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When he turned around she noticed him eyeing her exposed leg, and then his eyes would glaze over, concealing all emotion. He was silent as he began to pace to the side of the fireplace. Payton could sense that she was starting to be on the losing end of this deal. She had to give him a small amount of credit for arguing with her for so long. Finally, she broke the silence. “If your other clients were remotely serious a deal would be made already.” Payton stood up from the couch to face Jack, to even out this power struggle that invisibly existed between them. Neither of them was used to backing down to anyone, especially to the opposite sex. Payton walked over and stopped in front of Jack bringing the fight directly to him, leaving just a few small inches of space between them. Trying to calm Jack down, she placed her hand onto his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze—this only seemed to outrage him more.
What the hell was she trying to pull?He looked at her in disgust.
Her breathing was starting to quicken, she did not want to lose this deal. There was no way Dixon would pay more than his offer. Somehow she had to make this work or she could kiss Dixon goodbye. Again she saw the emotion in Jack’s eyes cloud over and disappear, leaving behind a small smirk on his lips.
Jack grabbed her waist with one hand, roughly pulling her closer, and moved his other hand to her bottom, so that his fingers just brushed the top of the slit in her skirt.
“You would be willing to do almost anything to make this deal work, huh.” He didn’t have to ask, he already knew the answer. Jack wanted to teach Payton a lesson, and he would, but he had great doubts she would learn from her mistake the first time. His grin turned into a sexy swaggering smile. He would enjoy oppressing and blacklisting her in all of her doings.
Jack took a step closer to her, forcing her to move backward. He began to position her like a pawn in a chess game, moving toward the far wall. Just as they passed the fireplace he swiftly turned her, trapping her between him and the wall. She could not believe how smooth and fast his hands worked to turned her. She had no time to register what was happening.
Dominating her, Jack pushed her into the wall harder than necessary and grabbed hold of her curly hair, forcing her lips to his, his tongue invading her mouth. He could feel her breasts rising and falling they were so close. “Would you be willing to do this to make the deal?”
Payton was stunned. Her silence was interpreted as a yes.
His hand expertly explored under her shirt, flicking open the leopard print strapless bra, exposing her breasts with excited nipples as it was slipped off to the side in one fluid motion. His hands felt rough as he massaged and lightly tweaked her nipple from under her shirt. Wanting to see more, he swiftly lifted her shirt off to expose her, starting a pile of clothes on the cool floor. Payton reciprocated, ripping open his shirt, scattering buttons across the floor. Lightly, she let her smooth, long fingers linger and caress his exposed six-pack washboard abs; she knew she would enjoy his athletic build. This felt like a game to her, and was beginning to turn her on. She hoped that his shirt was expensive and he would have to buy a new one. She would show him not to be so presumptuous. Jack dipped his head down to dance his tongue across her nipples, making them point out even more. Enjoying the sensation, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto the wall.
Payton didn’t even realize he had unbuckled his pants until she heard the belt buckle clang on the tile floor. His cock sprang free, full of desire so quickly that Payton unexpectedly felt his long, swollen flesh touch her. Automatically, her hand grasped his shaft, feeling its pulsation as she tugged on it slowly, then began to use longer, needier strokes.
It was driving him crazy, he wanted and needed more. Jack lifted her up, cupping her ass with both hands, spreading her legs as he pressed against her, making her skirt rip in the back. There was no doubt this was to get her back for his shirt. “Mmm, no panties. I like that.”
Wanting him to say no more, she reached out and grabbed his hair, yanking his mouth toward hers. In return, he weaved his fingers in her hair and pulled forcefully, as he began to kiss her with maddening intensity. She winced a little when she felt him enter her. This must have turned him on more because Payton could feel his breathing and pace quicken. He began to kiss her everywhere—her mouth, neck and face. He added in little nips at her neck that drove her crazy, wanting more. The primal desire fueling their movements turned her on more than normal. Her breasts bounced with each thrust; she could feel her orgasm beginning to escalate as her legs stayed wrapped around his waist, holding on for the ride. The rougher Jack was with her, the more it turned her on. A feeling of levitation took over Payton’s body as she was climaxing. Trying not to lose herself entirely, she bit his neck while letting out a pleasure-filled moan. He slammed her into the wall again with one last thrust, grunting as he fell into her, spent and satisfied.
This was the day where her world began to rotate ever so slowly that she hardly noticed when it began spinning at full speed, like slowly cooking a frog in boiling water. In the end, the frog never jumps out of the pot, she just sits there, slowly cooking, none the wiser.
Jack sat on the couch alone with all of the signed paperwork scattered on the coffee table. He let a small smirk escape his lips, as he was still able to smell the sex that lingered in the room.
He knew that behind each deal he had a very limited amount of time to create a bogus deed from one of his sample documents then register it before anyone could catch on. Dixon Taylor’s lust for cheap properties and Payton O’Neal’s love of making everything happen gave him an easy target. It was not by chance that Dixon and Payton stumbled upon Jack’s so-called for sale property.
Jack was no stranger to life in the fast lane. As soon as he was unwelcome in one city, he was on to his next. He enjoyed that he couldn’t anticipate his lifestyle, which included money, women and theft.
“Jack, it’s Castle here,” his best friend and surrogate brother announced on the phone. “How’s the Big Apple?”
“I have lined up a beautiful, overly confident and unintelligent prospect.” A flash of him railing Payton against the wall entered his mind.
“Don’t be getting carried away with too much fun, you have only begun.” Castle and Jack went way back, before puberty, and knew Jack could get carried away and lose sight of what was important.
Jack let out a chuckle as he shook his head. “My dear old brother, always on the side of caution. No worrying about me. I’ll be in and out and millions of dollars richer before we know it.”
“All right. Dad just wanted me to check in.” Castle paused before he continued. “Look forward to counting that money with you.” And the line went dead.
Jack rolled his eyes and began to plot his next move.
Payton’s assistant, Shannon, was more than helpful. Jack could not help but have a flash of her breasts come to mind. She gave him more than enough information when he stopped by to introduce himself. Her curvaceous body may have been seductive, but then she opened her mouth. He could not believe how she did not stop talking. He didn’t understand how Payton could handle such a gossipy, no-filter assistant who could not be quiet if her life depended on it. As much as he couldn’t stand her, he smiled and flirted with her even more than he might have another person, just in case he needed her to continue his deception.
The real homeowner of the piece of junk property spent most of his money going overseas. He would not be back for months. Jack’s front was a property management company that specialized in maintaining homes while the owners were away. He did keep some legality to what he did by renting out units and collecting money for a few select individuals. His select individuals were the ones who knew someone who had wealth and could afford losing some of it. People always trusted a friend of someone else. His scheme could not work as well or smoothly if everything was phony.
Once the papers had been signed, the money would transfer into his hands. Dixon and the original owner would have no idea they were scammed until it was too late. Jack would be long gone by the time anyone figured anything out.
