Jacob
Leah Waterson is going to look so damn good when she’s looking up at me. By then, the only thing blocking my view of her would be my cock.
Right now though, I’m on my knees before her, picking up the earbuds that shot from her ears when she whipped her head around. Not expecting me to be in her hallway.
Well, I wasn’t expecting her to be here at all.
I’ll probably fire this crew because they didn’t inform me that another person would be on the premises. Though I was going to fire them anyway. I don’t keep a crew.
After all, I’m a tech and finance billionaire.
I don’t need to steal art. Of course, rarely do I need anything.
Not like the way I need those pink lips she’s biting to be wrapped around my cock. Her delicate porcelain skin is reddening, and she wouldn’t look me in the eye after I pressed the earbud back into her ear.
“You must be Mrs. Waterson?” I ask, but I know that Mr. Waterson is really her father.
I heard what he did to his son, and he must be hiding his daughter. Because if this was his wife, he wouldn’t be meeting me right now. He’d be burying his cock in her.
I lurch inwardly thinking he might be planning to do that later.
Peter Waterson is a sick fuck.
Those green-blue eyes look into my own, and my cock is jumping in my slacks to have those eyes looking at me.
“No,” she says in a soft little voice. “I’m Leah. Peter, um,” she pauses to correct herself. “Mr. Waterson is my father.”
“I see,” I say, trailing my eyes purposely down her little dress.
It’s so flimsy. It could be a nightgown, or maybe a sundress.
It needs to be torn to shreds at her knees while I eat her pussy so good she screams.
My eyes follow her heaving breasts, noting her heavy breathing, only making her more nervous. It serves to make me more aware of how I’m affecting her. She must see the bulge in my slacks.
Oh, yes, good girl. She looked.
She knows the effect she’s had on me.
I think about her brother. The one Peter sold to a foreign prince to close a deal. He’ll offer this sweet angel up to me all the same.
I’ll bring Peter to his knees, and he’ll think it was all his idea.
I’ll be fucking sweet little Leah in the very room she’s headed to, before this night is out, and stupid fucking Peter Waterson will think it’s all his idea. He’ll be doing it to apologize for fucking up our merger.
That’s why Peter thinks I’m here. He’s my mark, and he fancies himself my rival.
Though he’s no match for me.
Generally, I’d be humiliating him in a few weeks by buying his foreclosed house and telling him how the other pieces are going to go nicely with what I already got from his collection. I stole the rare Brival oil on canvas tonight. My crew already gave me the go ahead.
I glance down at my phone and see the coded message.
Everything went fine with the art thievery.
Looking back up from my phone, I make eye contact with Leah.
“Leah,” I say her name and watch her breathing.
She’s trying to slow it down. I get the feeling she doesn’t talk to many people. Especially not people who look at her with the pure intent to fuck her like I do.
“It’s nice meeting you. What are you listening to?”
“The radio,” she says.
It’s such a plain answer. Her little voice sounds almost out of practice.
Fuck, Peter keeps her cloistered. I’ll have her moaning and then screaming for me soon. I’ll keep her, but I’m not going to cage her like this.
She’s too goddamn beautiful for that.
“The radio?” I say in a humorous tone.
“Yes,” she confirms. I see there’s a ticker running on the display.
“Oh, that’s me there,” I point to several three-letters-in-caps codes for companies on the screen.
“That’s me, too,” I say.
Her bewildered look is amusing, and then she looks excited.
“You’re...Jacob Renaud, of Renaud Holdings?”
I straighten my jacket and trade a smile with her.
“Why, yes, I am. Are you one of my shareholders?”
“Yes, I am,” she says. She’s blushing furiously.
“Do you trade a lot of stocks?” I ask her, genuinely curious if the princess locked up in the gaudy castle her father owns spends her time on the stock exchange.
“I mostly hold, but I trade some for quick reinvestment,” she says.
Now her eyes meet mine, and they narrow.
“You must know a lot more about stocks than I do.”
“Yes, and if I tell you what I know, then it’s practically insider trading,” I tell her. “You aren’t a bad girl, are you, Leah?” I tease her and crack my knuckles.
“Never,” she says, a wistful look in her eyes for a moment.
Then she starts looking at the floor again.
“Don’t let me keep you any longer. I’ll be back in a few minutes, you’ll want to finish before the markets open for tomorrow,” I tell her.
It’s quite late, and I don’t want her thinking about the markets when I’m slapping my balls against her ass and pumping my cock so hard into her.
She sucks in a breath and looks just past me, worried. As if there’s someone to save her. I’m the thing she’ll need saving from, soon enough, but for now, I’m saving her.
“I know what happened to your brother.”
I curl my finger under her chin and make her look up at me.
“You knew it was going to happen to you.”
I can see her breathing is far more erratic.
“Lucky running into you, Leah,” I say with a laugh.
Oh, it is. To think I was going to take her father’s shitty car. One of the tacky things he loves like he should love his children.
The payment for the slight will be so much better paid by this sweet little girl.
Leah shuffles toward her room, wrapping her arms around herself with her phone pressed against her shoulder. She’s so petite, that’s how high her phone reaches. She can’t be more than twenty-three, certainly younger than twenty-five.