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“Because you love my arse, and you can’t stand twenty-four hours without it.” Conall gave him a smug smile of his own.
“Is that a bet?”
“Yep. If you can’t go the entire day without fucking me, I get my car.”
“And if I win?”
“What do you want?”
“You. On your hands and knees, naked except for a buttplug, following me around on a leash.”
Conall didn’t think that was supposed to sound enticing, but he shivered in pleasure anyway. His belly warmed at the thought of being on his knees, there for whenever Sloan wanted to fuck him. The difference was that Conall would truly be nothing more than a pet to Sloan, and fuck, he loved the thought. “Fine. That’s a deal, then. It starts now.”
Conall rolled off the bed to his feet and stood, stretching. He peeked between the curtains of their room, out into the courtyard where Fionn was already basking in the morning sun while having breakfast at the outdoor table. Conall’s belly grumbled in hunger and he threw a grin at Sloan.
“I’m going to make you cave, boss.”
Sloan’s sly smirk dared Conall as he slid off the bed and stood in all his glory, his golden skin bared for Conall’s gaze to feast on. His cock jerked again and he shivered. Conall wanted Sloan for breakfast. “I look forward to the challenge, pet.”
Conall placed his hand on Sloan’s chest, dancing his fingers between his pecs and lower still until he reached the point of that yummy V shape. His Adonis belt. Scraping his nails over Sloan’s waist teasingly, he grinned. “I give you half a day at most.”
With a wink, he wiggled his arse in Sloan’s direction before he made his way into the walk-in wardrobe to find the sexiest clothes he had without being completely naked. Sloan’s clothes—mostly his suits—took up over half of the space, but Conall couldn’t complain about his range. The tailor made sure to give him the finest, at Sloan’s request. Now Conall had suits, jeans, polo shirts, mesh tops, leather pants, and different kinds of high-end shoes to match.
Conall chose a transparent black mesh shirt so thin that it felt like his chest was bare and leather pants that clung to his arse in all the right ways. Sloan loved him like this, and they usually ended up in bed with Sloan pounding into Conall with the pants scrunched underneath his cheeks. Sloan’s impatience extended to not bothering to pull Conall’s pants all the way down.
He grinned at himself in the mirror of the wardrobe and glanced from one side of his body to the other, checking out the attire. Perfect. The shirt made his nipple bar look even more enticing. Sloan would have trouble resisting him now. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if they truly didn’t make it to the half-day mark.
He stepped out into the bedroom where Sloan stood beside the floor-to-ceiling window with the curtains wide open. His skin glowed even more golden under the rising sun and his hair glinted. He didn’t care who saw him naked, and Conall didn’t blame him. Sloan had the body of a god and he was one of the most powerful men in America. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted.
Conall’s gaze dipped to Sloan’s muscular arse and his mouth watered. One day he was going to convince Sloan to bottom.
“I can feel your stare, pet.”
“Do you blame me?” He chuckled and slid behind Sloan, curling his arms around his waist. “Your body is delicious. When are you going to let me have a go at that hole?”
Sloan snorted and patted Conall’s arm where it sat against his belly. “Never.”
He laughed. “I don’t believe that. I’ll wear you down and have you on your back soon enough.”
“Keep fantasizing, pet.”
“You did say you’d give me anything I wanted,” Conall said slyly.
Sloan turned in his arms and hooked his fingers beneath Conall’s chin. He raised Conall’s head so he could lean down to lay a kiss on Conall’s lips. “Anything you wanted, pet, but not that. Not yet.”
“Why? What are you afraid of?” He leaned up on tiptoe to get in closer to Sloan’s face. “I’m really good at fucking. I’d take good care of you. Ask Forrest.”
Sloan’s face transformed, darkening dangerously as he grabbed Conall’s throat. He put enough pressure on his windpipe to make Conall gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Stars burst in front of his closed eyes and he gasped. “Don’t mention your exes again, pet. You know I don’t like you talking about them.”
Oh, he knew it all right—it’s why he’d mentioned Forrest’s name. He opened his eyes again and smiled. “What are you going to do about it, boss? Fuck me to show me who’s in charge?”
Laughter startled Conall and he pouted.
“No, pet. It’s not going to be that simple.”
“Really?” He sighed and placed his hand over Sloan’s.
Sloan grabbed his fingers and raised his hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to Conall’s knuckles.
