Sleight of Hand: Tech Billionaires
Sleight of Hand
Tech Billionaires book 3
A Novel
by:
Ainsley St Claire
Copyright 2020 Ainsley St Claire
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Tech Billionaires: Sleight of Hand/Ainsley St Claire—1st edition
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Dedication & thank you
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 1
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
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Chapter 1
Tinsley
“Look at that man who just walked in the door, Tinsley. Holy guacamole, he’s sex on a stick and hot, hot, hot.”
I turn to look at my best friend, Chrissy Matthews, and follow her line of sight. The man she’s looking at is something to behold: dark, messy hair that contrasts with pale skin, brooding blue eyes, and his body... I fan myself. His T-shirt is stretched over his arms and chest and his jeans are showing off, well, his massive package.
I lean over. “How much you want to bet he stuffed a sock in his pants?”
She looks him up and down. “No way is he that big.”
He looks over at us and smiles. When he makes eye contact with me, I smile back.
It seems to encourage him, and he makes his way to us. “Hello, ladies.”
“Hi,” Chrissy offers.
“What are we celebrating?”
I look over at Chrissy and give her a careful shake, so hopefully, she understands not to go there.
“We’re celebrating a Tuesday night,” she says.
“I like that. May I celebrate with you?”
He looks at me, and how can I refuse?
I have to say, Chrissy and I look fantastic tonight. Not club-ready, but I’m not in my usual T-shirt, sweatshirt, and jeans. I have on a dark blue, strapless sundress and a pair of peep-toe stilettos. Chrissy’s dark blond curls are piled high on her head, and she’s in a pair of jeans and a wrap sweater that shows a tremendous amount of golden-toned cleavage.
He pulls up a stool between the two of us.
Chrissy picks up her almost-empty glass of wine and takes a big swig. “My name is Madeline, and this is Amanda.”
I chuckle that she uses our fake bar names. She’s out to tease this poor guy. I almost feel sorry for him. Maybe.
“Nice to meet you both. My name is Peter Landon.” He leans toward my ear and whispers, “It’s not a sock. Care to feel for yourself?”
I’m shocked that he heard me in a crowded bar on a busy weeknight. “Thanks,” I manage. “But I don’t typically feel men up until I’ve had at least a few drinks.”
I’m out with Chrissy to celebrate the sale of the company I started, Translations, to a larger startup, which officially happens tomorrow afternoon. I sold to Disruptive Technologies in the hopes that together we can do something truly amazing.
Peter motions to the bartender. “Can we get a sloe comfortable screw, a sex on the beach, and a blowjob, please?”
Chrissy and I exchange looks. We may have met our match.
He takes out a black American Express card and hands it to the bartender. “Please open a tab for these beautiful women.”
I roll my eyes. “Laying it on a little thick, don’t you think?”
“Trust me, nothing is little, and you did say it would take a few drinks for you to verify that I don’t stuff my pants with socks.”
I shake my head and smile. My panties have officially melted. He puts his arm around me, and his hand rests on my back. I feel the electric charge shoot right to my core. The only thing that’s been keeping me company lately is Bob—my battery-operated boyfriend—and while Peter’s forwardness should have me throwing what’s left of my drink in his face, instead I’m quite turned on.
“So, what do you both do for work?” he asks.
This is where Chrissy shines. Watching her spin a web of deceit is quite fun. “I teach fourth grade at St. Anthony Catholic School, and Amanda is a nurse.”
“So, it’s either hot for teacher or naughty nurse?”
Damn, he’s good. That’s our joke. I might actually like this guy.
Chrissy swears that men don’t like smart women, so in situations like this, we downplay our brains. She has an MBA from Harvard and runs marketing for a major bank, and I went to Stanford and have a degree in electrical engineering and software development.
“Which is your preference?” I ask.
He gives me a salacious grin. “They all sound good to me.”
The bartender places our drinks in front of us. Chrissy reaches for the shot glass and puts it down on the bar in front of her. Peter and I watch as she leans over and picks up the glass with her mouth, downing the shot in one gulp. When she puts the glass back on the bar, she wets her lips and makes a moaning noise as she licks the whipped cream away. Her act has caught the attention of several here in the bar.
“Thanks for the drink,” she says.
“I’m happy to order you another round.” Peter smiles at her while his arm remains wrapped around me.
She shakes her head.
He turns to me. “Which do you prefer? Sex on the beach or a sloe
comfortable screw?”
I reach for the sloe comfortable screw and raise the glass to him. “To an evening of fun.”
His eyes lock with mine. “I’ll drink to that.”
“Well, I need to go. I have a date with a beautiful blond pussy with an amazing tongue.” Chrissy picks up her bag and winks at Peter. She’s talking about her cat, but he doesn’t need to know that. “Thanks for the blowjob.”
“Any time, Maddy.” He reaches for her hand and kisses her knuckles.
Chrissy turns and gives me a quick hug. “I want a text later tonight to verify if it’s one sock or two.” She steps back and stares at his package. “I’m guessing two.”
As she heads for the door, I pick up the sloe comfortable screw and take a deep pull. I need to cool off.
“So, tell me more about you.” Peter’s whisper in my ear makes my nipples pebble.
Damn, this man is becoming my kryptonite.
I shrug. “There’s not much to tell. I work at the hospital as a surgical nurse. What about you? What gets a man a black American Express card?”
He signals the bartender and points to our drinks, asking for a second round. “I suppose…” He doesn’t look at me. “…a solid idea that someone is foolish enough to buy.”
I’m not interested in his money, so I won’t push. I can relate, given that my partially formed idea will be bought tomorrow for ten million dollars. But I’m not telling him that. He thinks I’m a naughty nurse.
“You must be thirsty to be ordering another round so quickly.”
He leans in, and I can smell his pine scent. I like it. “I’m ready to show you that I don’t stuff my pants with socks, and I, too, have a wicked tongue.”
With over a million people living in less than seven square miles of this city, I have two choices: I can go home to Bob—again, or I can take this fine specimen of a man up on his offer. If he doesn’t have a sock in his pants, he may be more than I can take.
“Then what are we waiting for?” I ask.
“There’s a hotel just across the street.”
“I was thinking the coatroom,” I suggest. I don’t want to spend the night with him. I just want a quick and thorough fuck.
He nuzzles my neck. “I like the way you’re thinking.”
The bar has a coatroom that’s busy during colder seasons, but given that the early-June weather is perfect tonight, there’s nothing going on. It’s a large closet, with a bench and a mirror. It might be fun, and a bit adventurous.
I grab Peter by the hand and lead him to the closet, and the door isn’t shut behind me before his lips are on mine. His tongue is aggressive as it probes my mouth.
I’m dizzy with desire. I can’t be sure, but I think this man just kissed my lips off.
I step back and try to regain some composure. “I want to see your cock.”
“I promise you will, but first, it’s all about you.” Turning me around to face the mirror, he bends me over the bench, pushes my skirt up, and looks at me as he caresses my ass. Then he bends down and licks the insides of my thighs, which are glistening wet already.
Yanking my panties down, he spreads my legs apart. I can see him behind me in the mirror. He’s watching me, too, as he puts his fingers deep into my pussy, sliding them in, nice and easy. It feels good. I begin to breathe heavy, small moans escaping my mouth.
“You’re so tight. Do you like that?”
I nod, enjoying his thumb strumming my clit while his fingers rub my g-spot.
He smacks my right ass cheek, and it stings. He’s made me want this, and I’m powerless to stop my body from responding.
He’s fucking me with his hands, and he pushes my hair off my neck, caressing the hollow of my throat with one thumb as he bangs me from behind. I press myself into his hand, my legs open, and my hands holding the bench and wall to keep me steady.
His tongue is everywhere, inside me, on my clit, licking my thighs. He winds his hand around in my hair and pulls. He arches my back and puts his fingers inside me again, not just banging, but more like he’s feeling me from the inside. My orgasm hits quickly, and my legs quiver.
“That’s it, sweetheart.”
He licks up my cum as it leaks down my legs. “It’s sweet nectar.” He holds my head in one hand and puts the fingers of his other hand into my mouth so I can taste myself.
I comply and suck his fingers.
“You’re so sexy,” he rasps.
It’s time to see if he’s as big as I think he is. I get down in front of him on my knees, then reach up to unbutton his jeans, looking at him the whole time.
There’s no sock; he’s just big. I free the hard rod from his pants—the purple head glistening with pre-cum and the veins bulging. I’ve only seen cocks this big in adult toy stores. I didn’t think they came like this in real life.
“Now that you know I don’t stuff my pants with socks, what are you going to do with me?” he asks.
As he threads his fingers in my hair, I lick the tip, and I hear his sharp intake of air. I’m not sure how much of this I’ll be able to swallow, but I need to find out. I wrap one hand around the base of his cock and guide him in. He walks toward me, filling my mouth, and I slide back to keep from gagging, until he has me shoved up against the wall.
He pulls out and yanks me back to my feet. He spins me around and throws me back over the bench again, bent forward at a ninety-degree angle with my legs apart.
He pulls out his wallet, and I watch as he sheaths his cock.
I shiver with excitement.
He rubs the shaft through my slit and pushes inside. Little explosions happen across my vision as I reach another climax. The feeling, oh God, it’s more orgasmic than I’ve ever felt.
Forget Bob. This is what real pleasure feels like.
I see stars, and I’m squirting, coming. He’s pounding me, and it’s all happening at once. I’ve never been so overwhelmed. It feels like honey dripping down my thighs. I can’t stop myself, and I let out a long, screaming groan, my eyes squeezing shut as fireworks explode.
An hour later, I stumble out of the coatroom on a multi-orgasmic high.
We didn’t exchange numbers or anything. It was just hot sex. Damn, that man was amazing. This is going to be a good week. Tomorrow I get a big, fat check and a bunch of stock options. Life is perfect.
I text Chrissy.
Me: No sock. I may have to replace Bob, though.
Chrissy: Did you exchange contact info?
Me: Nope. If it’s meant to be, I’ll see him again. But I’m not counting on it.
“Welcome, Ms. Pratt.” The receptionist greets me the following afternoon as I walk in. “Would you like a cup of tea?”
It’s pretty bad when the receptionist knows my name and my drink order. It’s taken a long time to pull this deal together. “That would be wonderful. Thank you.”
“Mr. Arnold will meet you in the large conference room shortly.” She opens her arm to the all-glass room beyond reception with a stunning view of the bay and Berkeley on the other side.
I can’t sit down. I’m both nervous and excited. I’ve met with Claire Walsh several times, and we’ve hashed out our deal. I wish I could take the obscene amount of money they’re paying me and go sit on a beach for a few months to decompress, but unfortunately, part of the contract requires that I remain with the company for the next five years for the first ten percent of the shares, and another five years for the next ten percent.
My phone rings, and it’s my mother. “Hi, Mom.”
“I just wanted to wish you luck today. Are you nervous?”
My mom is a high-powered attorney and partner in her law firm in Denver. I owe her everything. My dad left us when I was a baby, and it was always just the two of us. She’s the reason I’ve worked so hard to do so well.
“A little nervous, but I now have a regular paycheck, and you can finally drop me from your health insurance.”
She chortles, and I know she’s smiling. I was coming of
f of her insurance in a few months when I turn twenty-six anyway. “We’ll have to find some warm sand to celebrate on.”
“Eventually I should be able to do that. Sounds good to me.”
“Sweetheart, congratulations on a tremendous accomplishment. I’m extremely proud of you.”
My mom has never been one to shower me with compliments, so I’m more than thrilled that she called. “Thanks, Mom. I’ll talk to you later tonight.”
I walk over to stand at the windows. I’m watching the barges make their way behind Treasure Island and underneath the Bay Bridge, headed for port, when I hear my lawyer enter the conference room behind me.
“Good afternoon, Tinsley. How are you today? Did you go out and celebrate last night?”
He has no idea. “I did. Thank you. I still can’t believe the deal we got.”
He nods. “Don’t be fooled. They’re getting a deal with your idea. Today you’ll sign all the contracts and get a nice check.”
I nod. I take a big breath as I watch Claire arrive with her lawyers. She’s all perfect white teeth and dressed in expensive, pale pink pants and a white pressed shirt that shows off her light-almond skin and perfectly coiffed, dark brown hair.
Two more men fall in behind them, and as we make our way through the introductions, I freeze.
“Tinsley, this is my brother, Landon, head of development, and our chief investor, Mason Sullivan, with SHN.”
He recognizes me at the same moment I realize it’s Peter from last night.
Holy fucking shit.
“So nice to meet you, Tinsley. Claire has told me so much about you.” He smiles, and my knees almost buckle.
I’ve committed the next ten years to working with the one man I never thought I’d see again.
Chapter 2
Tinsley
I falter. What is Peter, er, Landon doing here? Clearly, I was not the only one with a fake name last night. When he shakes my hand, a bolt of electricity goes through me as I think about what we were doing around fourteen hours ago. I’m sore from the fun we had in the coatroom yesterday. He was anonymous then, and now he’s a business partner. What did I do? One moment of foolishness is going to crater my life.