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“Nipples. Good to know,” said Oscar with a smirk.

Gregory laughed. Oscar sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling Gregory towards him. He kissed his belly, making his skin prickle with goosebumps. He kissed and licked his skin, avoiding his cock other than to move it out of the way with his chin. This felt too intimate, too good, and he wasn’t sure what to do with everything he was feeling.

Before he could say anything, he felt the warm heat of Oscar’s mouth around his cock. That was heaven. His instinct was to thrust down his throat and take control, but Oscar was humming with happiness and wanking himself off, so Gregory was more than happy to let him lead.

Gregory rubbed a thumb along his throat and could feel it contracting as Oscar tried to take him all the way down. It was like he couldn’t get enough.

“Come down my throat,” said Oscar, taking a brief pause before he swallowed Gregory down again.

He was more than happy to give Oscar what he wanted. He thrust down Oscar’s throat, gently at first, then he pushed hard against the resistance until his balls rested against Oscar’s chin. He held it for a second, loving the sound of him trying to breathe, then pulled all the way out, saliva running down Oscar’s face. Gregory gripped his cock, slapping it hard against Oscar’s tongue a few times, before he thrust in again, this time picking up the pace. He could feel his balls tightening already. He’d been ready to come since the first smack of the paddle on Oscar’s arse.

Gregory looked down at Oscar as his hand moved with speed, bringing himself to the edge. Watching him come all over his hand was enough for Gregory, and he pushed his cock in as far as he could, unloading right down Oscar’s throat. Oscar coughed and spluttered at first, but then Gregory could see him swallowing as quickly as he could to get it down. Most guys couldn’t swallow all of Gregory’s load. Oscar was giving it his best try, but some inevitably dribbled down his chin, and Gregory couldn’t resist pulling out and releasing the last spurt on his face.

Oscar looked used and content, and utterly perfect. It was something Gregory could get used to. The thought both excited and terrified him.

CHAPTER14

OSCAR

It had been forty-eight hours since he spent the day with Gregory. They hadn’t ended up doing any sightseeing, but had spent the afternoon fucking instead, and Oscar’s arse was sore from both the paddling and the hard dicking he’d had once they’d both recovered from their first orgasm. He’d left before any of Gregory’s flatmates had returned. He’d caught the occasional look from them before and knew they had an issue with him, no doubt due to what had happened when they were at school. Gregory might take complete control in the bedroom and know how to be a CEO, but Oscar had seen his vulnerability that afternoon. It made his feelings for Gregory grow deeper.

Speaking of confrontations, he’d been ghosting his mother since Monday, when he’d spoken to the solicitor. He wasn’t calm enough to have that conversation with her yet, but he also couldn’t pretend like everything was normal, so he was ignoring her, which he knew wouldn’t last long. She would eventually come down to his office, and this was the last place he wanted to cause a scene. Josh was off sick, so it felt busier than normal. He’d been in the office yesterday looking like he might pass out, so Oscar had sent him home. It was becoming clear just how much Josh did for him, not that he didn’t already know what an amazing job he did, but it was clear he also acted like a guard dog in terms of people getting time with Oscar. His diary had exploded in the last twenty-four hours, and all he wanted to do now was get to the end of the week with no more problems.

“We’ve got a problem,” said Claire, walking into his office and closing the door.

The look on her face told him this was serious. He gestured for her to sit down, but she shook her head and paced around.

“What’s happened?”

“Barty fucking Balfour. That’s what’s happened.”

“How?”

“Someone chirped to the regulator.”

“Fuck!”

“Exactly. Someone gave me a heads up. There’s a Section 166 heading to your inbox.”

Oscar threw his head back against his chair and groaned. A Section 166 was something the regulator could impose, forcing financial-services firms to appoint a skilled person to investigate the systems and controls they had in place. They’d reported Barty’s dismissal for conduct because he was in a regulated role, but had said it was an isolated incident of an individual going rogue and they’d taken swift action. It was the truth – mostly. However, Barty’s competence in getting and holding onto the role was questionable at best, and the independent review would be all over the hiring and training process. This was going to be a shitshow.

“Do we know who’s on their approved list of investigating firms?” he asked Claire.

“It changes all the time. Might be best to let them appoint someone. It’ll show them we have nothing to hide.”

“But we do have things to hide. Barty should never have gotten a job here in the first place, and we know that.”

“People get jobs based on their personal networks all the time.”

She had a point, but it was why these vetting and approval processes were now in place. It was the groupthink and old boys’ club mentality which had caused the 2008 financial crash and led to the regulators being given more powers. That excuse wouldn’t wash. At best, they could be sanctioned with a hefty fine, but it was the reputational hit Oscar was most concerned about. It looked like his shitty week had just gotten ten times worse.

Thursday was no better. The Section 166 had arrived in Oscar’s inbox the afternoon before, and the investigation was to cover their entire hiring, approval, and exit process for all regulated roles. His portfolio and investment managers were all captured in the scope, which was almost two-thirds of his employees. Plus, all his executive team were in regulated roles as well, but as the regulator approved them directly, they were less of a focus. The others were all certified internally as being “fit and proper” to conduct their roles. It was the internal certification process which was being scrutinised, and it was going to be a fuck-tonne of work, so he’d need to pull some of his support staff onto it. He had an HR Manager, but she also doubled up as the office manager, given they rarely had HR issues. That would need to change after this. Oscar still hadn’t replaced Barty, so was managing some client assets himself as well, which gave him little time to think about his mother, or Gregory. He’d exchanged a few texts with the latter, but they were more like well-being check-ins rather than anything which showed what Gregory was feeling. He was hard enough to read when he was standing in front or you, let alone through text messages that were often less than five words.

“Get out of my way; I’m here to see my son,” came the all too familiar voice from outside.

Josh was still off sick, and although one of the other PAs was helping him out, she was no match for his mother when she was determined. A few seconds later, his office door burst open, and there was Victoria Montgomery, wearing a hopefully fake fur coat and hat, looking like she was part of the Romanov era.

“I’m so sorry, Oscar. I told her you were busy,” said Georgina, looking flustered.

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