Page 30 of The Boss

Zac cleared his throat, his voice only a touch tighter than usual. “I’ll look it over later.”

My tongue swirled around the glans, and I felt a twitch against my lips. I suppressed a smug grin.Oh, you like that, huh?

Alicia sighed. “Fine. But don’t forget this time.” She hesitated. I froze, holding my breath. “Are you okay?”

Zac’s fingers curled in my hair, tugging—maybe a warning, maybe a plea. I flicked my tongue against his slit in response. “I’m f-fine,” he ground out.

A beat of silence.

“You sure? You look kind of—tense.”

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

To his credit, Zac didn’t miss a beat. “I have a headache,” he said smoothly. “Alicia, unless this is life or death, I’d like to get back to my work.”

“All right,” she muttered. “I’ll leave you to it. Just don’t forget the report.”

I listened as her heels clicked toward the door. Then, finally,finally, she left the office, and the door shut behind her.

The next moment I fuckinglost it.I pulled off Zac’s cock, muffling my laughter against his thigh. “Oh my god.” I wheezed. “She must’ve thought you were constipated or something. I wish I could’ve seen her face!”

Zac just let out a long breath, running a hand down his face. “You reckless little shit. How many times have I told you toalwayslock the damn door?” Then, to my utter surprise, he laughed. An actual, full-bodied laugh. It was low and warm, the kind of laugh that sent heat curling in my gut. It wasn’t a mocking scoff, wasn’t condescending—it was real. Genuine. And fuck me, that was even sexier than anything we’d just done.

I grinned up at him. “Sorry. I guess I was too impatient to suck you off.”

His jaw ticked. “You did it while she was talking to me.”

I licked my lips, my smile turning wicked. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

His glare could’ve melted iron. His fingers brushed my cheek, a butterfly’s wings against my skin. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I wanted to say something cocky in response. Something flirty. But the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, left me speechless. I couldn’t say what I really wanted to say. It would spoil the moment, make him uncomfortable, maybe even drive him away. So I simply smiled, gripping the base of his shaft.

He let out a deep breath, rolling his chair back just enough to spread his legs wider. “Now… finish what you started.”

Well… who was I to deny my boss?

* * *

By mid-afternoon, I was back at my desk, sorting through Isaac’s endless stream of emails and scheduling his meetings for the rest of the week. It was a mindless, routine task, but for once, I didn’t mind it. My body still hummed with satisfaction, my lips tingling from earlier, the taste of his cum still lingering on my tongue. I’d spent the morning on my knees, having Zac’s cock lodged inside my throat, and he had let me. Again and again.

There was something intoxicating about it—knowing that a man like him, powerful and controlled, crumbled under my touch. That I could make him tense and shudder, his whole body going rigid as he spilled into my mouth. I took pride in it.

And yet… a quiet hunger simmered beneath my ribs, something deeper than just physical attraction. I wantedmore. Needed more.

I’d always been the kind of guy who liked to take control, who liked to be the one calling the shots in bed. But with Zac, it was different. Something about him made me ache to submit, to feel the weight of his body pressing me down, to let him take me apart. I wanted him inside me. And that thought alone should’ve scared the shit out of me—yet, somehow, it didn’t.

I was still lost in that realization when the elevator dinged. I looked up, expecting some delivery guy or another executive stopping by, but when the doors slid open, a tall woman in a long fur coat and sunglasses stepped out.

She was simply stunning. The kind of gorgeous that made people stop and stare, with raven-dark hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, and blood-red lips curved in an imperious smile. She walked like she belonged in the pages of a high-fashion magazine—elegant, poised, every movement smooth and deliberate.

I sat up straighter without realizing it, my stomach tightening as she approached my desk.

“Hi,” she said, taking off her sunglasses. Her voice was clear and lofty, and her pale blue eyes sparkled under the office lights. “I’m Chantelle. Isaac Steele’s fiancée.”

The words slammed into me, knocking the air from my lungs.

Oh.

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