Page 75 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
“That means you can’t deepthroat either.”
I wink, and his mouth falls open.
“You made me suck you like a pacifier.”
His disgruntled face is one of my favorite expressions. Biting back a laugh, I crook my finger at him, and he comes face to face with me, glowering. Wordlessly, I point down to his cock, already starting to fill again.
“You motherfucker.”
“Don’t do anything with that until I say so.”
His peevish mutterings make me smile, and I hold him until we are comfy and warm. Our soft drift into slumber is interrupted by the buzzing of his phone.
Sleepy and disgruntled, he glances at the screen then turns off the ringer before setting it facedown on the fancy ottoman. “I forgot that I blew up my father’s marketing strategy.”
“Oops.”
He shrugs. “These last few days have been insane. I’ll deal with it in the morning.”
We laugh, then fall asleep, wrapped up in each other.
