Page 60 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
His strong fingers grab my chin, forcing it up. “Open your eyes.”
I comply and find nothing but his warm gaze staring back at me. “Thank you, Rand. Good job.”
I hate how right it feels to get that kind of compliment from him and to know it’s sincere.
“And thank you for making me feel better,” he continues. “That was kind of you. I’ll let you go back to your room for now.”
My eyes grow big, and I look down at my painfully hard cock, then back up at him.
A smug, knowing grin spreads across his face, and his answer shows no remorse. “You’ve already come once, greedy boy. I’m going to need you to leave that alone.”
I protest, but he shakes his head. “I have a big ask for tomorrow, but an even bigger reward if you can do me this favor.”
Grumbling, I fix him with a glare. “What?”
“When it’s time to get on social media and talk about what we’re doing, I want you to apologize. Apologize to me specifically, and then apologize to your employees.”
“They’re already drafting a statement.”
“I understand. And I’m telling you to ignore it. The people need to hear from you directly. Need to see your contrition. We’ll have Sherry take a picture of us standing side-by-side, cooperating.”
“I said I didn’t like it in public,” I grit through my teeth.
“I’m not collaring you. I’m not stalking you in the lobby. This is just an apology. And I’m confident you can handle this for me.”
“Are you seriously not going to do anything about this?” I ask, pointing at my angry cock.
He shakes his head. “When there’s nobody around, I’m going to fuck you in that big fancy boardroom of yours. So all you need is a little patience.” He helps me out of his bed and gently pushes me toward the door.
“I really fucking hate you for this.”
Suddenly his hand is around my throat, fingers pressing into my pulse points just enough to remind me who’s in charge. Whispering into my ear, he growls, “No. You don’t.”
Letting me go, he hands me my things as he pushes me out the door, then chuckles when I look back, jaw to the floor.
“Go to bed, little lamb.”
I race to my room, collapsing naked onto my luxurious bed. I’m tempted to ignore him and take myself in hand, but I know he’ll know, and I don’t want to figure out how long he’ll make me wait for my next orgasm.
My phone buzzes on my nightstand, and I pick it up, hating whoever’s trying to make me use my brain at a moment like this.
Joe: Are you okay with what we did?
I smile and roll my eyes, appreciating what he’s doing, even though it’s unnecessary.
Rand: Yes. Sexually frustrated, but I’m good.
Joe: Do you need anything?
Rand: Permission to jack off? Your rough hand on my cock? Your cock up my ass? All of these work for me.
Joe: Denied. Anything else? Water? Herbal tea?
Rand: Jerk.
Joe: You really wanna be disrespectful to me right now?
Rand: No. And thanks for asking. I’m going to try to sleep now.
Joe: Good luck.
What the hell did I just get myself into?
