Page 73 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
Distracted, he nods. “Yes, Grayson. Thank you.”
Grayson heads out, taking the service door by the elevator.
A few minutes later, Edgerton joins us again. “Everything’s secure. Do you plan on going out any time this evening?”
Rand shakes his head.
Edgerton looks between us again, then wordlessly makes his way out the service door.
Rand, still a little cum drunk, rests his head on my shoulder. “That had to be the hottest fucking sex I’ve ever had. My legs feel like Jell-O, and I need you to snuggle me, hardcore.” Side-eyeing me, he asks, “What the fuck did you do to me?”
I shrug. “Gave you what you needed, that’s all.”
“I pay guys to top me, and they still treat me like the CEO. You’ve never treated me like the CEO, even when you call me a billionaire.”
He finally looks at me. I smile.
“People forget that CEO is just a hat like any other. Same with sub and Dom and top and bottom…I mean, when did people stop asking which hat they wanted to wear today? This hour? This minute?”
He stitches his brows together. “Never heard it put that way.”
I hold out my hand, and he takes it. “Now you have.”
We make our way into the living room, and the couches look like the perfect spot for some aftercare. I turn to Rand. “I don’t know about you, but I want to be in some jammies. Want to get changed and meet back here in three minutes?”
Rand bites his lip then pulls me in for a fierce kiss. “Deal.”
We laugh as we run to opposite sides of the enormous penthouse. I race through my little suite and grab my new flannel pajama bottoms and my old college tank top. Stripping in record time, I yank on the tank top, then shove my legs into the bottoms, pulling them up as I run to the kitchen. I fill up a fancy sports bottle with water and grab one of Rand’s wooden mixing bowls, tossing in snacks and comfort food from the pantry.
I make my way back into the living room, sliding on my socks, coming to a stop in front of Rand. He’s stretched out on the couch, hands behind his head, looking smug.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I say, knowing it’ll make him blush.
He lowers his head, smiling. “I don’t know why I get this way around you. It’s annoying as hell.”
“Annoying? Might want to have a conversation with your penis about that. He seems to really enjoy it.”
He laughs and grabs the bowl of goodies from me. “Shut up.”
“First, drink,” I say, shoving the sports bottle in his face.
He rolls his eyes but takes a few deep swigs, then selects fruit snacks from the bowl before offering it to me.
I scrunch my nose. “I’ll get some in a bit, but I need to get some touch time with you if you don’t mind.”
He nods, and I lean back in my corner of the couch, beckoning him. He crawls over and lies on top of me, his head on my chest. I run my hands up and down his back, grateful for his weight.
“This feels so good,” he mumbles into my pec. “I just feel so fucking safe with you. Even when you’re pushing my face into my own cum.”
I tighten my arms around him and tangle my legs with his. “It helps me to hear that,” I say, kissing the top of his head.
He looks up at me, smiling. “Wait, did you not enjoy making me lick my cum off the table?”
“Oh no, I loved it. I just need to make sure that you loved it as well. And that you know that I’m not trying to be some controlling asshole.”
“Do you know how I know you’re not an asshole?”
I shake my head. He kisses my chest. “I don’t feel bad about myself around you.”
