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I grinned, happy to see he was still following the rules. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you? Doing as Daddy asked and sticking to your words. Knowing you can listen and obey makes Daddy so hard. I’m going to come in a minute. I’ll paint your skin, then I’m going to rub it in.”
His eyes went wide, and his breaths picked up. Even his cock seemed to pulse with newfound hope.
“After I’m done, I’ll get a warm cloth to clean us up. In the morning, we’ll have to get up early to shower. Daddy will take care of you though, since good boys deserve special treatment, right?”
He nodded quickly, then stayed still while I finished stroking myself. The orgasm had been right on the edge, so it was no surprise I was coming far quicker than I normally did.
Ropes of clear white fell across his abdomen. I spread it into his skin, just like I’d told him I would. Only once I had his entire stomach and chest covered did I feel like I could settle. Marking him with proof of my desire settled the raging pulse of lust inside me.
When I looked back up to see how Ricardo felt about what we’d done, I found his eyes closed and his breathing even. My boy had fallen asleep.
Oh, my heart.
He was going to destroy me if things didn’t work out. And I had a feeling I’d still thank him when it was all over.
CHAPTER 19
Ricardo
On the nightof the shipment, my plan was in place. I knew that no matter what happened, we would catch the next rat in the ranks.
It had been tedious work making sure that everyone's plans and information was different. I had to give them each a different path to take and timelines so that they would pass the information on incorrectly.
That also meant that I spent an entire day staking out the areas that I knew they were trying to hit. I had set up surveillance at most of them, but since I had a strong idea of who was involved, I went to one in particular myself.
I wanted to be there to grab the motherfucker the minute he showed up, thinking he could take what wasn't his.
As I waited, I concentrated over everything that had happened with Pharrell. I didn't understand what was going on with him. There was so much to unpack about the way I felt for him.
When I came here, I had an inkling of something more being there. I knew that he was consistently on my mind any timehis name was brought up, and I felt this ache in the pit of my stomach when I thought of him with others.
Even his wife was on my shit list simply because she held that title in his life. I never liked her.
She acted like rainbows and sunshine to me, yet I knew it was all an act.
Of course, I had no idea how deep it went. When her plans were uncovered and she was executed, I thought I would feel relief.
Instead, I felt sad for Pharrell, because he lost someone he loved, and he would have the loss hanging over him for the rest of his life.
How does one get over a betrayal that steep? How do you overcome the one person that you're supposed to be able to trust the most doing what she did?
All I could do was be the support he needed. Whatever physical relationship we had was separate from the business.
During the day, we went into the office and handled paperwork and answered calls. We worked with security to keep the casinos and his clubs in line.
Then at night, we would move on to the darker side of the business. We would handle discussions of shipments and making sure that everything was set up to go to plan.
Every second I spent with him fueled the desire I felt, but I didn't dare act on it, not when others could see us. When we would go back to his home every evening, it was as if a dam broke.
Our need would overflow, and we would be tangled in each other's arms before we even made it out of the living room.
More than once, I had to gather my clothing and take it into the bedroom before going to sleep because I couldn't stand the idea of leaving the mess behind.
On and on that went. It felt like we had settled into this unspoken agreement. Neither of us chose to talk about what was going on. And I sure as hell wasn't going to be the person to discuss feelings and relationship statuses.
I wasn't even gay.
This was just... a thing we were doing.
