Page 29 of The Boss

God, I loved when he got bossy.

I palmed him through his wet briefs, feeling how hard he already was. “Look how much you want it,” I said. “You’re leaking so much, your underwear is a mess.” He only grunted as I pulled his pants and briefs down his legs. I took a moment to admire the view, his cock pulsating, his thick, hairy thighs tensing with anticipation. I placed my hands on them for support and leaned in, nuzzling his balls and breathing in his scent. His sack was freshly shaved, as usual, and I started licking his nuts, which always made him growl. “You ever think about me when you’re at home?” a question escaped me before I could help myself. “Or do I only exist between office hours?”

Zac’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he threaded his fingers into my hair, tilting my head back. “I thought I told you to shut up.” His voice was rough, his grip firm but not painful. Just the way I liked it.

I licked a slow stripe up the length of his shaft, then smirked up at him. “Make me.”

And he fucking did.

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The following morning, I didn’t wake up early enough to catch Isaac in the gym, so I knew he’d come horny to the office. As much as I enjoyed our workout sessions, I wasn’t a morning person like he was, and sometimes I preferred an extra hour or two of sleep before dragging my ass out of bed and into work. The gym could wait until the evening.

I had only enough time to turn on my computer and grab a cup of coffee when he emerged from the elevator, looking like he’d stepped off a runway rather than a treadmill.

“Morning, boss,” I greeted him.

“Morning,” he said, then looked around to make sure we were alone. “Busy?”

“Depends. What do you want?”

He leaned in, searing my cheek with his breath. “I want it all. And I want itnow.”

Ah, the master of innuendo was back. I followed him into his office, taking my place beside his desk like a well-trained dog. When he saw me kneeling there even before he’d taken off his coat, Zac’s whole body went rigid, his eyes dark with desire. “Such a good boy,” he murmured, his voice rumbling across the room. If I had a tail, I’d be wagging it like mad.

He plonked into his chair and started sifting through his files while I settled between his legs, unzipping his pants and taking his cock out. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but it reached its full size in my hand before I had the chance to swallow it. His virility never failed to amuse me; no matter how many times I sucked him off, he was always ready for more. And that meaty cock of his deserved worship—which is exactly what I gave it.

Zac leaned back against his chair, releasing a shaky breath as I worked my mouth down his shaft, taking my time, savoring every second. I was in deep—both figuratively and literally. Zac’s cock was heavy on my tongue, thick and pulsing, and the way his fingers threaded through my hair, guiding my movements with just enough pressure, made my own dick ache in my pants. He was already close. I could tell by the way his breath turned uneven, his stomach flexing each time I took him deep.

I fucking loved this. Loved feeling him twitch in my mouth, loved the way his fingers dug into the arms of his chair as he fought to keep himself composed. He always tried to actlike he was in control, like I was just some convenient outlet for his frustration, but I knew better. The way he bucked into my mouth, the way his breath turned ragged—I was the one unraveling him, one slow, wet stroke at a time.

I was really getting into it, sliding my hands up his thighs, hollowing my cheeks to suck him deeper when the absoluteworstthing happened—someone knocked on the door. I barely had time to process the sound before the door swung open. I forgot to lock it.

Oh, fuck.

I panicked so hard I nearly choked, pulling off him with a wet gasp and scrambling under his desk just as Alicia stepped inside. My heart hammered so loud I swore she could hear it. I ducked between Zac’s legs, my knees on the carpet, hands gripping his thighs for balance.

“Isaac?” Alicia’s voice rang out through the room, casual as anything.

My eyes darted up to Zac’s, but his expression didn’t so much as quiver.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice as smooth as ever.

From my hiding spot, I could just barely make out her feet under the edge of the desk, standing near the door. She sighed. “It’s about that quarterly report I sent you yesterday. I need your approval before I forward it to Finance.”

Zac exhaled sharply, like she was testing his patience. Which, to be fair, shewas—though she had no idea just how much. “And you couldn’t have emailed me?”

“You’re the one who always says face-to-face communication is more efficient,” she shot back. “Besides, you didn’t respond.”

Jesus. Pick a worse time, why don’t you? I sat there, frozen, my whole body tense, hoping Alicia would take the hint and leave. But she didn’t.

Zac shifted in his seat, angling his hips slightly, and his cock pressed against my cheek. “I see.”

I should’ve just stayed still, let him suffer a little for putting us in this situation. But I was an idiot. A careless, sex-starved idiot, because when I saw the way his balls were flexing, his thighs tense from the interruption, my hunger won out. So I leaned in and slowly, carefully, wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock again.

He stiffened. I glanced up at him, testing the waters, and—holy shit—his jaw was locked tight, eyes dark with a warning. But he didn’t push me away.

Alicia didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. “You gonna approve it or what?” she pressed.

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