Taken by the Con

Author:C.J. Miller [Miller, C.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780373279081
Google: cgOpBAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00O94W4FC
Barnesnoble: B00O94W4FC
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-01-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

“How exactly will we do this?” Lucia asked, pressing her mouth close to Cash’s ear.

He had agreed to steal a painting from the Smithsonian American Art Museum. No one had ever managed to rob the museum, and with improvements to security every year it was unlikely he would succeed.

“I have a plan.” Cash sat at the bar inside the casino and signaled for a drink. The bartender slid a glass of rum to him. He took a sip.

Lucia stepped between his legs. “The FBI won’t sanction a theft.” She tugged at his tie, implying she wanted to leave. She hoped her posture and body language made the reason clear to anyone watching.

“Let’s talk about this in the car,” Cash said.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lucia saw Audrey at one of the card tables. She had a drink in one hand and was laughing at something the dealer was saying. Was Audrey caught up with Anderson? Lucia knew her friend wasn’t naive. An underground casino reeked of illegal activity. Audrey liked the thrill of the forbidden and the exclusive.

Lucia set her hands on the tops of Cash’s thighs. “Do you think this helps?”

“It makes it harder to think. It makes the blood rush out of my brain,” Cash said. Her hands moved higher and her thumb brushed his erection through his pants.

As his hands traversed her dress, Lucia kissed his neck. He smelled good, clean, and the strength in his arms turned her on.

“Do you want this to happen here?” Cash asked.

She giggled. “I’m not a sex-in-public kind of woman. We have a perfectly serviceable car outside.” She spoke the last part a little louder. The bartender glanced over at them, but Lucia kept her eyes on Cash.

Cash threw some cash on the bar. Thirty seconds later, they were in the backseat of the car the FBI had acquired for them. If anyone checked, it was registered to her alias, Lucy Harris.

Cash was on top of her and Lucia’s heart was pounding. Could someone have bugged her car while she was inside? Would they have to see this through or pretend to have sex?

She moaned and Cash sent her an inquisitive look. “A bug,” she mouthed.

He nodded. He slipped his hand from her knee to her thigh and stroked the inside of it. She shivered.

“Please, don’t make me wait. I’ve been waiting all night.” If they were putting on a show, she would put on a show.

“That’s what I love about you, Luc. You’re insatiable.”

She giggled and Cash removed his jacket, rumpling it for sound effects. He pulled out his wallet and removed a condom. A condom? Why did he have that? He tore it open and then set it on the floor.

“Oh, Cash, that feels so good. Harder. More, please.”

Cash swiveled his hips into hers. The car rocked rhythmically. “I want to make you feel good,” he said, the roughened sound of his voice exciting her.

She moaned. “Oh, right there.” This was supposed to be a show, but the sensations were real.

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