Page 92 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
“Shit, man. I was fucking with you. You really are sleeping with him?”
I rub my face and spy Joe across the room, charming the hell out of some high-society lady. She needs to remove her hand from his arm, or I’ll remove it for her.
Jesus, calm down, Rand.
“It’s a little more than that,” I say, shielding my eyes from him.
“Oh,” he intones on a hushed whisper. “Is this…serious?”
My eyes meet his, and knowing infuses his face with warmth.
“We both agreed it isn’t casual.”
“Oh my God. This is so dishy. I never get the good gossip,” Mads says, his hands held together in prayer. “They keep everything from CEOs.”
“Well, everything except for all of the money.”
“Oh my God, he’s turned you into a social justice warrior.”
“Are you saying that like it’s a bad thing?”
Mads’ grin is sneaky. “Not at all. Welcome to the team.”
He fist-bumps me, and I’m awkward with it.
Shaking his head, Mads can’t help but give me shit. “You are such a nerd. You should probably restrict your fist-bumps to emoji and save yourself the humiliation. Seriously, how did you get such a hottie?”
“I’m a billionaire, Mads.”
“Yeah, but he’s a badass.”
I smile to myself. He really is.
“Oh my God, what is that look?” Mads inhales sharply. “You have to tell me—does he give you everything you need?”
Mads and I don’t spend a whole lot of time on our personal lives, but when we realized we’d be friends, we got really clear on the fact that we both like men who are a little more in charge.
I bite my bottom lip.
“You dog! Do you know how hard it is to find somebody who will top a billionaire?”
“Turns out all you have to do is insult them,” I say, laughing.
“Oh my God. The sun is shining out of your face when you talk about him. You’re disgusting!” he says, smacking my arm. “I’m so fucking jealous!”
“Look, don’t jinx it. I’m not going to assume anything, but this might be a thing. It might be…real. Even if we don’t know how we’ll navigate it.”
He tilts his head from side to side. “You’ll figure it out. But you can’t leave me hanging. What’s he like in bed?”
“There is no way in hell I’m going to talk about my sex life.”
“Please. I’m in such a dry desert right now. Please give me something. A single detail. Anything,” he says, palms up in supplication.
I roll my eyes. “Fine.” After a quick scan of the room, I lean in. “He’s fantastic when he’s in charge. But he’s not this macho asshole. Sometimes…”
“What? Sometimes…?”
“Sometimes, he actually needs me.”
