Page 117 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
We make it through the bedroom door, and the second Joe closes it, I collapse into him. Words are a jumble in my brain, and all I can do is picture losing everything—the company that I care about more than I thought I ever would, the friendships I’m beginning to build, Joe—everything. Only this time, it’s because of who I am. Because people will have seen the real me.
“Baby. Rand,” he says, command in his tone. I look at him through teary eyes, and he places his hands on my shoulders. “I promise you. The pictures out there right now aren’t that bad.”
“But we…and then we…” I choke out, still unable to speak.
He smooths a hand down my back. “Look,” he says, pulling up his phone. “It’s just me holding you. They caught us after.”
I grab the phone from his hand and zoom in. It’s a beautiful picture of us. I look so safe in his arms, and he looks like a guardian, a warrior protecting his love.
And I immediately feel terrible for even thinking that. This isn’t what Joe signed up for, and beyond that, this is all my fault. One hundred percent completely and totally my fault. The only pictures they have are the ones of us on the lounger. Had I simply kept the shade up, they wouldn’t have anything. Maybe our tangled legs, but nothing identifiable.
Worse, with this, it’s clear I am not the one in charge. That Joe is soothing and comforting me. I try not to think about my father’s sneering disapproval, but somehow, that’s all I see.
“Hey,” he says, cupping my hot face in the chilly room. “Rand, look at me.”
My eyes flick to his even though my insides are burning up.
“I didn’t have anything to do with this. Nothing about today was about humiliation. I promise.”
The sincerity in his eyes is unassailable. “I know,” I answer with a shaky breath. “I know. I just…my father will be furious. And he’s going to be so fucking ugly about it.” I flap my hands, struggling to take a breath. “And then everyone will see that I’m not an alpha. That I’ve been hiding behind a façade this whole time. They’ll see me, Joe. And they’ll know everything.”
Joe’s face softens. “Will they really? Will they really know everything?”
My face burns with shame. “I know…I know that none of it is wrong. Like, in my head, I know I’m not less of a man. But the feeling part of me hasn’t caught up. I just…I’m so…”
A sob wrenches its way out of my chest. Fuck, I wanted to be so much better for Joe. For us. I shouldn’t care if people see me vulnerable. I shouldn’t care if they guess that the powerful CEO who spent years spewing nonsense about alpha this, alpha that is a big ol’ bottom most of the time.
His large hand clamps down on the back of my neck, and I lift my eyes, sniffing hard as I try not to cry. His eyes are as serious as I’ve ever seen them.
“Down on your knees.”
“Wh-what?” I ask, running the back of my hand across my nose.
Joe raises a single brow and points to the ground, his eyes dark. My brain blinks a few times, but his expression doesn’t change. What we do is less about scenes and more about intertwining kink with a few aspects of our relationship, so this is not quite…oh.
Shit. Stop thinking, Wolfe.
Just do it.
I swipe at my nose again, sniffling as I go to my knees. Wordlessly, he opens his robe and lifts his chin at me. My mouth falls open, and he pushes the head of his cock between my lips.
My body tenses, my mind protests, and I can hear my heart pounding in my ears.
“Suck. Gently.”
My brain’s been put in a blender, but I obey.
“Gently. Like you’re sucking your thumb,” he commands, his voice low and dark.
Hornets are buzzing about in my chest, but I comply, giving him the lightest suction possible.
“Good boy. Continue.”
His praise is a break in the madness. A fracture in the wall of reaction and emotion. A cool trickle for my bone-dry throat.
His cock stays soft as he strokes my hair, murmuring sweet praises. Relief cascades down my neck and shoulders. My lungs start to regulate, my stomach settles, and my brain goes from a dull roar to a whisper to silence.
I look up at him, my lashes wet.
