Page 12 of Convenient Rivals

“But he’s a criminal. How does he owe money to someone like that?”

“Gambling debts.”

Gregory let out a groan of frustration. His idiotic brother had been in trouble with gambling before but had supposedly kicked the habit. And why did it have to be gambling, something which was limitless? Booze and drugs had a limit – too much and you were dead. Gambling was a completely different beast.

“Do you need help with the money?”

“What?”

“I can help with the money. I know you want to pay it. You wouldn’t let anything bad happen to Barty.”

“What will they do to him? Give him a beating?”

“To start with. If he still doesn’t pay up, you’ll be an only child.”

“Fuck! Of all the people to get involved with, it had to be him.”

“Do you know him or something?”

“That’s none of your business,” he snapped.

Yes, he knew Grant Kincaid. Well, Langdon was the one who knew him well, and nothing he’d said about him was good. Barty was in deep shit, and if anything happened to him, his parents would blame Gregory for it. What was he going to do? He could pull the money together, but it would take some time. He’d have to sell off some investments, and his new business venture was now in question.

“Gregory!”

Oscar’s voice snapped him out of his spiralling thoughts. Gregory looked at him, and there was a genuine look of concern on his face.

“I can get you the money within a couple of days.”

Gregory snapped and jumped up, marching round the desk. Oscar was still standing, but it didn’t intimidate Gregory anymore. He was fuming. How dare this man come into his office and drop a bombshell on him and then offer to be his saviour? What a conceited twat.

“Get out. Now!”

Oscar didn’t react, just moved closer. Gregory’s body was trembling all over with adrenaline and something else – something he needed to ignore. Oscar stroked his fingers over Gregory’s T-shirt.

“I remember when we used to watch this film all the time.”

Gregory’s body felt like it was about to combust. Oscar pulled at the T-shirt, his fingers sliding underneath, and the moment they brushed over his skin it was like a fuse had been ignited in Gregory. He pulled Oscar down by the neck and crashed their lips together. He didn’t hesitate to take control of the kiss, pushing his tongue inside Oscar’s warm mouth, their tongues tangling in a frenzy. Gregory pulled at Oscar’s belt, unbuckling it quickly and pulling his trousers and boxers down, freeing his cock. Gregory gripped it hard, causing Oscar to gasp. He wasn’t lying about being a big boy, but he didn’t know what Gregory was packing yet.

“Over the desk,” said Gregory, breaking the kiss.

Oscar’s entire face flushed.

“That a problem?”

Oscar shook his head. He turned towards the desk and pushed his trousers down.

“Leave them,” commanded Gregory.

Oscar complied and bent over the desk, showing off his delicious bubble butt. Gregory moved forward and pulled his cheeks apart, revealing a delicious hole, one he could happily spend hours eating... but if he didn’t get inside Oscar immediately, he was going to blow.

“Are you on PrEP?” he asked.

“Yes,” Oscar replied.

“Good. I want you to spend the day in all your little meetings with my come still inside you.”

“Jesus Christ. Since when –”

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