Epilogue
Two Months Later
Oliver
“Stop,” I whine, shoving Sloane away from my neck.
His fingers twist in my tie as his lips graze my skin.
“No,” he whispers, his lips grazing over my throbbing vein.
“We’re going to be late, Sir,” I bite.
“I am the CEO. They wait for me.”
“They will get restless…” I groan, my fingers sliding beneath his collar, over his emerald green tie.
I let my fingers trail down to the bottom and pull it, yanking him forward. He pushes my jacket—the blue one with the diamond buttons—off my shoulders.
“Sloane…” I groan as his hands slide down my shirt and he sets to unfastening my buttons.
“I am restless,” he growls. “You can not parade around this house with your fucking restraints tied around your wrist as an accessory and not expect me to want to tie you up,” he bites. “Metaphorically and physically.”
His hands make quick work of unbuttoning my shirt, and I shake my head.
“It’s almost like you’re begging to be punished, Oliver,” he drawls, kissing my lips.
“Who me? I don’t beg," I say, kissing him back.
“Mmm, I beg to differ. You are clearly asking for it,” he whispers, his hands finding my pants and undoing my button.
We’re never getting out of this damn house. That’s for sure.
“I’m going to give you two choices, Sloane,” I tell him, my voice confident and unwavering.
“Oh goody,” he says with a chuckle.
“You can suck me off right now, and we will be late to the party, and for that, I will reprimand you.” I narrow my gaze. He holds it with humor and love.
“Tempting,” he says, kissing the corner of my mouth. “What is the second choice?” he asks, his voice smooth like fudge.
“You can put me back together and take me to the fucking party and dance with me in front of all those people…” I tease him. “And I will reward you handsomely.”
After the events of what the media refers to as the Veil Breach, it was impossible to avoid the truth about our relationship, with all the footage of us kissing and hugging and crying.
Though Sloane worried the shareholders and Global Skies—who launched Phantom officially last week—would balk at having an openly gay CEO, the response was oddly supportive.
Though I think most of that acceptance comes from the footage of Sloane fighting off a deranged psychopath by using his dom voice and threatening to kill him—which Parker Porvacci, lawyer extraordinaire, said was an adrenaline-induced stress response, and when forced to take a psychological examination, determined Sloane to be of sane mind, which meant his acts under duress were just that. Duress.
Though Sloane, Chicora, and I know the truth—Sloane would have pulled that trigger if the police didn’t show up.
Which is why Robbie gets to live out the rest of his days in solitary confinement with not a computer in sight.
“Is that so?” he purrs. Slowly buttoning my buttons from the bottom up.
“Mhmm.”
“And just how will you reward me, Sir?” he asks coyly. “Perhaps a new suit? A new watch? Maybe a run through the woods where we play if I catch you I—”
“Fuck you, Sloane Pierce," I say with a smile.
“I would be delighted, Oliver Green," he says, buttoning the last button and carefully tying my tie.
When he’s done, he helps me down from the bathroom counter, pulling me into his arms.
“Are you ready, my love?” he asks, offering me his hand.
“Smart man.” I give him a smirk, taking his hand.
“Some would say I am a genius.” He shrugs.
“Yes, well, those people might be psychotic, but…”
I lead us through the house, down through the garage and unlock my Escalade—my official company car.
I open Sloane’s door and he smirks at me. “Such a gentleman.”
“I learned from the best," I say with a wink as I get into the driver’s side.
“Activate Ghost Veil Phantom Mode.”
Sloane smiles. “I love how you say that.”
I lean over and kiss him. “And I love you.”
He kisses me back, pulling me over into his seat on top of him and I laugh. He kisses me all over my face. My lips, my jaw, my neck, as his fingers unbutton my shirt and I huff out an exasperated sigh.
“Sloane…” I whine as he grins against my lips.
“Oliver…” He nips at my ear. “Do you submit?” he whispers.
I sigh in relief as I find his mouth once more.
“Yes, Sir," I say, my heart full of happiness I’ve never known until these last few months.
“Ghost Veil,” I call out.
“Yes, Rabbit?” the disembodied voice speaks.
“Please send our apologies to the SAM and let them know Sloane Pierce has come down with a terrible flu.”
Sloane laughs as he kisses my neck.
“I need my assistant to nurse me back to health.” He laughs and I can’t help but laugh too.
“Sending apologies to SAM,” Ghost touts.
“So does this mean I get to buy you a new suit?” he asks warmly.
“I’ll think about it.” I tell him, knowing full well exactly which one I’m going to make him buy.