, full and lush. Despite their weight[MJBB19], they didn’t sag at all, instead bouncy and ripe.

  Aw fuck. I love the young ones.

  With time, maybe they’d become pendulums. But right now, Holly was untouched and youthful.

  Those tits were mine.

  And she knew too. Because those rosy nipples hardened as I watched, pointing straight at me.

  I had to respond.

  The male animal inside was clawing to get out.

  Slowly, I popped the button on my pants, allowing my straining dick more room. Slowly, slowly. My hand rested on my thigh, unmoving.

  “Go on, sweetheart,” was my throaty rasp. “Show me everything.”

  And slowly, the girl obeyed, hands shaking as she gripped the waistband of her blue panties. Oh shit, these had sparkles too. Frankly, it was refreshing, nubile, and innocent compared to the skanky g-strings I was used to seeing. Holly was girlish and new, instead of a used, aging whore at your service.

  And time slowed then. The fabric inched downwards, making my mind scream. Aw shit, I was gonna pop. I was gonna cream right here, without even touching her.

  But finally, the fabric was off. And at long last, I saw the sweet girl’s most private spot. Creamy white skin, plush lips, and a huge clit glistening in the light.

  Because fuck, she was aroused.

  My little virgin was pulsing and ready, her labia already wet. That’s right, the sweet girl was dripping, she wanted cock so bad.

  Aw shit.

  Because I had a virgin on my hands, sure, but she was whorish as hell.

  Just my type.

  Creaming and wanting it bad.

  But then Holly nearly tripped. From what, I had no idea. Maybe it was the four inch stilettos. Maybe it was from being near me.

  “I’m sorry,” the girl mumbled. Her face was red, curves swinging this way and that.

  “No worries, sweet thing. Come here,” I gestured. “Sit in my lap.”

  And with a smooth gesture, I pulled that curvy frame onto my arousal. Yes, it was still covered in fabric. But she felt it all the same.

  “What?” she gasped, eyes wide, turning to stare at me.

  I bumped my hips up and down a bit for good measure, grinding against that heated cunt.

  “That’s right,” was my raspy reply. “You’re taking this into your pretty pussy soon. Can you handle it, sweetheart? You think you can stretch?”

  Holly literally had no reply, still staring into my eyes. But I felt her body respond. Because her temp went up a million degrees, flushing hotly in my arms.

  And oh shit, but that pussy gushed. That’s right, her sweet little vag pulsed once and then seeped fluid, drenching my cock.

  Oh fuck.

  We were a match made in heaven.

  And before she could get scared, I scooped her up into my arms, striding into the back.

  Time to make use of the private bedroom.

  Hell, this plane had already paid for itself. Totally worth it in my book.

  And without further ado, I tossed Holly onto the bed, eliciting a delicious shriek. Her curves bounced to and fro, that huge ass jiggling.

  And before the brunette could right herself, I did it.

  I snapped cuffs onto her wrists.

  Because yeah, I like things a certain way, especially when it comes to virgins. So I always have a pair with me. Think of it like your phone, or your keys and wallet.

  Necessary.

  Indispensable.

  Especially when you have a lesson to teach.

  “Mr. Evans?” she mewled, looking down in disbelief at her wrists. “What’s this? I don’t get it.”

  I growled, eyes blazing all over that creamy, nude form.

  “What do you think it is?”

  She gasped, still staring at the cuffs.

  “They’re handcuffs,” she stammered. “But why are we using them? I’m here. We’re on a plane. I can’
t get away,” she murmured, turning imploring eyes my way.

  “That’s right,” was my smooth reply. “You can’t get away because we’re soaring five miles in the sky. But I like things a little … ah, how do you say it? A little rough?”

  She gasped.

  “This wasn’t part of the deal,” was her quick retort. “You didn’t tell me this.”

  “I didn’t,” was my agreeable reply. By now, my shirt had slipped off, revealing a bronzed, muscled chest. And slowly, I slid my pants off as well, cock springing to attention.

  The girl gasped, eyes going wide.

  Because shit, the monster is huge. Ten inches at least, pulsing with power and already dripping from the tip.

  Don’t freak out, pretty baby. You’re young, you’ll stretch.

  Don’t be scared. It’ll work, I promise.

  But my little girl is better than that. Because she shifted a little on the bed, and that’s when I saw it. Right under her cunt was a wet spot.

  Not a tiny wet spot.

  A huge, warm one, growing larger as I watched.

  Yeah, my little girl’s spilling hot cream from that pussy, dying for it.

  I chuckled low in my chest.

  “Oh sweetheart. You’re perfect for me. You want cock, bad, don’t you? And my cock is the one that’s gonna make you scream.”

  The brunette nodded, still staring.

  “But how?” she whispered, unable to tear her eyes away. “You’re so big, and I’m small down there,” she confessed. “I can’t even get a tampon in sometimes.”

  My grin was wolfish.

  “Sweetheart, that’s why we need the cuffs. Because I’m gonna tie them like this,” I said, lifting her hands over her head, so close that my cock practically brushed her face. “And fasten them like so. And this way, you can’t get away as your pussy takes the stretch.”

  Because now, Holly was spread out on the bed, arms over her head, chained to the big mattress. That’s right. I’m a motherfucker when it comes to ties and knots. And I always have some tools at hand.