Page 138 of The Silencer

“Nothing is too much for you.”

“I know. I’m just so happy my parents are happy for me and that they like you.”

“Me too, Little Light. Do I make you happy?”

His eyes soften and he nods. “Of course you do.”

I lean down and kiss him senseless.

I hear him before I see him, a rustling outside my office door.

Teddy sighs when Tatum struts in, interrupting my meeting with several men in my employ, including Viktor and Luca, who have been shooting daggers at one another the entire time. Well, more like Viktor is shooting daggers while Luca chain-smokes.

“I told you, Tatum. Not to be disturbed.”

“Yes, and that was about five hours ago. It’s time for them to go.”

The men chuckle, and I stare at him, my little light in his ivory robe, his legs showing far too much skin as he makes his way up to me. I want to grab hold of him and settle him between my legs.

“I’m serious, Anthony.” He leans down slightly and then whispers in my ear. “I’m wet and ready for you. I need you. Now. You’ve made me wait far too long.”

I feel my cock thicken, and I glance over at my colleagues, all of them drinking, smoking, and chatting. I could slip away, but then again, we have things to discuss. Like the recent acquisition of the Fallen Aces by Douglas’s cousin, Kit.

He wants to smooth things over, wants to stay in his lane. Which is fine with me. Their operation is under scrutiny by government officials at the moment, and I hope it stays that way. I don’t want more trouble.

I want to just enjoy the rest of my days with Tatum.

I want to spend my days buried inside of his tight body.

“You can wait a few more hours.”

He huffs. “I cannot wait, Anthony. I am ready. Now.”

“Why the sudden urgency?”

“I went to the dark room and saw the pictures you took of me,” he says softly, and my chest constricts. I haven’t used that room in decades, but recently, I’ve been more motivated, felt the rush of it once more.

It helped that all the pictures were of Tatum getting fucked by me.

“It really turned me on,” he adds as he slowly brings my hand up to his ass, and I slide it between his crease, feeling the lube he’s placed there. My finger sinks inside of him and he gasps, leaning forward slightly and grabbing on to the chair.

“Oh my god,” he rasps, and I grin as I push all the way inside, letting my knuckle bottom out inside of him.

“I guess we’ll have to rectify that now then, hm?”

I don’t even look at anyone else, just watch him as his lips part and he bites back a groan.

“If you want it so bad, you can sit on my dick.”

His eyes slam into mine. “You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly.”

He gasps when I twist my wrist and find his prostate, pressing against it and making him whine.

My dick is fully hard now, ready to be consumed by him, engulfed. I pull my finger from him and undo my pants. As the zipper is pulled down, some of my colleagues glance over at us. But none of them look for long.

None of them dare to. Not if they want to keep their eyes.