“Sir, the police are here,” Yuki announces through the intercom.
Biting back my snarl, I grip Nikko’s head and drag him down my length while blindly reaching out to hit the button. “Make them wait,” I order.
“Sir, they are insisting.” Yuki coughs awkwardly, no doubt knowing something is going on. I’m not exactly being quiet, and the wet slurp of Nikko on my cock is obvious, but I can’t stop. I’m so fucking close.
“They can fucking insist, but they are waiting,” I order as I tug my hand away and slide it back into Nikko’s hair, lifting my hips as I bury myself down his throat.
Coughing, he pulls back, his lips swollen as he pants. “Should we stop? They might burst in here?—”
“If anyone tries to stop us, I’m killing them. Police or not,” I warn. “I’m still hurting.” I make sure to give him my biggest pout, and his slanted smile is my undoing.
“Are you? We can’t have that then, can we, baby?” he growls as he drops his head and slides his lips around my cock.
My head hits the back of my chair with a moan as I thrust down his throat once more. I forget everything else but my boy on his knees.
Pleasure grows, and everything else is hazy except for him and the feeling he evokes until I can’t take it. My release slams through me so hard, I yell, burying myself deep in his throat and forcing him to swallow as I gasp and shake. My legs twitch as I ride it out before slumping, my cock slipping from his lips.
Sitting back, he watches me with a smile, and despite my heaving chest, I can’t help but chuckle as I rub my thumb across his puffy lips. “If I get hurt again, will you make me feel better each time?” I tease.
“Don’t get hurt just so I’ll make you come,” he admonishes, already knowing me too well. “We should probably deal with the cops.”
“Eh, Yuki will have told them everything, but we will be late for dinner with my father.” Standing, I fasten my pants quickly and offerhim my hand. He lets me pull him to his feet and keeps hold of it as I head to the door.
When we step out into the waiting room area, it’s tense and quiet. Yuki is behind his desk with two police officers waiting.
“Sir, I have already relayed today’s events. They insisted on speaking to you,” Yuki says, confirming what I already knew as he stands at my appearance.
“Xander,” one of them mutters as he stands.
“It’s Mr. Xander, unless you would like me to call you Snow instead of Officer Snow?” I nod toward his name badge in meaning. “Respect goes both ways.”
“Respect for a gangster?” his partner taunts, and my smile only grows, even as his eyes blow wide when he looks at Nikko.
“You’re Nikko, the boxer.” He glances between us as he gapes, flabbergasted. “Why? How?”
“You came here to ask me who I’m sleeping with? Are the police really that bored?” I tease, drawing his attention from Nikko, who doesn’t seem embarrassed.
“We are here about the explosion that occurred today. This is a very serious matter. I don’t appreciate you wasting our time,” Snow retorts. He must be new to talk to me like that. Most cops know the drill. Even if they don’t want to be nice to me, they have no choice but to be. It only makes me want to speak to him less. I don’t waste my time on rude individuals, especially when I have much better things I could be doing . . . like Nikko.
“I was busy,” I deadpan, giving him cool eyes. I know he’s only doing his job, but cops and I don’t mix. They are always trying to pin things on me, both that I’ve done and haven’t. A lot of them don’t care about the truth. They only want me behind bars for my other crimes, hence the animosity.
“Yes, well, we heard.” The cop blushes hard. I arch a brow, and Yuki grins.
“You left the intercom on,” he mouths.
Ah, so they got a free show. I simply smile. At least now everyone knows Nikko’s mine.
I hold Nikko’s hand tighter as I eye them. “Then you didn’t need to wait. Everything my assistant told you is the truth. Any more questions can go through my lawyer.”
“Sir—” Without waiting for their response, I tug on Nikko and walk away.
“Mr. Xander,” Snow snaps, and I turn to look at him over my shoulder.
“Unless you want to stay for the encore, I suggest you go back to doing your job.” I give the friendly advice with a wave as I step into the elevator with Nikko, who’s smiling but shaking his head.
“You know, most people are scared of the cops, baby,” he remarks.
I turn my grin up to him as we descend. “Why would I be? They are grasping at straws. They haven’t managed to put me away yet, and they won’t now. I’m sorry for leaving the intercom on though. I didn’t mean to embarrass you?—”
