Page 64 of The Silencer

I shouldn’t enjoy the fact that he got off to pleasuring me, but I am.

Can’t quite seem to help it.

My hand grabs on to his face gently and lifts his head from my lap. Cum sits on his lips, and I smear it off, sliding my thumb into his mouth and letting him suck it.

He sighs once more, and then I hear Clarence clear his throat.

“The call ended,” he says before moving his eyes back to his computer. I reach forward and grab a box of tissues and hand it to Tatum. He cleans himself and the mess on the floor while I tuck myself away.

“I believe you have a call to Dean next, about the custom car build…”

“Right, get him on the line,” I say as Tatum stands on shaky legs. He turns to leave, a smug grin on his face.

“Well, that was fun. See you later,” he says with a wink, and suddenly, I’m left feeling a little like a king and much more like a small, weak man.

Clarence eyes me and arches an eyebrow.

If he keeps that up, I may have to cut those off. I turn my gaze back to the computer.

May have to do a good many things now that Tatum is in my life. Although, despite it all, I still have shit to do. More meetings to discuss. I glance at my calendar.

“Clarence,” I say and watch as he lifts his eyes to meet mine. “After Dean, call Sabrina. Have her stop by later.”

“Will do, Boss.”

I lean back in my chair, my legs spread slightly.

Yes, Tatum may be a distraction, but I still have a business to run. And now I need to focus on removing the threat of the Fallen Aces before shit really gets out of hand.

10

TATUM

Iwalk around the garden with Angel, Teddy, and Casey, feeling slightly smug. I mean, why wouldn’t I? Anthony let me suck his dick. In his office.

With some old dude sitting on the couch, pretending not to notice, but still.

He wanted me enough to call for me.

I hold my head high as I strut through the flowers, watching as Angel picks a bushel, sniffing each one like a bumblebee.

“Look at this one. It’s gorgeous,” he says as he lifts it up to Teddy’s face.

Pollen gets stuck to the tip of his nose, but Teddy doesn’t rub it away, just lets it sit there while he continues to watch over us. He looks ridiculous, and I can’t help but reach up and smear it around a little, just to irritate him.

Not that he gives me the satisfaction of showing his annoyance. He just stands there, gloomy and serious behind his sunglasses.

“Teddy, does Anthony usually have people come into his meetings and you know…?”

I eye Teddy, who is scanning the horizon. Not that anything is there. Just trees and electric fencing.

“I mean, you know, like—” I lean forward, “—does he have someone come in and suck his dick during meetings?”

Teddy’s gaze moves toward me and his lips twitch.

“I mean, he doesn’t, right? So that’s like a big thing?” I ask, bouncing on my toes.

He doesn’t tell me one way or the other, but I know it, deep down. I know that he did this with me and only me.

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