Page 72 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
“Time’s a-wasting, billionaire. It’s better when it’s warm.”
He shivers around my cock as he braces himself and leans forward, taking a tentative lick.
“You can do better than that,” I say, pushing his face in it. “Lick it up like you mean it.”
I wait till he nods before letting him up. Breathing heavily, he begins licking up his cum in long, satisfying stripes.
“Oh, yeah,” I growl, draping myself over him, thrusting. “Now that’s a good boy.”
He moans and practically makes love to the table with his tongue, chasing every drop. I caress his neck, feeling his pulse race under my fingertips. It seems that even post-orgasm, humiliation is enough to keep him going.
When the table is properly spit-shined, I slip from his body, the tip of the condom hanging from my half-hard dick, full of cum. Standing, I face him toward me and lick the cum from his cheek and nose, then help him into his underwear and slacks, tuck him in, belt him up, and straighten his hair, lewd as my spent cock brushes him with every move.
I lean in for a kiss, exploring him gently as his breathing returns to normal. “Take off my condom and lick me clean.”
He kneels and does as asked, then disposes of the evidence. I pour him a tumbler of water. “Drink.”
He complies, downing it in one go, still quiet and a little dazed-looking. I pull him into my arms and nuzzle into his hair. “You okay, baby?”
He nods, snuggling against me. “You were perfect. Fuck, I don’t know how, but you just get me.”
I let out a deep breath, happy he enjoyed it. He whines when I pull away too quickly, and I place a finger on his pretty red lips.
“A security guard will be by in about thirty seconds.”
His eyes go wide, and I wink at him. “I told you. I’ve got you.”
We walk out of the boardroom and across the suite to the bank of elevators. With a shaky hand, Rand swipes his badge, one of the doors opens for us, and we step inside.
Just as the doors close, a security guy rounds the corner, heading straight for the executive suite.
Rand turns to me, his mouth in an adorable O. I hold up my finger, glancing at the discreet video camera in the corner. I know he needs reassurances, but I’ve first got to get him to the penthouse.
We take the elevator down to the security level, where Edgerton is waiting. His eyes dart between us before he ushers us into the tunnel entrance. Rand is perfectly quiet, looking at his hands as we make our way to his private elevator.
Once inside, I turn to Edgerton. “What kind of security do you have in this elevator?”
“Sound and video, along with some enhanced safety features.”
“And who owns the media? Who has access to it?”
“Just me.”
Rand glances over at me, nervous. I open an arm to him, and he quickly slips into the side embrace, gripping me tightly.
“You still okay?” I whisper into the side of his head as I run my fingers over his cashmere-covered rib cage.
With his lips pressed together, he gives me a quick nod.
“Just a few more minutes until Edgerton does his walk through the penthouse, okay?”
“Okay.”
Edgerton, to his credit, schools his face as the elevator doors open. He steps into the space with a nod in our direction and immediately begins his sweep. He’s mostly checking the logs for potential visitors while looking for recording and tracking devices.
As we wait in the foyer, Grayson greets us and, like a practiced professional, doesn’t outwardly react to the fact that his boss is attached to my side in an intimate embrace.
“Grayson, I think you can take the afternoon,” I say, looking to Rand for confirmation.
