Free Con Man: Complete Series Box Set: A Bad Boy Romance by M. S. Parker

condescension on his face, I knew I'd picked a good one. I could let myself go with him and not have to worry about any messy strings or follow-up. We were definitely on the same page, and that was a good place to be.
    As we headed for the door, I reached back to take his hand and had a sudden flash of memory. A different hand in mine, smaller, younger. Fingers threaded between mine. Warmth and strength. Even after we'd gotten older and knew how other people would see the gesture, Bron had never stopped reaching for my hand. Not until he'd vanished.
    I pushed the thought from my head. I wasn't with Bron. I'd never been with Bron in that way. And I never would be. Whoever Bron was now wasn't someone I could even consider being with. No matter what I decided to do, that fact wouldn't change.
    We weren't on the same side anymore.

Chapter Ten

Karis
    W e barreled through my door like a couple of high school kids rushing to get done before our parents got home. I was all for that. I didn't want love-making. I wanted to fuck.
    Our mouths moved fervently against each other in a fierce and desperate sort of dance while his hands were all over me, over and under my shirt, down over my ass. Caressing my sides, sliding down my spine, grabbing a hold of my ass and pulling me flush to him. I was breathless, and giddy, and entirely into the moment.
    I kicked the door shut before we could give my neighbors something interesting to talk about.
    Then his warm, deft fingers were pulling my shirt up and over my head. I raised my arms, tilting my head back with a trill of happy laughter. I deserved this.
    Oh yes, I deserved this.
    My hands were busy too, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity. I yanked his shirt over his head before he could kiss me again. Damn, he was built just like I'd imagined. I ran my hands over his chest, then slowly slid them down to tug at the waistband of his jeans.
    He pushed my hands away, his eyes darkened to near-black. He stepped toward me, backing me against the wall. His capable fingers traced along the lacy edges of my bra, found a nipple through the thin fabric, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
    My breath left my mouth in a gasp, and I arched my back, pushing my breast into his hand. He smiled down at me, a few inches taller than me now that my heels were off. He moved his thumb over my nipple, and it hardened. He had a good touch, and I couldn't wait to feel more, skin against skin.
    I gave him a heated look and deftly began unbuckling the inconvenient barrier to my Friday night prize.
    “Don’t worry,” I whispered, leaning forward to let my lips just barely brush against his ear. “I’m an excellent host.”
    I tossed his belt to the side and set about unbuttoning, then unzipping his jeans. I could tell he was struggling to keep his breath steady, but I could practically smell his desire thick in the air. Once I had my way with his troublesome pants, I reached in and pulled him from his boxers, pushing the waist lower on his hips.
    I wasn’t disappointed. I wrapped my fingers around him, loving the feel and weight of him. He groaned as I gave him a gentle squeeze. He was a little over average in length, but thick. I ran my hand from the top down to the very bottom, my fingers barely touching when I reached the base.
    My pussy clenched at the thought of what he'd feel like inside me.
    “Anything I should know before we take this any further?”
    “No,” he ground out. “I'm clean.”
    I wasn't going to take his word for it when we got down to fucking, but for what I wanted to do next, I'd take the minimal risk if it meant I didn't have the taste of latex in my mouth.
    “We're using a condom later,” I said, just to make sure we were clear.
    He nodded, swallowing hard as I sank to my knees. I glanced up at him with a smile, then leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the tip of him. He swore, the sound breaking off in a strangled sound when I took more of him.
    “Fuck,” he whispered