Page 2 of The Boss
Conall gritted his teeth but breathed through his nose to force himself to keep a smile. “Don’t push it, John. You forget what sort of information we have on you. Does your wife know you come to the Virtue?”
The color drained from John’s face and his glare deepened.
“A free hour is fine, isn’t it, John? Or should I call you Tim?”
John nodded sharply.
“Good. Well, you know the way to the exit. Make sure you visit Sam on the way out. He’ll make note of your free hour.” Conall held out his hand, but the politician looked at it in disgust then spun on his heel, storming down the hallway. Conall shrugged. “Alice, round up the others, even if you have to walk in on a session. Offer the clients the free time. I need all of you at the entrance immediately. No excuses from anyone, especially not from Forrest. I don’t care what he has to say, hewillbe there as well.”
“My client won’t come back,” Alice hissed.
Conall sighed. He knew the argument was coming. Alice wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t argue with him. “He’s a man who likes you and what you offer him. He’s obsessed with your cunt. He’ll be back. Get the others. Now.”
She looked like she was about to argue further, but she kept her mouth shut and spun on her ridiculously high heels and stormed down the hallway.
He rolled his eyes and headed to his room. It was on the third floor, which meant he had to take the stairs at the far end of the corridor. The stairs were as glamorous as the rest of the mansion, with intricate patterns carved into the stone handrails. They were wide, the steps made of marble with beautiful patterns poured into them.
When he got to his room, Conall grabbed some clothes out of his wardrobe, laying them on the bed, and went straight to the en suite bathroom. He took off his clothes and stepped into the dual-headed shower. The water was hot on his sore muscles, just the way he liked it. It slid over his shoulders and down his back, warming his sun-flushed skin.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, tugging on it gently at first while tweaking his nipples. He leaned against the shower’s tiled wall, using it as leverage as he jacked off. With closed eyes, he imagined fucking Forrest like he had last night. He’d held the whore down by the back of his neck as he pumped into him, his cock drilling his arsehole until Forrest came, screaming his name.
“Fuck!” Conall threw his head back against the wall, his balls drawn tight to his body. Two more strokes and he came, his seed splattering across the glass that surrounded the shower. His shoulders trembled as the remnants of his release shot through him, making his knees weak. When he’d gained enough strength to stand properly, he grabbed one of the showerheads and aimed it at the streaks of cum, watching it slide down the glass and swirl into the drainpipe.
Conall washed himself quickly before he turned off the water and stepped out. He dried himself and wrapped the towel around his waist, moving back into his room, then paused at the doorway.
Forrest’s long, lean, and very naked body stretched across his bed, his knees wide apart and his bubbly arse exposed to Conall’s hungry gaze. He rested on his belly, his arms folded under his cheek as he peered at Conall seductively.
“Hi.”
Conall swallowed, his cock already twitching beneath his towel. His stare slid over the dip of the whore’s smooth back, over the fleshy arsecheeks, and down his long legs, the same legs that had wrapped around his waist last night.
“What are you doing here? Didn’t Alice tell you to go to the foyer?”
Forrest smirked and slipped off the bed. He glided closer to Conall, laying his palm on Conall’s chest. He slid it over his nipples and along his ribs. “I thought we could have a little fun first. My last client didn’t satisfy me.”
Conall snorted. Most assumed that whores hated sex after having it so frequently, but Forrest was insatiable. He craved it every minute of the day, or at least he wanted Conall’s cock whenever he could have it.
He swiped Forrest’s creeping hand as it headed toward the edge of the towel. “Not today. The big boss is coming.”
“Big boss?” Forrest’s blond eyebrows rose. “Which one?”
“Killough.”
“The mob boss?” He stepped back, arms crossed over his slim chest. “Since when does he visit us?”
“He can visit us whenever the fuck he wants.” Conall adjusted himself through the towel. He was human, after all, and Forrest was one of the hottest whores they had. He was young, tall, and had a body that bent to a client’s will. He had long limbs that seemed to wind around Conall, and his face was as perfect as the rest of him with high cheekbones, fuckable plump lips, and pretty dark forest-green eyes. He could have been a model, but he claimed he loved sex and money too much.
“And what? He’s going to choose a whore?” Forrest huffed. “This is the only free hour I get. I wantyouto fuck me.”
“Too bad. Get dressed…” Conall raised an eyebrow at Forrest’s bare body. “Unless you think that will win you some favors.”
“Is he hot?” He smirked at Conall and cocked his hip challengingly.
Conall shrugged. Forrest’s mistake was believing that he was something more to him other than a fuck. His body might have been magnificent, but Conall wasn’t seeking anything more. He’d done the relationship thing before and wasn’t looking for another one. They sucked, and not in the way he preferred.
“Get your hot arse downstairs. Now.”
“It’sass, not arse. I hate it when you say that.”
