Page 59 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
I nod into the pillow, embarrassed by how much I need to be kept very, very safe.
He hums into my ear. “Stay exactly like this but arch your back. I want a better look at your hole.”
I stifle a moan, shaking my head.
“That wasn’t a request.”
I pound the bed with the side of my fist, then do as he says, arching my back, exposing myself completely to him.
He goes silent for several seconds, and I die a thousand deaths.
“You have a lot of hair here,” he observes dryly, lightly circling the sensitive skin with a finger.
When he pulls away, I squeeze my cheeks together and cross my ankles, bringing the pillow up to the sides of my face. Fuck, my dick is so hard it’s almost painful.
“I’ll be right back.” Tapping the inside of my knee, he commands, “Widen your knees for me.”
Groaning, I obey as the air conditioning kisses along my skin. Moments later, he steps back into the room and whistles under his breath.
“This would be such a pretty sight without that dirty, hairy hole. Thankfully, I can fix these things.”
A few moments later, he settles in behind me, humming to himself. I shiver when his fingers circle the entrance, accompanied by something slick.
“I have to wash your ass for you, Rand, so I can shave you.”
A hot washcloth is run along the same sensitive area. “Just wiping away the soap, dirty boy.”
Something cold and wet lands on my hole, and I scream into the pillow.
Smack. I imagine the perfectly red handprint on my ass and nearly come right then and there.
“Now, be still. You don’t want me to nick such a sensitive area.”
I look back and see him with a razor in hand.
He lowers the razor and looks deep into my eyes, empathy immediately returning to his expression. “We can stop if you’d like.”
I shake my head and shove my face back into the pillow.
“Good boy,” he says, rubbing my back like he knows I need the praise as much as the other.
Seconds later, he pulls a cheek to the side, and it takes everything in me not to flinch when he swipes the blade across the sensitive skin. It doesn’t hurt, and he’s very careful not to nick me. Still, it makes my skin pucker and my spine stiffen. Quickly, he moves to the other side, pulling the opposite cheek away as he glides the sharp razor across the minuscule amount of hair.
He rumbles his approval and a warm wet cloth makes me jump again.
“This is so much better. I’m going to need you to make a wax appointment for the future so you can be appropriately prepared for me.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Shit. “Uh…thank you.”
His approving hum feels like every good thing in the world.
Palming my hip, he whispers, “Flip over.”
I do as I’m told but pull the pillow with me, covering my face.
“Nuh-uh,” he says, tugging the pillow out of my tight grasp. “Look at me.”
I lower my chin, shaking my head.
