Six months later...
I wasn’t sure how I ended up at this gala event. I woke up this morning an ordinary government agent, but by the end of the evening I was supposed to whore out my big dick to the son of a major Mafia boss.
Wearing tuxedos and mingling with the rich and famous wasn’t an everyday occurrence for me, nor was going to an art auction to benefit the New York Museum of Modern Art. But I did my best to look comfortable among the leggy blondes and art for sale worth more than a year’s salary back in England.
I tugged on my bow tie, which earned me a glare from the woman who had tied it earlier this evening. It wasn’t too tight. I just hated having it around my neck.
She sauntered my way, and I turned toward one of the paintings on display. I sipped my champagne as she walked up to me.
“Terranova’s here,” she said.
A jolt of excitement hit my stomach at the mention of our target’s name. I smirked at her. “And let me guess, he’s wearing a tuxedo.”
Amanda’s smile put all of the women here to shame. Her stunning looks drew attention as she walked beside me to the next painting, and the red ball gown made me wonder how she could breathe. It molded to her body, hiding nothing.
“Maybe he came in his birthday suit,” she said. “That would make him stand out.”
“You’re almost naked too. If you were in the buff, no one would notice him,” I said.
She sighed as she plucked a glass of champagne from one of the passing servers’ trays. “It’s not my job to be the distraction. It’s yours, remember?”
How could I forget? Their ridiculous scheme to con the son of a Mafia boss was pure stupidity. Messing about with an organized crime family could mean death, as I knew all too well.
Being an agent for SOCA put me in front of the most dangerous criminals in the world--the people who thought they were above the law. Amanda was one of those people. She was smarter than she was beautiful, which was saying something, and she used that deadly intelligence to con people out of their hard-earned money.
Well, not honestly acquired, or so Amanda claimed. They stuck to Wall Street criminals and other crooked people looking to make an easy dollar. Little old women on pensions were safe from their schemes.
They worked the long con, which was an elaborate and expensive confidence trick with often a big payout. Their scheme to sell Tony Terranova, the son of a Mafia boss, a fake Faberge egg was suicidal, considering he already played outside the rules of regular society. Retribution would be swift, but hopefully I would be safely back in England with my part done when the worst happened.
It should have been a perfect con for them, except per my intelligence data, their “fake” egg was the same treasure stolen from my grandfather’s house six months ago. I didn’t have confirmation, but I had a reliable source.
“Do you remember what you’re doing?”
I nodded. My role was getting Terranova interested in me, which shouldn’t be too difficult because with as many looks as Amanda was getting, I had even more. Looks of lust from the women; from the men there was respect, some jealousy, and even a few hungering leers. I’d grown accustomed to the glances, but most people were only interested in me for my face, and I often ignored them.
“Seduction’s on the menu for tonight. Are you sure I can’t serve you too?” I asked and winked at her.
Amanda smirked. “I think you’re better off trying for a piece of Terranova.”
Anthony Terranova, Jr. was the heir of the Terranova crime family, and like any good coach I knew she referenced him to keep my mind in the game. “I had to try to get in your knickers.” I shrugged. I was testing the waters, seeing how far I could push, even though I didn’t have an interest in her.
She reached up and brushed a tiny bit of invisible lint from my lapel. “Save it for Terranova. Just work your magic on him like you do with all your johns. I’m sure you’re an old hand at this.”
Whatever it was that screamed prostitute about my manner of dress, I would change it when I got back to the UK. Being mistaken for a hustler was bad enough, but being roped into this scheme by the woman standing in front of me was a distraction from my goal: the Faberge egg.
For months I’d tracked the egg with Interpol intelligence I requested through my contacts. It moved often as it made its way across Europe and then suddenly showed up in America at a black market dealer. When the egg disappeared off the radar, I knew I had to make a move or lose it forever.
I came to the States and had spent the last couple of days poking around, trying to locate it. All I received was a name: Derek Jans, a local con artist. For someone who was on the wrong side of the law he was almost too easy to find.
When I had approached Derek to find out if he indeed had the egg, Amanda had accused me of being a prostitute. Instead of turning me in to the police, she propositioned me herself and dragged me into their plan.
I wasn’t accustomed to whoring myself out, not even for my government. Her instructions irritated me, but I bit my tongue. I knew how to handle myself around the son of a Mafia boss. I arrested people like Terranova on an average day.
“Don’t be nervous.”
Her words were meant to soothe me, but I didn’t need it.
“I’m not nervous.” I looked her in the eye. I was excited but not nervous. I didn’t skulk around in the dark. I went into conflict with weapons drawn. I’d faced worse before.
“You’ll do fine. Just stick to the plan; don’t deviate from it. Brent and Mickey will be listening in on your conversation with Tony through your earpiece too, and Brent will keep us apprised of what’s going on.”
Brent was the backup, the man who worked this con behind the scenes. He had hacked into the security system at the museum so he could watch and advise us. Mickey often played the inside man, but he was in the truck as well. Later on he would be the owner of the egg looking for a buyer.
Derek was the leader. His role was an antiquities dealer, and he hoped to score a chance meeting with Terranova tonight. Usually Amanda was the lure, or the distraction. Her beautiful face could make a man forget where he was.
Tonight I played her part, and she was the world-famous Professor Egorov, who spoke at universities and museums around the world about Romanov culture. She would be their expert on all things Romanov and give her opinion on the condition of the egg.
She was a key player in this, to convince Terranova the egg was worth the money he was paying, especially since the con artists believed the egg was fake. Too bad her talent of persuasion would be wasted on an egg that I hoped to be real.
She smoothed a nonexistent wrinkle in my tuxedo. “Concentrate. Just bat your eyelashes and use that hot little British accent of yours. He won’t know what hit him.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re pretty confident of my prowess.” She was too
sure of herself, and that often led to someone being stupid.
She cocked one dark gold eyebrow. “Have you looked in a mirror recently?”
“Every morning when I shave,” I said. I was a good-looking man. I never lacked for eager bed partners with my blond wavy hair and model-like features, which was why people hadn’t stopped looking at us. We made a handsome couple. “But still, all of this is a crapshoot.”
“That’s why I bet on eleven.”
I frowned. “Those aren’t the best odds, you know.”
“But it’s always a big winner on the come-out roll.” She strolled away with those final words.
Even though she seemed overly confident their plan would work, I still wondered why they picked Terranova, him being the son of a Mafia boss. I was sure they could have chosen an easier target.
Besides having a new person on the team being dangerous to them, they’d needed to outsource an important part of their operation. Since Terranova was quietly gay, another person besides Amanda had to play the lure.
The con men had their agenda, but I had mine as well. For me, Terranova was the means to an end, and I was willing to do anything to get the information I needed.
I’d seen the egg often enough to be able to identify it on sight if I could inspect it. There were so many things that could go wrong along the way: being discovered, or even worse, this might not be Margaret’s egg.
“Terranova’s behind you. He’s wearing a gray tux,” Brent said in my earpiece.
I walked through the crowd and traded my glass of champagne just as I saw my target. He knew how to dress to stand out, and it wasn’t just the color of his jacket.
His thick build was obvious and accentuated by the cut of his jacket. His muscles rippled beneath the expensive material as he lifted a glass of champagne to his mouth. I swallowed my sigh.
He glanced my way, and I froze. Amanda had described him and shown me a few grainy reconnaissance photos, but nothing prepared me for facing him head-on. His dark hair and tanned skin contrasted with his pale blue eyes, and I felt like I had been punched in the stomach.
I held his gaze for a minute and then turned away, but his curious expression made my heart pound. I walked toward another display near the one he stood by, a portrait by a famous Russian artist. Terranova noticed me, but he wasn’t being obvious with his interest.
It was this perfect moment where everything seemed to be falling into place, and for one second I worried this was a setup. Always being on my guard kept me alive, especially during drug busts and dangerous missions. I brushed aside the fears and pushed on.
I looked over at him and shot him an enigmatic smile, one that begged him to come and find out what I was thinking. When I saw him walking in my direction, I mentally patted myself on the back and sipped my champagne as he got closer to me. His gaze never left mine.
I could see why this man intimidated people. His eye contact alone would make almost anyone nervous, but not me. He had an aura about him, as if he were a caged animal kept hungry and was just waiting to pounce. Confidence poured from every ounce of his being. I didn’t look away as he came up to me. I couldn’t; he had seduced me.
* * * * *
My focus narrowed in on him as he approached. The light classical music in the background quieted, as did the people talking among themselves. I only saw him. I’d like to think it was me concentrating on my job, but it was Terranova.
“Hello,” I said before he could speak.
“Hi.” Terranova looked me up and down before he turned his attention to the painting in front of us. “It’s a nice portrait, isn’t it?”
I’d heard the sharp New York intonation all the time since getting here a few days ago, but on his lips, the way his tongue curled around every word made me hard, or maybe it was just his sexy mouth that turned me on. “It’s quite nice,” I said.
“You’re new to this crowd,” he said, changing the subject abruptly. “I thought I knew everyone who was a patron of the museum.”
His casual demeanor hid what I knew was beneath the surface--a very dangerous man. It was heady, the power I held in my hands. For a second, I understood why con artists participated in schemes like this. The rush was unbelievable. “I’m over here on holiday from England,” I said, poshing up my accent a little more as I played up my part. “A friend gave me a ticket. She knows I enjoy Russian culture.”
“Hmm, something we have in common,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’m Tony Terranova, by the way.”
“Bradley,” I answered back, shaking his proffered hand. His strong handshake showed me he worked out.
“No last name?” Tony asked with a grin.
It was my family name, but I had been called Bradley for so long, it was the only name I usually responded to. “I don’t need a last name,” I said. “I’m notorious enough with the one name.”
He chuckled as he let go of me. “Okay, then. Have you ever been to Russia, Bradley?” he asked, drawing out my name.
My gaze flew to his, and I realized I was being rude by gawking at his body. “I have,” I said. He certainly was appealing with his model-perfect features. I couldn’t look away from his eyes, and not just because of the color.
“I’ve never been.” Tony’s sexy mouth turned into a half frown as he spoke. “I’d love to go. Did you enjoy your visit there?”
At the end of his question, I couldn’t help but think what those pouting lips would look like wrapped around my dick. “I went while I was going to university. And it was beautiful--the architecture, the people, everything. I look forward to visiting again.” I felt breathless with desire.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Tony said as he winked at me.
“I’m sure he will.” Brent spoke into my ear, and I jumped. I’d forgotten he was listening in on our conversation.
“Are you all right?” Tony asked.
I nodded and swore under my breath. “I’m not accustomed to dress shoes.”
“Maybe you should take them off.” Tony looked at me through his hooded eyes. “You could...at my place.”
Brent commented on the invitation. “That was fast. I guess you are
“I think you need to stop
flirting with me,” I said with a wink, placing my emphasis on one word, hoping Brent would get the point and shut up. “We are in a public place.”
“Was I flirting with you?” He raised his eyebrows. “I was just trying to help.”
The playful note in his voice spurred me on. “I think you want to see me naked. The first step is the shoes, after all,” I said, lowering my voice so only he could hear me.
I was close enough to see his pupils spring open and hear his quick breath before he licked his lips. “Maybe,” he said. He glanced away, and I seized the moment to move forward.
I needed to take the upper hand here. I poured on the charm as I said, “I know you do, even though you’re acting coy. You want me.”
He pulled away. “You’re pretty presumptuous. We just met.”
. This was going bad fast
. I was going to wind up jeopardizing my role in this con. “You’re right. I’m sorry,” I said, taking a step back as well.
He jumped, as if he wasn’t expecting me to stop pressing forward.
My withdrawal worked well on him. He must have sensed he was losing me since he took a step toward me.
“I mean, how do you even know I’m gay?” he asked.
His reluctance to let me go was a heady ego boost, but I needed to stay focused. Anything less would put me in dangerous waters. “I knew it from the moment I saw you. I wanted you on your knees,” I said, my voice going deep from desire. With every word, I chased him deeper into our little game. He met my gaze right then, and I watched his eyes become hazy with lust.
I knew I probably would have to sleep with Tony as part of my job description as the distraction. It wouldn’t be a hardship. What scared me was how well we played together. I was almost certain he was a bottom, and I loved the way he let me take the reins. Most importantly, I wondered how hot he would look tied down over a spanking bench, a shiny silver ring around his cock and balls.
Tony parted his lips, his tongue snaking across the bottom one like it would across the tip of my cock. The heat from his body soaked through my clothes, and his cologne invaded my senses, seducing me with his scent alone.
I stepped away for a second, still shaken by my instant reaction to him. I needed to keep a clear mind, but my lust for him nearly broke my willpower. “So you like Russian history?” I tried to keep my voice steady.
He blinked at the abrupt change of subjects. “My mother was from Russia.”
“You had him,” Brent said in my ear. “Why did you back away?”
I would have explained to Brent, if I’d had the chance, that most people loved the chase. If I had fallen into Tony’s arms and fucked him hard, it would have been boring. I needed to do my best to be a proper distraction.
My role was simple but important. In most cons, the pretty face distracted the mark while the switch occurred or to keep him distracted and complacent while the con men fleeced him. If only Derek and his crew knew that the egg was real and would stand up to the most intricate inspections.
I would have been a fool to apprise them of this fact. I needed them as much as they thought they needed me. My seduction was going smashingly well too. Terranova was definitely interested in me. “Oh, really?” I asked, hoping it prompted him to keep talking.
“She was a runway model in Europe before she moved here,” he said.
“Ah, it makes sense. That’s where you get all your good looks from,” I said, pushing forward again.
He nodded, even though he flushed from the compliment. “Thank you. She taught me about Russian art and culture too.”
“I have to admit,” I said. “Even though I’ve been to Russia, I know very little about the culture. Maybe you can teach me?”
“Teach you something?” His eyes darkened with lust. “I think you could teach me a thing or two.” His voice dropped at the end, curling inside me.
I began to sweat. He made me hot, and all I could think was how much I wanted him.
I was supposed to be the seducer, but Tony was sweeping me off my feet. Licking my lips, I leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Do you want that?” I tried to remain discreet as I trailed my fingers along his thigh.
His gasp made me harden. “Right now?” he asked.
I chuckled. “Not in the middle of this exhibit, no. Although it would give everyone something to talk about.”
“Of course not,” he said. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“You’re moving too fast,” Brent warned as Tony gestured for me to follow him. “Remember you need him to stay here to make contact with Amanda and Derek.”
If I had been able to, I would have screamed at Brent to make up his fucking mind. His constant chattering in my ear could make me blow this.
He was right, though. The last thing I needed was the con artists clinging to my ankles as we left. “I came with a friend. I should say good-bye to her,” I said, hoping he would want to stick around.
He stopped in his tracks and caught my arm. He appeared to be as unsettled as I felt. “You’re right. I’d need to give my thanks to the museum’s staff for inviting me.”
My cock ached, pressing against my pants. I let out a shaky sigh as Tony bit his lip, apparently thinking. It occurred to me I had been willing to leave this party with him for a quick fuck. It wasn’t unusual for me to have a one-night stand, quite the opposite. I never committed to a second date.
What worried me was that my mind hadn’t even been on the egg. I had been so intent on seduction, I couldn’t see past getting my cock in his ass. I never put pleasure before business, but Tony set my blood on fire. I couldn’t wait to fuck him hard.
Suddenly he smiled. “Follow me.”
“Don’t follow him,” Brent warned. “He’s dangerous. You never know what he’ll do to you once you two are alone.”
I wanted to shake him and yell at him I could take care of myself. I’d been a top SOCA agent for eight years. “Where are we going?” I asked as we strolled through the crowd.
“There’s a private bathroom for staff only, just over here to the left. We can talk there.”
Once we were alone, I asked, “Do you want to just talk?”
He glanced at me. “Not really.” His eyes gleamed with a need that rivaled mine.
“Don’t do this,” Brent yelled. “None of this is part of the plan. Stay right where you are. Amanda and Derek are on their way.”
We rounded the corner. As Tony took a step in front of me, I yanked out my earbud. The earpiece vibrated with Brent’s scream as I flipped it off. I dropped it in my pocket and followed Tony inside the tiny restroom.
The moment I pushed the door closed and hit the lock, Tony was all over me. He pushed his hand into my hair as I roughly grabbed the back of his neck. It had been a while for me, and I was just as hungry for release as he was.
I kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue inside his mouth, and he met it eagerly. He grabbed my ass with his other hand and squeezed. I arched against him, shoving my hard cock against his abs.
He moaned as he separated from me.
“God, how big are you?” he asked.
“Big enough,” I mumbled, dropping my hand from his hair to reach for the fastening of my tuxedo trousers.
His hand left my cock as I shoved my pants down to my ankles.
“I know we shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured as he hung up his jacket on the hook. “But I can’t stop myself.”
When he faced me again, I pulled my hard cock out of my boxers.
Tony made a small sound before he licked his lips. His lust-filled expression made me even harder.
“Oh fuck. Your dick is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I gotta have this right now,” he said, his words ending with a groan as he went to his knees. He stroked me once, his fingertips caressing my long dick.
I chuckled and thrust my hand into his dark hair. I tugged on the crisp, gelled strands. “That can be arranged. Open your mouth.”
His gaze softened at my command. I tapped my cock against his lips. Obediently he opened his mouth and surrounded the head. He felt like heaven--hot and wet--as I slid inside his mouth. He sucked me in, his slick tongue gliding along the underside of my cock. I let out a sigh as he quickened his pace. It was a nice start, but I knew what he wanted, and I was happy to oblige him.
I thrust inside his mouth a couple more times, and I almost didn’t pull my dick out when he took me to the back of his mouth. He deep throated like a pro, held me there as the muscles worked around the head of my cock. I pulled all the way out after that and took a deep breath to calm my racing heart.
He opened his mouth like the hot cockslut he was. He was gorgeous before, perfectly dressed in his custom tailored tuxedo, but now, on his knees, he was going to be my little bitch.
His moan filled the bathroom, and I realized I had spoken aloud. I twisted my fingers in his shirt and tugged him up. When he stood in front of me, I busied myself with undoing his pants while he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. “You’ll fuck me hard?”
I found his eagerness endearing. “I will. Are you sure you can handle me? I don’t want you whining you can’t take me.” I swallowed down the desire to bend him over and fuck him until he was raw. I needed to keep a clear head in all of this, but it was difficult.
“I won’t. I’d do anything to have you fuck me.”
I bet he would. I smiled, enjoying the ache building inside my cock as I reached for my wallet. Before I left the hotel, I had brought supplies for a good time tonight, and I took out a condom and lube packet.
Tony might have been a bottom and accustomed to being fucked, but I was bigger than most men. I needed to spend a little longer prepping him, but God, I was going to have a lot of fun doing that.
He stood before me, his shirt open as he waited for my next command. I trailed my hand up through the light sprinkling of hair on his chest, stopping at his nipple. I twisted it, and he cried out. Tony stared down at my hard-on, excitement radiating from him.
I tore open the package with my teeth and rolled the protection on. I grasped his shoulder and roughly pushed him toward the wall. He rested his palms there to steady himself as I pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees.
He quivered with anticipation.
I took some of the lube and dropped my hand down to his ass. When I slid one finger inside him, he let out a moan. The sound echoed against the tiles, and I added a second finger. His sigh of pleasure made my cock throb. “If you think my fingers feel good, wait until I slide my dick in your ass. I’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”
His hole fluttered around my fingers, and he pushed back against me.
I pulled out my fingers. “Stay still.”
“Let me set the pace,” he said. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I’m sure you will.” I dug my fingers into his hip. “But I’m the one who calls the shots. I don’t like guys who top from the bottom.”