Page 111 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
JOE
“Joe. Joe, baby. Wake up.”
I’m drenched in sweat, the smell of blood and gunpowder so far up my nose I can taste it. This area by the loading docks is a terrible place for a pickup. Who set this up? Thank God Rand’s in the car. He looks terrified, and there’s blood running down his face, but I’m so proud of him. He fought like a beast.
“Joe? Honey, you’re having a bad dream.”
A warm hand lands on my chest, and I blink awake. Rand is hovering over me, his eyes worried. Relief floods my body, and I grab him, holding him tight.
“Hey there,” he says, his voice soft but comforting. “You’re all right. You’re right here. We’re home. We’re safe.”
I shiver and let him go. “Sorry. Did I…did I hurt you?”
He snuggles into my embrace. “No, baby. You didn’t hurt me at all. You were shouting in your sleep.” Placing his palm on my chest, his brows stitch together. “Your heart is racing still. Take a few breaths with me.”
He takes a deep breath, and I follow suit. Same on the exhale. We do this a few more times, and I feel my heartbeat slow.
“Good job, baby. Let me tend to you, okay?”
I nod, and he goes to the bathroom, coming back with a steaming washcloth. He carefully slips the plug out of my ass, gently cleaning me before running a salve over the irritated tissues. He then follows me to the bathroom and holds my cock as I piss, kissing my shoulders as he does.
Cleaning my cock thoroughly, he warms me with his mouth as I brush my teeth. I have to warn him a few times when he tries to sneak in a little bit of sucking, but otherwise, he’s perfect.
This isn’t something we do every day—I don’t think either of us would enjoy that. But this special care with a tiny bite of humiliation for him feels like a treat after the day we had yesterday.
Grayson knocks on the door and leaves me with a package I’ve been waiting for. Rand walks over and sticks his face in my neck, hugging me tightly. “What’s that?”
“A present for you.”
“For me?”
I assume shopping for a billionaire is a nearly impossible task and that his days of receiving gifts, at least meaningful ones, have long since passed.
I nod. “Hands and knees.”
His eyes widen, but he does as I ask. I needed him to be in charge last night, but the arrival of his gift is perfectly timed. It allows me to hold the reins once more while we’re in this little bubble outside of time.
I open the box, and he angles to see what I’ve purchased. His face turns a pretty red as his head hangs between his shoulders.
“I can’t believe you bought that.”
I grin, removing what looks like an old sci-fi movie space gun from the packaging. “I was going to be jealous of anyone else doing this for you.” Plugging the contraption into the wall, I grin at him. “Spread your cheeks.”
Lowering his forehead to the bed, he complies. The at-home laser removal tool comes with instructions that I already read online and memorized, and I’m anxious to get started.
I set it to medium strength and touch the gun to a bit of hair regrowth around his sensitive hole.
“Ooh, that smarts,” he says, squirming.
I lean in and kiss the tender skin. “Do you need a lower setting?”
He makes a low, disgruntled sound and resets his grip on his ass. I lower the settings, not really wanting him to be in pain, and take aim at the next tiny section down.
“Oh! Ooh,” he says, his voice pitching up as his cock hardens.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Keep it up.” I rub his ass, wishing I could see more of his embarrassment. “Actually, turn face up. Knees to your shoulders.”
He shoots a glare in my direction but doesn’t hesitate to shift to his back, reaching forward to spread his cheeks wide for me.
