Page 1 of Redeeming Bosley

Chapter

One

Cory

“Gah. Daddy. Yes! Like that.”

Romeo—a much better name than Bosley—growled as his lips suctioned onto my right butt cheek, sucking another bruise onto my body. The man was obsessed with marking me as his.Fuck yeah. And I was here for it.

“You love it, don’t you, boy?” he asked as he popped off.

“I d—” my voice cut off, ending on a groan as he dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, spreading them as he licked across my hole while water ran down my back.

We’d spent all yesterday up in the belfry, hanging out and talking, touching, fucking, letting the world outside my door go and concentrating on each other. It had been heavenly, magical, but we’d prodded each other out of bed this morning for a workout in Vigor, which had somehow led to this—us in the shower with Romeo on his knees with his tongue buried in my ass.Good morning to me!

“Hey, Cory, you in here?” Harlow called.

“Eep,” I cried out as Harlow’s sharp gasp echoed in the space. Looking backward behind Romeo, I saw two sets of legs, one obviously Harlow and another pair in black suit pants. An ominous dark chuckle sounded through the room as Romeo stood, blocking my body from the view of the other’s eyes.

“What the fuck you want, Dante?” Romeo barked, pushing me so my stomach pressed against the wall and the water pounded down on his back.

“Sorry about this,” Dante said with a snicker. “The boss sent me to get you, and the little mouse is looking for Cory.”

“I’m not a mouse,” Harlow muttered.

Mortified embarrassment at my employee catching me with my Daddy’s tongue in my ass warred with warmth as Romeo wrapped me tighter in his strong arms, shielding me the best he could. “As you can see, I’m busy here.”

Dante grunted out a laugh. “Yeah, I see that, but Boss said?—”

“I don’t give a shit what he said. He’s not my boss. Now get the fuck outta here.”

“Bosley—”

“Not Bosley,” I interrupted, finally speaking up. “Romeo.”

“We’re supposed to call him Romeo now?” Harlow asked, sounding confused.

My chin dropped to my chest.Applesauce. Why was Harlow still here? I was surprised he hadn’t run out immediately. “Uh, yeah. Harlow, why don’t you wait for me up front? I’ll be right out.”

“Okay, Cory. And don’t worry, I covered my eyes,” he said in his usual chipper tone. My dick flagged. Harlow was too sweet for a display like this. Hell, what if it had been a guest?

It was Romeo’s turn to chuckle. How was this my life? Instead of leaving with Harlow, Dante asked, “So what should I tell the boss, Romeo?”

Romeo’s hot breath hit my neck as he sighed deeply. “Wait for me out in the lobby, idiot.”

“Sounds good. Enjoy the rest of your shower.”

Pushing my wet hair off my forehead, I turned in Romeo’s embrace and wrapped my arms around his neck, stepping back under the spray of the warm water. “So much for that. What are they both doing up so early?”

“Beats me.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Now turn around. I’m not done with you yet.”

“But—”

Romeo narrowed his eyes. “But nothing. They’re going to have to wait while I take care of my boy.” Then he flipped me around, dropped to his knees, and buried his tongue back in my hole. I had no choice but to brace myself against the wall and let him feast as my dick hardened again, jumping back on board with his plan. Damn, he felt good, going at me like I was his breakfast.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded.

Grabbing my cock, I jerked myself in rhythm as he jabbed his tongue past the soft ring, making me whimper with desire for him to fill me up. “You’re going to come for me, boy. You hear me?” he asked.

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