The Assassin (The Killough Company Book 3) by M.D. Gregory

Author:M.D. Gregory [Gregory, M.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-28T16:00:00+00:00

They fucked a few more times before they fell asleep. Ardan woke up the next morning to Gabriel gone. Again. Though this time there wasn’t a note. He didn’t know how Gabriel snuck out so quietly that he didn’t wake Ardan. He was the kind of person who noticed the softest sounds, even when he was sleeping. The one boyfriend he’d had complained about Ardan’s light sleep. That relationship hadn’t lasted long though. Between Ardan’s job and his lack of emotional commitment, Steven ran for the hills after three months. Ardan didn’t blame him. It was for the best anyway. He probably would’ve end up dead.

There was no reason for Ardan to chase him, so he packed up his bags and headed back to the Hamptons. As soon as he entered the house, he was directed to see Sloan in his office. Ardan entered after he knocked and paused just over the threshold. Sloan was standing behind his desk, with Conall’s legs on either side of his hips. Conall was on his back, arms tossed over his head where he gripped the edge of the desk while Sloan fucked into him hard and fast. Conall moaned, his head tilted backward as he waved at Ardan.

“Hey, Ardan,” he said, but it was half cut off by another groan when Sloan thrusted forward.

“Sir.” Ardan smiled. It wasn’t unusual to see the pair fucking all over the house, so he wasn’t surprised by the display.

“Wait outside, Ardan. Give me five minutes,” Sloan ordered between pants. A sheen of sweat glimmered on his forehead and his bleached blond hair fell across his eyes, his attention fully on the man in front of him.

A stupider man might have taken his time to appreciate the lines of Conall’s tanned body and how pretty the red collar looked around his slim throat, but Ardan didn’t have a death wish so he backed out of the room and closed the door.

The sounds of groans and whimpers filtered through the walls and Ardan chuckled quietly. The boss had found his perfect match, someone to keep him on his toes, and Ardan liked Conall. He could handle himself.

Seven minutes later, the door opened and Conall stepped out, shirtless with his jeans hanging loosely off his hips. The button and zip were still undone on his pants, but he at least had underwear on. His long hair hung around his shoulders and he held a broken hair tie in his hand pitifully.

“Another broken one,” Conall muttered as he stared at the tie in his hand. “He always breaks them, Ardan. Do you know how much we spend on hair ties?”

Ardan pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing. “I’m sure the boss can afford it, sir.”

Conall chuckled. “Yeah, he can.” He nodded at Ardan’s face. “Got into a fight?”

Ardan startled. He’d forgotten how bad his face looked because it had become number around midday yesterday. The many hand to hand combats he’d been in meant pain wasn’t what it used to be.

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