The Billionaire and the Con Artist: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Girls Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

masculine groan, his cock throbbing inside me, my walls pulsing against him.
    I experience brief panic as it occurs to me for the first time that he hadn’t whipped out protection—my brain stopped processing properly once he got me going, and now I’m paying for my momentary lapse.
    My mind starts going a mile a minute till I remember how easy it is for an over-the-counter EC.
    He collapses on top of me, and it feels so delicious to have his hard body against my soft curves, I wrap my arms around him and hold him there, smiling like an idiot.
    “Shit, are you on the pill?” he suddenly asks about a minute later, trying to look at me.
    “Yeah,” I lie, not looking at him.

    * * *
    “ I don’t even know your name,” the guy says with a contented and alarmingly gorgeous smile as we finally disentangle ourselves, his cock finally leaving me.
    I miss it immediately.
    “Jewel,” I say easily.
    It just popped into my head, but now I have to remember it for a few minutes.
    I hardly ever use my real name.
    That was one of the first things Taylor taught me—never use your real name.
    “Do they really need to know it? The answer is usually no because ultimately, it doesn’t matter. Struck up a conversation on a bus? It’s likely you won’t see that person again. No need to know. Going on a first date? Romantic relationships are a liability. It won’t last, it won’t matter in the long run. Only harm can come from them being traced to you and them knowing your name. Some dude you fuck really doesn’t need to know.”
    When people have neither your real first nor your last name, and sometimes, not even your real hair or eye color, you’re a hell of a lot harder to track down.
    This guy already knows what I really look like since I shed my wig and contacts and washed off my moles.
    “I’m Axel,” he says, reminding me that I neglected to get his name too.
    Axel. I like that. Sounds pretty strong. Solid.
    Part of me wants to tell Axel my real name, but I squash the urge.
    I want him to know the real me for some odd reason, and that’s an insane thought if ever there was one.
    I mean, at some point, he’ll realize I’ve relieved him of his watch.
    Luckily, if he notices it’s gone too soon, he’ll assume he’s at fault somehow.
    The best part of having booked this suite is that, despite all the usual easy indicators for people to trust me, the fact that I’m here means I must have money too.
    So why would I swipe anything?
    “I’m definitely willing to share the suite,” I say to him. “But it comes with a price.”
    “Wait, you’re exacting sexual favors in order for me to stay in this room?” he says with mock outrage. “I can live with that,” he finishes happily.
    What a fool—he’s already looking too attached. What’s that genuine smile all about?
    I try to ignore the part of me responding to it but it’s persistent and worrying me a little.
    Shit, what did I get myself into?
    I start panicking a little; I need to get out of here for more reasons than one.
    But first, I need to get him out of here.
    “You’ve exhausted me,” I say lazily with a slow smile. “I think I actually have to take a nap to recuperate. Oh god, this is so embarrassing.”
    I briefly cover my face, knowing the move makes me look disarming.
    I catch his smile of pride.
    “I’m afraid that comes with this package,” he says with a crude thrust against me.
    I try to roll my eyes, but it actually makes me laugh.
    His adorably sly grin returns.
    Goodness, I could get used to the sight of that.
    Who would have thought the deranged prick who knocked on my door would turn out to have such a beautiful gentle side?
    He was so considerate as a lover—that’s totally rare, isn’t it?
    And now as he smiles, I see no trace of the angry devil who rolled up here, practically frothing at the mouth.
    His hand reaches out and caresses my cheek and my heart pounds in an alarming way.
    I melt into the touch, suddenly saddened that