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Sloan Killough wasan arrogant bastard and there was no doubt about it. He knew he could get whatever he wanted and was proud of the fact. As much as Conall hated to admit it, he thought the arrogance was sexy as fuck.
Conall slid his way up Sloan’s body, kissing the line between his abs and pecs until he reached his mouth. He tugged Conall closer, and they kissed in a slow, deep caress that had Conall’s toes curling and his cock rock-hard. They lay in bed, Sloan on his back and Conall on top of him.
“I’ve made a decision,” Conall announced with a wide grin, tapping Sloan’s shoulder.
Sloan smirked and slid his hand down Conall’s back, scraping his fingernails across Conall’s skin in a tantalizing way that had him shivering with need. “And what decision is that, pet?”
“I want a car.”
Sloan’s dark brows dipped low and he cocked his head. “You have cars.”
Conall shook his head. “No, you have cars.”
“Which are yours, too, pet. Did I not tell you that everything that belongs to me also belongs to you?” He slapped Conall’s arsecheek hard, making him wince in both pleasure and need. His cock jerked and plumped until it was caught between them. His balls tingled and drew closer to his body, the need to explode building at the base of his spine. Sloan’s cock was wedged beside Conall’s, thick and hard.
“That’s different because they’re still yours.” He smirked and patted Sloan’s chest.
“Why do you want one?” Sloan brushed his fingers through Conall’s hair, scraping his nails across Conall’s scalp.
Conall shivered. “Because my Veneno brings all the boys to the yard, and they’re like, it’s better than yours.”
Sloan rolled his eyes and slapped Conall on the arse hard enough to make him wince. “Lamborghini Veneno?”
“It’s my dream car. Nero Nemesis, baby! It’s like chrome black with green trims. Sorry, with Verde trim. That’s what they call it.”
He cocked his eyebrow at Conall and smirked, that supple mouth curving wickedly. Conall’s cock jerked at the sight. He fucking loved that expression on Sloan because it meant he was either going to be fucked hard or spanked, maybe even both at the same time. “What have you done to deserve a car of your own?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He snorted. “I single-handedly saved your whorehouses.”
Sloan’s brow went even higher.
Conall laughed. “Okay, maybe not single-handedly, but our profits went up by five percent since I took over as your manager of escort services, right?”
“That could be for numerous reasons, pet. My money is on men choosing to fuck a whore instead of their spouse.” Sloan’s chest rumbled with laughter. “Rourke also dealt with the mess that you and Terrance made, which helped with profits.”
“I didn’t make a mess.” He shrugged. “Can’t talk for Terrance, though. Making messes is what he does.”
“And you had nothing to do with running the Virtue while he was manager, did you?” The knowing look Sloan sent Conall had him laughing.
“No, never.” He placed his hands under his chin, going for an innocent expression. “It wasn’t my fault at all. Look at this face, could I do anything wrong, Boss?”
The smack to Conall’s arse made him shudder, but his cock had the opposite reaction—it throbbed with need. He laughed and buried his face into Sloan’s neck, nipping at the skin until he’d left a nice mark anyone could see above the collar of those fancy shirts he wore.
“Don’t make me punish you, pet.”
“Or, maybe I’ll punish you.” Conall pushed himself to a seated position against Sloan’s thigh.
“Punish me?” Sloan quirked a grin and sat himself up so he leaned against the headboard. The scar across his left eye looked more menacing than usual under the lights of the bedroom and Conall’s cock jerked up to slap him on the belly at the sight. Everything about Sloan turned him on these days, but it was the scar that gave him a reminder of how dangerous Sloan really was. The man in front of him could slit a throat without a second thought and tell his men to get rid of the body the same way.
Conall shivered.
“And how would you do that?” Sloan asked, smirking.
“I won’t let you fuck me for a day.”
He made a noise of amusement, and for a brief moment, embarrassment washed through Conall. He stayed strong, though. “What makes you think I can’t handle that, pet?”
