Page 25 of The Apprentice
Fionn stared up at me, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “Are you mad?”
I broke out of my thoughts and stared down at him, unsure what to say. No, I wasn’t mad. If anything, my cock grew harder than ever. I thought I might explode in my underwear. The warmth that swelled in my body went from mild to a lava that had me ready to burst. IwantedFionn so bad it fucking hurt.
“No.” I smiled and tucked a piece of Fionn’s sandy hair behind his ear, which earned me a sweet pout. “You’re beautiful.”
Fionn’s eyes widened. “I am?”
His words broke my heart. It was as though he’d been waiting his entire life for someone to pay him a compliment, and now that someone finally had, he didn’t know how to believe it.
The expression on his face had my chest clenching. He wanted to be loved, but I couldn’t be that person. It wasn’t fair for him. He didn’t know that I had once been in love with his father. Irefusedto use Fionn as a replacement.
“Maybe we shouldn’t?—”
“Don’t say that,” he whispered harshly, desperation overtaking him. “Please. It’smybirthday and I want this. I want you.”
How could I say no? Only an idiot could deny Fionn with that attractive face. I leaned my forehead against his and sighed. I wasn’t that idiot.
Clearly taking my silence as a yes, Fionn tilted his chin and slanted his mouth over mine, pulling me into a desperate kiss that ignited my desire to devour him. I cupped his face and shoved him back against the wall again. He moaned, weaving his arms around my shoulders and dragging me closer.
I slid my hand down to his neck and grasped it, holding tighter than necessary, but by the sounds he was making, he didn’t mind.
“Oh, fuck. Daddy. Choke me more.”
The second time hearing Daddy wasn’t as shocking, and my cock twitched even more fiercely than before. I didn’t think I could grow any harder, but my cock was damned well trying.
I didn’t want to hurt him. If Sloan saw any bruises on him and Fionn admitted where he’d gotten them, Sloan would come for my head, and my cock, too.
I couldn’t help but nip at Fionn’s jaw, though, before laying a kiss where my teeth left a mark. If I had my way, I would give him hickeys all over his body to claim ownership—a deep desirethat I had always fantasized about—but I couldn’t go that far with him. It was out of bounds.
“Daddy Daire?” He tilted his head and smiled. “Tell me I’m beautiful again.”
With the hand not holding his throat, I caressed his face gently, running my thumb over the sharp cheekbone that pointed to Fionn’s soft lips like an arrow directing me toward what to claim. My heart gave a hard tug at the words that left my sweet boy’s mouth.
“You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” I murmured, sliding my thumb over Fionn’s bottom lip. If I thought about it long enough, it was true. He was even more striking than Eoin. “And you’re going to make an amazing boss for this company. Sloan is proud of you.I’mproud of you, and I know your dad would be, too.”
Fionn shuddered and his eyes grew watery, but no tears slipped down his cheeks despite beading at the corners. He smiled gently. “Thank you.”
I didn’t like the emotions clumping together in my gut. A mixture of guilt, desire, and sympathy was a horrible combination, but still, I couldn’t make myself walk away, even though my mind screamed at me to get out of there. I wouldn’t leave Fionn now. This was more than sex. I couldn’t quite put a name to it, but I had something heneeded.
I gave him a kind smile. “Come on, boy. Let’s go into your room.”
He exhaled and slid to the door, grabbing the handle and opening it before dragging me in by my blue tie. I went willingly and kicked the door closed, then flipped on the light. Seizing him by the neck again, I spun him and shoved him against the wall near the door. He let out a grunt at the rough treatment but grinned, eyes darkening.
In slow, purposeful movements, I yanked him forward to grab the lapels of his charcoal suit jacket and slip it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. The deep purple tie went, too. His shirt was next, and I undid the first button, then leaned forward to lay a gentle, teasing kiss against the base of his neck.
Another button was undone.
Another kiss.
My mouth followed the unbuttoning, nibbling and kissing every inch of skin exposed for my hungry gaze.
When I finally had Fionn’s shirt open, I slid it off his shoulders with his jacket and pushed him against the wall again. I stepped back to appreciate the sight of his bare chest, which was mostly smooth except for a trail of hair between his small defined pecs and below his belly button. His abs were tight, and he had the build of a swimmer—slim yet muscular. My mouth watered. I wanted to take the time to press kisses across the entirety of his flesh. I’d stop only to suck on his small nipples and add my teeth marks to them so he was reminded of who he belonged to every time his shirt rubbed up against them.
Fionn watched me closely, intrigue and desire clouding his eyes. He stayed still and didn’t reach for me like I thought he would, and that gave me a control I’d never had before. Sure, I was second-in-command of the largest mafia on this side of the country, but this was different. Fionntrustedme. Wantedme.
“Turn around,” I ordered, my voice strong and dominant. “Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs.”
Fionn’s eyes went bright, and he spun around, slapping his palms against the wall like I had instructed. He slid his knees apart, rocking his hips backward to give me a perfect view of his cute bubble butt. I paused for a moment to appreciate the way his cheeks looked in the custom-fit suit pants.
