Page 54 of The Boss
Conall wriggled in his hold, but Sloan didn’t miss the way his breathing deepened, his cheeks darkening to crimson under the dying light of the sun. “Show me this car.”
Sloan laughed at the obvious distraction technique then moved over to the keypad. He typed in the passcode before laying his hand on the palmprint scanner, Conall scrutinizing him carefully the entire time.
“Are you the only one who can get in?” he asked after the scanner beeped at Sloan.
The doors shifted and began to open. “Me and the men who clean and take care of my collection.”
“Your collection?” Conall’s eyes widened when the doors had come to a stop, the lights of the garage illuminating the large area that protected his cars. They ranged in size, shape, and model, and Sloan had acquired all the exotic and homegrown beauties he’d fantasized about owning as a child. His royal-purple Lamborghini was his favorite, of course, but he wasn’t the type of guy to be picky when it came to expensive cars.
“Holy fucking Christ, I think I just came in my pants,” Conall whispered, mouth parted. “How have you not told me about this yet?”
Sloan rested his hand on Conall’s lower back, guiding him into the garage. His pet almost looked afraid, as though he’d damage the cars just by stepping closer to them. “You never asked.”
“I didn’t know I needed to ask what kind of cars you had.”
“Now you know, and what’s mine is yours, pet.”
It took a few seconds for the words to penetrate into Conall’s mind because it took that long for his gaze to whip toward Sloan. “What?”
Sloan shifted into his personal space and curled his arms around him. He tugged him closer so their bodies were pressed against each other, and breathed in the citrus scent of his pet’s aftershave.Woodsy and musky.Beautiful.
“That’s the benefit of being my pet. What’s mine is yours. As long as you get my permission to leave first, you can drive these cars whenever you want.”
Conall grasped his upper arms, squeezing tightly. He stared up at Sloan with a sense of wonder that Sloan hadn’t seen on his face before. He decided he wanted to see it more often. As much as he loved the rebel in Conall, he also wanted to see the compliance and excitement every so often.
“You’re serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re mine now, and I plan to take care of you for a very long time. That means making you happy, pet.”
“Well…” Conall’s eyes drifted to the Mustang on the right—as red as the collar on his neck—sleek and glinting under the lights of the garage. “I’ve always wanted to drive one of those.”
Sloan laughed. “We’ll take it for a drive tomorrow. We need to go, or we’ll be late for our dinner reservations.”
“Where are we going?”
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out, pet.”
Conall’s mouth twisted unhappily, but he followed Sloan toward the car without any more arguments. He paused beside the passenger door, his fingers reaching for it, but he snapped his hand back, as though it’d bite if he touched it. “Is this real or am I in a dream?”
Sloan stopped beside him and grabbed the door handle, opening it and pulling the door upward. “It’s as real as you want it to be.”
Conall glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “Maybe being your pet won’t be so bad…”
Sloan laughed deeply. “Don’t pretend you don’t like my cock inside you.” He wrapped his arm around Conall’s waist, pressing his chest against his back. “Mm, you smell nice. I could eat you all up.”
Conall smirked at him and grabbed Sloan’s hand, putting it on his hard cock his jeans were currently constraining. “Why don’t you, then? Your face, my arse.”
Sloan’s eyes widened. It was the first time Conall offered a rimjob on his own free will. Sloan squeezed Conall’s erection. “Mm. If you’re a good boy, I might just do that for you, pet.”
“What does being a good pet involve?” His arse shoved back against Sloan’s own hardening erection.
“Not teasing his master before his master takes him out to dinner is a good start,” Sloan whispered into his ear.
Conall snorted. “But where’s the fun in that?”
Sloan laughed and urged Conall into the Lamborghini. He closed the door behind him, taking notice of the way his pet drew his knees closer to his body, like he was afraid they would hit the console. Exotic cars like this one didn’t have much room in them, but Sloan wasn’t such a control freak that he’d be upset if Conall accidently hit it. He loved his cars, but he also had the money to splurge.
Sloan slipped behind the wheel and rolled his shoulders. “Ready, pet?”
