They sat in the bath for half an hour, swapping between enjoying the taste of each other’s lips to relishing in the soothing feeling being in the warm water gave them. When it got cold, Sloan helped Conall out and they walked back to the bedroom, both still gloriously naked.
Sloan took a moment to appreciate the way Conall’s arsecheeks bounced with each step, and he couldn’t help reaching out to give one of them a good squeeze, which earned him a roll of Conall’s eyes.
“I have something for you, pet.” Sloan headed to his walk-in wardrobe and grabbed a box he’d hidden inside. When he came back out, Conall was lying on the bed, his lean, muscular body stretched out and exposed for Sloan’s greedy gaze to devour. “You’re such a tease.”
Conall turned on his side, his cheek resting on his palm, and grinned wickedly. “Why don’t you do something about it?”
“Oh I will, pet, but first I want to give you this.” Sloan opened the box, which looked similar to one that necklaces came in from Tiffany’s. It had the same velvet royal-blue coloring, too, except it wasn’t a necklace inside. Instead, a bright red collar sat displayed.
Conall frowned at it and shoved up so he sat on his arse. “Another collar?”
“This is the one I told you about, with the fingerprint scanner and tracker.” Sloan took it out of the box and handed it to his pet so he could get a better look. Intrigue passed over Conall’s face as he examined it. “It’s high tech, and if someone is brave—or stupid—enough to take you from me, I’ll find you quickly.”
His pet pursed his lips, unimpressed. “Did it cost you a fortune?”
“Yes. You only get the best.”
Conall smirked at him, and it reminded him of his own smirk. “Good. It better be. I don’t want some cheap shit.”
Sloan chuckled and traced a thumb over Conall’s cheekbone. “What have I done to you?”
“Maybe I know my worth now.” He reached up to clip the collar around his neck by himself, which stunned Sloan enough to make his eyes widen. “And while you’re pampering me, you owe me a date. I’m not just your whore.”
“Really?” Sloan couldn’t stop the grin if he tried. Something thrilling sparked inside him, and the excitement was new and felt wonderful.
“Yep. If I’m going to spread my legs, the least you could do is feed me.” Conall shrugged as though it was no big deal, but Sloan noticed the uncertainty behind his eyes. HewantedSloan to take him out.
“Pet, I would take you to the moon if you asked me to,” Sloan whispered furiously, seizing Conall by the waist and dragging him flush against his body.
“Let’s just start with somewhere that has food, huh?” Conall rubbed up against Sloan, their heated skin touching. “Actually, let’s start with something simpler.” Then he smashed his demanding lips against Sloan’s.
Sloan was only a man, so he couldn’t say no to what Conall asked, not with a kiss like that.
“Aren’t we taking the limo?” Conall asked, as Sloan led him out to the garage a week later. It sat at the back of the mansion, and Conall had yet to see Sloan’s range of cars. They’d only ever taken the limo to places.
The sun peeked over the tall mansions for the final time today, and without its heat, the chilly wind battered at them with a coolness Sloan wasn’t used to for this time of year. He’d never been a fan of the cold, especially when he was taking his pet on a nice date. Luckily he hadn’t chosen dinner on the beach.
“We’re taking the Lamborghini tonight.”
“Wait, you have a Lamborghini?” Conall’s eyes bugged and he walked faster to keep up with Sloan’s long strides. He didn’t wear a suit tonight, but a navy dress shirt that matched his eyes and a pair of fashionable jeans and sneakers. He’d also had a haircut, which left his brunet strands short and stylish.
Sloan chose to wear a suit, like usual, but went with something different than what Conall normally saw him in. Instead of a black suit and waistcoat, he chose a navy pin-striped jacket and pants, paired with brown leather shoes. Sloan’s father taught him many things, and being stylish was one of the lessons he enjoyed learning. As a mob boss, he always had to look professional and sharp, enough to make people half jealous and half terrified of him.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a Lamborghini?” Excitement danced in his pet’s eyes and he bounced on the balls of his feet. “Can I drive?”
Sloan looked at him, eyebrows raised. “Do you think I’d let you drive my Lamborghini?”
Some of his excitement dissolved and his shoulders slumped. “No, I suppose not.”
Sloan laughed and dragged Conall against him. He kissed his cheek, then his warm, delicious lips. “I’ll let you have a drive after our date.”
Conall’s eyes lit up and he pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek. “I’m not promising you anything, but that answer may get you a blowjob.”
It was funny how accustomed Conall had become to giving blowjobs. Sloan still remembered the very first one like it had been yesterday. “Really?” He patted his arse and grinned wickedly. “How about you give me one while I’m driving you to our date, pet?”
“Don’t get too cocky.” Conall snorted.
Sloan leaned closer when they reached the garage doors, and whispered hotly into the shell of Conall’s ear, “Ah, but I’mverycocky, pet.”
