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I clap my hand over his mouth, still thrusting. “Give me a few more seconds, baby. I know you can do it.” He shakes his head, but the straining of his muscles tells me he’s trying so hard to hold back for me. Jesus, he’s going to be the death of me. “Come, Rand.”
“You okay, baby?” He nods, snuggling against me. “You were perfect. Fuck, I don’t know how, but you just get me.”
“Sounds good,” I say, pulling up the pictures for him to see. He narrows his eyes at me. “Those are just selfies.” I wink. “I didn’t have your permission to take the real thing. But sometimes the illusion is just as effective.”
I hold up my hand, shaking my head. “That’s not true though, is it? You did hold a vote. Yesterday. You held a vote, and you lost.”
Pointing at me, he grins as he mouths Alpha. I shake my head and point to myself. Rand, I mouth back.
“If you’re thinking of outing your son, don’t. Don’t do it. I promise you will not like my reaction.” My father takes another step back, though it hurts him to do so. “Are you threatening me?” Joe closes the distance. “I am absolutely threatening you. Just like Rand, I learned at the feet of my father. The most important thing he taught me, Mr. Wolfe, is that there are a great many things worse than death. And when I’m protecting Rand, I am capable of all of them.”
“You are a very dirty boy,”
“Fucking good boy. Yes.”
Smiling in spite of myself, I face my coworkers. The greeting I practiced seems stiff and impersonal, so I start the conversation with my friends the way I always have. “How you doing? Miss me?”
“There you are,” I say to the audience, grinning even bigger. “Never mind, now I can see every one of your ugly mugs. Maybe this was a mistake.”
“Joe, darling, if you asked me a question, and I avoided answering it, what would you do?”
“You wound me, sir.” “Get the fuck outta here,” Rand says, laughing as he pushes me into the crowd.
Leaning in, I point at myself. “Mine.”
“No offense or injury meant, boss,” I say, uncomfortable with that word in my mouth. “None taken. And I appreciate the recognition, but maybe not in a room full of billionaires, eh? They know who I am, but they don’t necessarily like to be reminded.” Even his voice is elegant.
“Ooh. All sorts of boyfriend-y things.” “What kind of boyfriend-y things?” he asks, kissing my nose. “I dunno. I think that living together makes it feel like we’ve already been together six months, so I’m already sorta, kinda…smitten-ish.”
You’re a cute billionaire. Who’s apparently smitten-ish over me.”
“Ooh, are you full-on smitten?” Joe shakes his head, his expression serious. “I’m way, way past smitten.” I gulp. “Yeah?” He palms my jaw, bringing me in for another secretive kiss. “Yeah. Mi sono innamorato di te.”
“Sir, you are brilliant. That thing with the cookie? Really fucking convincing. Ten out of ten would recommend you in the next Scorsese film.”
“I’m here, my love. I ain’t going nowhere.”
Rand looks at me, eyes popping out of his head. “You killed the guys who killed his team?” I run the backs of my fingers across his cheek. “They were dead the second they put their filthy hands on you.”
“That’s about the nicest way to ask someone to get the hell out that I’ve ever heard.”
“Watching you kill those men to defend me was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s probably fucked up, but I’ve been hard as a rock since the museum.” Gripping the back of my neck, he touches his forehead to mine, focusing me with his intense gaze. “Unless you have any objections, I’m going to clean their filth off you, and then I’m going to take you the fuck apart.” I let out a ragged breath, and a tear tracks down my cheek. Nodding, I lift my head for a kiss.
“There you go, baby. Take it.”
“Oh! Ooh,” he says, his voice pitching up as his cock hardens. “You’re doing so good, baby. Keep it up.” I rub his ass, wishing I could see more of his embarrassment. “Actually, turn face up. Knees to your shoulders.”
His position prevents him from stroking himself, so I press harder, going just a little further as he shakes apart, losing his hold on his legs and his cheeks, thrusting up as he comes on a whimper, with simply my tongue in his hole.
“God, you’re such a slut. I could bring anyone in here and your slutty little ass would take every single one of them and beg for more. You could have cum dripping from your nose, and you still wouldn’t be satisfied.” He shakes his head into the mattress. “Just your cock. Just your cum.” I roll my hips, loving his grip on my body. “Mm, that’s right, baby.”
I’m practically sobbing from the too-much of it all, and then I orgasm dry, a shivering drop in my slit the only indication. “Good boy,” he says, dipping down to tongue the slight ejaculate.
“Down on your knees.”
“Suck. Gently.” My brain’s been put in a blender, but I obey. “Gently. Like you’re sucking your thumb,” he commands, his voice low and dark. Hornets are buzzing about in my chest, but I comply, giving him the lightest suction possible. “Good boy. Continue.”
“Not a bad idea.” Rand chuckles to himself. “My life is very strange. I got taken down by a mobster, and now I’m friends with them.” “Not much of a difference from the CEO crowd, is it?” “That’s not true. Most CEOs are assholes.”
“Should it freak me out that I’m a thirty-second elevator ride from Manhattan’s most dangerous mobster?” I scrunch my nose. “He’s a kitten. Don’t worry about it.” “Sure. I dare you to call him a kitten to his face.” “Somebody calling me a kitten?” Luca asks, opening the door with a broad grin.
“I’m cleaning up like a mobster in here.” He grimaces and looks around the room, sheepish. “Uh…no offense.” Luca’s quiet for a second, his eyes glinting with amusement. Mads looks like he’s about to stroke out, and Ford is eyeballing the exit. I catch Edgerton’s expression, and he seems like he’s just about to break. Mads’ voice shakes as he continues, “No, really, guys. I’m cool. I didn’t mean anything by it. Please don’t, like, fit me with concrete shoes and throw me in the river or anything.” Luca tosses his head back, laughing from deep within his belly, then Edgerton, of all people, joins
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