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Exhausted, I pulled out gently and took off the rubber, then tied it and threw it into the trash next to Fionn’s bed. I collapsed beside him.
Fionn had his eyes closed, the biggest smile that I’d ever seen on his face. “Wow.”
I kissed his shoulder and whispered, “You’re so fucking perfect.”
He gasped and trembled, eyes snapping open so he could stare at me. “Thank you, Daddy.”
My heart ached.Fuck.
I tugged harder at the memory, jerking my cock as fast as I could.
That night, I’d slunk from the room after Fionn fell asleep. I’d tried to pretend nothing had happened, but he hadn’t let me. He was relentless, and I discovered that when he wanted something, he’d stop at nothing to get it. I was weak when it came to him, and after a night like that, I couldn’t resist the temptation of his body. Like a rubber band, my ability to reject him snapped.
Even so, I refused to be anything more than fuck buddies. Fionn wanted more—I saw it in the way he looked at me, eyes begging—but I’d set down my rules. Fuckingonly. Fionn always treated me much better than everyone else—minus Sloan—but his attitude had become more hostile recently. His anger at me and my refusal for anything more than sex had exploded.
I clenched my eyes and threw back my head as my orgasm ripped through me, making my spine straighten and my muscles tense. I called Fionn’s name under my breath, cursing the man for controlling my thoughts. Regular sex didn’t dwindle mydesire for him. He was the only man since that night that had captured my attention.
Cum shot from my slit, spraying to the floor and washing away with the hot water as it circled the drain. I shuddered through my pleasure, and when my balls were empty, I finally managed to pry my eyes open again and stare down at myself. My tattoo-covered abs continued to quiver, and my cockhead was red, still caught by my white-knuckled fist.
“Fuck.”
Sex with Fionn was honestly the best I’d ever had.
Groaning, I dropped my head forward. I was doomed. Spending time with Fionn was killing me. I had no idea what I’d done to deserve this torture, but whatsweet,sweetagony it was.
A sharp knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and I grunted. “What?”
“Get out of there, little bro. We’re hitting the clubs like old times.”
I cursed. Going out was the last thing I wanted, but Aodhan would never let it go if I said no.
6
FIONN
I held myself tall in the chair I sat in, keeping my presence imposing like Sloan had taught me.“Being the boss is a game of wits and dominance.”Sloan had taken a deep drink of his favorite whiskey for an effective pause.“Even if you aren’t in the mood, you always have to be prepared.”
So, I stayed ready.
Across from me, sitting behind his desk in his leather office chair, was Sloan. Conall lounged in a seat beside him.
“The Italians are hiding valuable information,” Sloan murmured, stroking his chin. “I wish I was surprised, but I’m not. You should never trust Follieros.”
Conall sighed. “Elio’s been fine, but he’s been touchy recently because of what happened to Matteo.”
“I know.” Sloan made a displeased sound and stared at me thoughtfully. “This is the danger of being in love with your right-hand man. It’s his job to protect you, and when he does that, you need to stay immune to feelings.”
I startled.
Was Sloan saying that specifically for a reason or did he purely mean Elio and Matteo? Sloan knew I was fucking Daire. I could tell by the way he watched us with a knowing stare. Most of the generals in the Company had the same idea, giving us pointed looks when they thought we weren’t paying attention, but they didn’t outright say it, so I couldn’t approach anyone about it. A small part of me liked the idea of them knowing there was something going on because I wanted it to be that way with Daire—and more.
“Elio is young, and his concern for Matteo is a weakness,” Sloan said.
Conall stared at me carefully, but I made a point of ignoring him. I wouldn’t lash out like I wanted to because I was trying to prove to Sloan I could do this.
“What do you want me to do about it?” I asked, squaring my shoulders. “I can go over to Elio’s immediately and demand access to the book.”
Sloan shook his head and raised his hand, smoothing it over Conall’s hair. The attention he gave his pet was sweet—or as much as it could be for a mob boss. His thumb worked over Conall’s temple, and Conall tilted his head toward Sloan, enjoying the devotion. “No. We want to handle him subtly. We don’t want Elio to know we’re aware of what he has.”
