Page 52 of The Boss
Sloan raised an eyebrow at him. His company and men were more tolerable to homosexuality because Sloan grew up proud of who he was. His father never discounted him in the running of the business because of where he liked sticking his cock. When he became boss after his father’s death, Sloan made sure everyone whodidhave a problem with it ended up in the bottom of the ocean near the docks. The ones left were either gay, tolerable, allies, or very secretive in their views and weren’t dumb enough to say anything aloud.
The Italian mob, however, weren’t as open. While Sloan hadn’t heard anything about Folliero personally, he’d heard of a few men who ended up on the wrong side of a gun or bat because they were caught with other men. Then there were the soldiers who didn’t agree with being friendly with Sloan because of his sexual tastes. The fact that Elio was so open about his interest intrigued him.
“I can give you a few places to visit. It’ll cost you for the information and my permission to choose one.” Sloan stroked Conall’s arm and brought his palm to his mouth, laying a gentle kiss on it.
“I’d happily pay for it,” Elio answered, his hungry gaze roaming over Conall.
Sloan smirked. “Down, boy. This one is mine.”
Folliero nudged his son and rose. He straightened his Armani suit and buttoned it up. “We will be happy to send over another four this afternoon.”
“The Italians that shot up our brothel didn’t wear suits. Didn’t you at least teach your son class?” Conall asked, surprising all three men, even Sloan.
Folliero squinted at him in thought. “He grew up in the slums with his mother. He only found out about me when he was sixteen. His style has not been influenced by me, I assure you, sir.”
Conall snorted but didn’t say anything else. Sloan patted him on the thigh, urging him to get up. When he did, Sloan made his way around the desk and held out his hand. Folliero shook it.
“I trust your loyalty, Lorenzo, but don’t make the mistake of thinking we’re friends. If you do something stupid like warn your bastard that we’re coming for him, or kill him before I do, I will punish you instead.”
Folliero smiled widely. “I wouldn’t expect any less from Niall Killough’s son.”
“Good. You can see yourself out.”
With a bow of his head, Folliero and Elio exited the office, their soldiers at their heels. Sloan’s men followed them out, just to make sure they left the mansion completely. It left them on their own.
Sloan turned to his pet, cupping his cheek and dragging him into a deep soul-sucking kiss that left Sloan craving more. Everything about his pet left him wanting in ways he hadn’t felt before. There was something satisfying about consuming his pet in every way Conall would, and wouldn’t, let him. He wanted to fuck his hole and mouth with both his tongue and his cock, claiming Conall as his, every night if he could.
“You did so well, pet,” Sloan purred against Conall’s delicious mouth. “Let me treat you.”
Conall’s breathing deepened and he licked his lips. “Please.”
“Come with me.” Sloan slipped his fingers through Conall’s and led his pet out of the office. They headed up the elegant stairs and toward Sloan’s bedroom rather than Conall’s. Like he’d instructed, the tub in the connecting bathroom was filled with a hot bubble bath. Steam floated through the air, fogging up the his-and-her mirrors above the basins.
“Take your clothes off.” Sloan was already slipping his suit jacket off his shoulders, before unbuttoning his shirt. Conall didn’t need telling twice. He ripped off his shirt carelessly, the buttons bouncing on the floor tiles, before working on his long pants and wriggling out of them, leaving him in his tight red-checkered underwear.
Sloan was slower in taking off his clothes, but he enjoyed the way Conall’s eyes ate him up like he was a dessert to be devoured. Each day that passed, his pet openly showed his enjoyment of Sloan’s body a little more. The growth was beautiful to watch, and he wanted to see more. He wanted his pet tobeghim for it without being asked. As fun as it was to see Conall pretend he didn’t like it, those types of games got boring quickly.
Sloan unbuttoned his dress pants and hooked his thumbs in the waistband, smirking at the way Conall licked his lips. His hard cock pressed insistently against his underwear, showing Sloan just how much his pet liked the show. “Are you getting into the bath, pet?”
Conall snapped out of his daze and rolled his eyes. His underwear came off next, his erection springing out when he shoved them off and kicked them to the side. Sloan shoved his pants down his legs and stepped out of them, reaching for Conall. His pet shifted closer, bare and flawless in his naked glory, and Sloan unclipped the collar from around his neck, throwing it onto the bathroom’s vanity.
They stepped into the bath together, the warm water soaking their bodies as they took a seat in the deep-set tub. Sloan took the position behind, his back pressed against the curved porcelain, with Conall between his legs. He cuddled his pet closer, inhaling the fresh smell of lilac that filled the room. Between the heat against his muscles and the scent caressing his nose, serenity washed over him and he relaxed.
Conall rested his head against Sloan’s shoulder and exhaled, eyes slipping closed. “That’s nice.”
“Good for the sore muscles.” Sloan kissed him beside his ear and then again on the cheek. “I don’t know what I enjoy more. The bubble bath or your naked body against me.”
“Can’t you enjoy both?” Conall raised his chin, seeking Sloan’s lips, and Sloan didn’t argue. He cupped his pet’s jaw and slanted his mouth over Conall’s, kissing him deeply. He tasted like strawberries, sweet and delicious and addictive.
“What’s this for? I’ve never seen you so pliant,” Sloan teased.
“Maybe I’m just thanking you for saving my arse.”
“I think of your arse as my property. Of course I’m going to save it.”
Conall grunted in disbelief. “Typical.”
Sloan laughed.
