Page 60 of The Boss
Sloan pursed his lips. “No, he wasn’t. Taylor was no more special to me than any of my other pets. He was the more tolerable one of them, but he didn’t spark my interest like I thought he would. He was stunning, beautiful, and even gave me a hard-on, but I grew bored of him quickly.”
Conall stayed silent for a second, and Sloan didn’t think he’d say anything, until he opened his mouth again. “Did you let him get taken?”
Sloan’s eyes narrowed, anger stirring low in his gut. His hold on Conall’s hand tightened so much that his pet hissed. “What kind of question is that? I’ve never been cruel to my pets unless they betrayed me. Taylor was boring, placid, but he never did anything to warrant me letting him be taken and tortured.” When Conall grimaced in pain, Sloan finally released his hand and shifted away, insulted in a way he hadn’t ever been before. “If you must know, Taylor was clothes shopping when he was kidnapped. My men were watching him, but they were attacked, and Taylor was taken. He had a collar like yours, but he never had a tracker in it. By the time I found him, it was too late. But I’ve told you before, I made the men who took him regret it.”
A flash of guilt passed over Conall’s face and his lips twisted. He swallowed and cleared his throat. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to accuse you.”
“You did mean it, pet, you just realized how wrong you were in doing it.” Sloan rested his chin on his hands. “I pride myself on honesty, Conall.”
His pet startled at his given name.
“I am not a good man. I have blood on my hands, lots of it, and I do not regret the men and women I’ve killed to keep my company safe and thriving. But I’ve never hurt my pets unless they deserved it. If you ask me something, I will answer you truthfully.”
Conall lowered his gaze, but when he raised it again, he stood from his chair and walked around to Sloan’s side of the table. To Sloan’s mild surprise, he slipped onto his lap, knees resting either side of Sloan’s thighs. His arse pressed flush against Sloan’s crotch, his comfortable weight making Sloan’s cock twitch with interest.
Sloan curled his arms around his pet’s waist, dragging him closer until their chests were flush against each other. “What’s this?”
“I might be apologizing.” Conall sent him a crooked smile. “Mightbe.”
“Really?” Sloan inhaled the masculine scent, the wisps of spice that made him want to bury his face in his pet’s neck. “You? Genuinely apologize? I want to hear this.”
He rubbed his arse against Sloan’s rapidly hardening cock, and it rose so quickly that it was if his pet hadn’t given him a blowjob only fifteen minutes earlier. What was it about Conall that had Sloan’s body reacting this way? He’d had some of the most beautiful men in his bed, Taylor included, but none had kept his interest piqued like this stubborn, rebellious man. Sloan continually wanted more from him, even in ways he shouldn’t.
Conall mouthed Sloan’s jaw and down his neck, his tongue darting out to trace the veins along the long column of flesh. He shifted the collar of Sloan’s dress shirt out of the way, and to Sloan’s surprise, he nibbled on the skin there until it would surely bruise.
Thrills of pleasure shot through Sloan, heading south and straight to his balls, making them grow heavier by the second. His pet worked him like he was a professional from the Virtue. How much had Conall learned from the people who worked for them? Maybe the blond-haired beauty had taught him a few things. The thought made his gut twist with jealousy. His pet liked that whore, which meant Sloan couldn’t kill him, much to his disappointment.
Sloan grabbed Conall’s arse, squeezing it. “Mm. You’re such a tease, pet.”
“Don’t tell a soul my secret,” Conall whispered in his ear, his breath tickling.
“Never. You’re my tease now. No one will ever know about your talent.”
Conall rolled his hips, his confined cock rubbing up against Sloan’s. “Maybe I’m coming to like that idea.”
“You just like my cars.”
He rolled his eyes at Sloan. “They’re an added bonus. I might like your cock too, but if you think I’ll admit it to anyone, you have another thing coming. I have a reputation to keep.”
Sloan slid his hand under Conall’s shirt and up his back, caressing the warm skin as he went. “And what kind of reputation is that?”
Conall leaned closer, lips inches away from Sloan’s as they curved into a sly grin. “That I’m resisting you.”
Sloan laughed deeply. “You don’t have to pretend, pet. Everyone knows how much you want my cock.” He squeezed his arse again for good measure. “But I like it when you pretend.”
“Yeah?” Conall’s grin widened.
“Yes.”
“So what happens when I sayfuckagain? Are you going to spank me?”
Sloan raised an eyebrow. “Do you actually want me to, pet?”
Conall’s eyes darkened, and it was the answer Sloan needed. Excitement stirred inside him at the thought of putting his pet over his knee and spanking those arsecheeks until they were blushing under his palm.
“Swear again and I might just do that.”
Conall’s tongue swiped his bottom lip, gaze running along Sloan’s body and stopping at where their hard bulges pressed against each other. He leaned closer, the scent of his cologne teasing Sloan’s nose. “Fuck you.”
