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

paused for a moment, his eyes flicking up to me to see if it was alright. I nodded that I was ready – more than ready – and he moved his hips towards me.
    That same pressure and pleasure started up again almost as soon as he pushed forward. All the air rushed from my lungs, and for a moment, all I could do was breathe as he fully sheathed himself. It had definitely been too long, and he wasn't small. He moved slowly a few times, testing out how my body responded to him. It wasn’t until I placed both hands on his back and pulled him to me greedily that he began thrusting into me with more power.
    “Cameron,” I hissed his name.
    Time seemed to slow, to narrow down to just the two of us, as if nothing else existed. Just flesh on flesh, pleasure on pleasure. No criminals, no work, no responsibilities. No need for future promises. Just us.
    My climax rushed towards me yet again, and he seemed to sense it. He cupped one of my breasts, caressing it while one of his fingers played with my sensitive nipple. I let out a mewl despite myself, writhing up against him. I'd always been responsive, but this was all him. He'd never be at a loss for partners.
    “Oh god, I think I’m going to…!” I trailed off, unable to complete the thought.
    His rhythm stuttered, and I knew he was as close as me. Almost frenzied, he drove into me with everything he had. I raised up to meet him, hips slamming into hips. I was faintly aware of my cries of pleasure bouncing off the thin walls, but I just couldn’t bring myself to care. Meeting my neighbors for the next few days might be a bit awkward, but it'd be worth it.
    Finally, the moment came. Or rather, we both did. I went first, nails on his broad back, my legs high in the air, and he quickly followed. We rode through the pleasure together before collapsing onto the bed, both breathless.
    I slowly floated down from the high, concentrating on the sound of my breathing, the rush of blood in my ears. Neither of us spoke, and for that I was grateful. Right now, I just wanted to enjoy the moment.
    My situation hadn’t really changed, but I felt like I'd at least have a clearer head about me tomorrow.

Chapter Eleven

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    M y fists clenched as I watched Karis lean over the bar to order another drink. It wasn’t fair for her to look so delicious in that barely-there skirt and tight shirt. It was miles apart from the business suits I'd spied her in before, and, holy hell, that woman had legs for days. I wanted nothing more than to sweep downstairs with my typical dramatic flair and pull her out onto the dance floor, not taking no for an answer.
    I could just imagine the surprised expression when she recognized me, an eyebrow that would raise in some wordless challenge. My confidence as a child wasn't even close to what it was now, but I'd had enough of it that she'd called me on my bullshit more than once.
    I thought back to when she'd suddenly shot up, towering over all of the boys, even me. She'd been so self-conscious about her long limbs at the time, but I distinctly remembered thinking that she looked beautiful. It seemed like the beautiful part was the same, but the confidence part had definitely changed for the better.
    Or maybe “better” wasn’t the correct word. My nostalgia faded when I saw a guy slither up to her. Sure, he was tall with a thick head of hair, and fairly well dressed, but he looked like a total sleaze. As someone who routinely rubbed shoulders with sleazy guys, I considered myself an expert – if not one myself.
    I watched from my view on the second floor of the club. I knew I was being an idiot by risking being out in the open, in the same place as the FBI agent who was investigating me just happened to be, but I couldn’t help myself.
    I'd been right about my new grift occupying my mind, but now that my next step involved waiting around until Monday to contact Leticia, I didn’t have much to distract myself from the possibility of seeing Karis again.
    With