Page 83 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
RAND
I’min that delicious state of half-sleep, where I’m aware of things going on around me, but I don’t really want to wake up, don’t really want to open my eyes or move from this bed that smells like Joe.
The aroma of fresh coffee fills my nose and rough fingers card my hair. I blink up and see Joe wearing a roguish smile, dressed to perfection, holding a mug of coffee.
“Thought I’d let you rest a little extra after last night.” He sets the coffee on the bedside table. I rub my eyes and stretch my back, sitting up against a stack of pillows that perfectly cradle me.
I pick up the mug and sip it, making eye contact with Joe as I do. My cheeks heat as I remember what we did, and I want to taste his cum so badly.
Pulling back the covers, I reveal my naked hard-on. Joe smiles and leans forward, taking me in his mouth, gently sucking the sensitive head of my cock. He pauses to suck on a finger, which he edges up behind my balls, circling my hole.
He slips inside, just to the first knuckle or so, teasing me as he increases the suction on my cock. I moan, and he pushes farther inside, hooking his finger, pressing on the spot that makes me see stars.
“Not going to last,” I say. “Unless you want me to.”
My dick still in his mouth, he shakes his head, then pulls back with a pop. “No, we’ve got a lot of work to do today.”
I bury my fingers in the hair on the back of his head, and I feel his throat relax as I delicately scratch his scalp. He looks up at me with his gorgeous brown eyes, and I fuck his throat, losing control a little.
Okay, maybe he can deepthroat.
He grabs my thighs in a bruising grip, and I shout as I come in wave after wave. I shout again when he reminds me of my prostate, rubbing against it, sending more cum down his throat. I finally let go of his head, and he sits back on his haunches, looking so proud of himself.
“I like the way you look in my bed, Joe.”
He skims up my body, delivering a cum-soaked kiss. “I like the way you look when you’re coming inside my mouth, billionaire.”
“You’re welcome to stay in here anytime you want,” I say, pulling down his waistband and underwear to get at his thick cock.
“C’mon, Rand. We gotta get moving,” he says, thrusting into my hand.
Grabbing the lube from the nightstand, I stroke him to full hardness. “Can’t have you talking to the company unsatisfied. It’s bad for business.”
His breathing goes heavy as I find a good rhythm, slicking him up and down, up and down. “Fuck, Rand. You’re so good at that.”
He gives in, lying back on the bed, coming on a shout as I finish him off with my mouth, swallowing everything he has to give me. He wraps his powerful arms around me, plundering my mouth until I have to tap out for air.
The softness in his eyes layered with the passion and strength he’s shown since our first day together send my feelings headlong off a cliff.
Finally, having lazed in bed far too long, he nudges me.
“Come on, drink your coffee. We’ve got a company culture to change.”
* * *
I catchSherry’s eye when the elevator doors open, and she looks at the two of us with affection I don’t think I’ve ever seen in her before.
“Hey,” I say, realizing what she’s got on. “You’re wearing something from our luxe line too.”
She stands and holds out her hand for Joe to spin her around. Where he and I have mixed in well-tailored dark wash jeans and sharp button-downs with our Wolfe Athletics gear, she’s in head-to-toe athleisure, and it makes me so damn happy.
“Figured I’d do my part to support you.”
Joe leans in and kisses her forehead. “Thanks, Sherry. You’re one of the good ones.”
Her cheeks pink up and she gets a little flustered before directing us to our inboxes for the final versions of today’s presentation to the company. I know the feeling.
Boy, do I.
Joe looks around and reaches for my hand, threading his fingers with mine, quickly kissing the back of my palm. “Let’s do this.”
