Page 42 of The Boss

“You’re going to make us miss the ending,” Zac murmured, his lips just above my head. But he didn’t stop me. He never did.

“Pause the move,” I said, my hand slipping under the waistband of his shorts.

“What about our earlier conversation?” He grabbed the remote, his words already breathy, gasping as my fist closed around his shaft, stroking it.

“Don’t care,” I only managed to mutter before I slid down his stomach, pulled his shorts down, and took his cock into my mouth.

“Chris—” he panted, his hand on my head as I started to suck him. He never did that before, never called my name during sex like that. Like he was acknowledging it was me who was giving him pleasure, not some imaginary woman from his fantasy.Me. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

I only hummed around the girth in my mouth, my hands sliding up to his chest, twisting his nipples. My head bobbed faster, my tongue swirling over the silky organ, and I could feel him getting close already. So I pulled back and sank lower to lick his balls. God, how good he smelled there! I nuzzled those big nuts, inhaling the scent of him, letting my tongue draw circles over the smooth sack. That made him squirm, and he wiggled underneath me until he got rid of his shorts completely. I pulled down my trunks too, releasing my throbbing cock from its confinements, never breaking contact between my mouth and his balls.

Zac fisted my hair and guided himself back between my lips, his hips rolling into me, urgent, unrestrained. My hand fell to my dick and I stroked myself in the same rhythm, as I let him use my mouth the way he wanted. His cock pushed past my tonsils and sank deep into my throat just as it started shooting, a flood of cum going straight to my stomach. Hearing him moan in orgasm made me cum too, and I jizzed all over his leg, fighting for breath. He pulled back just enough to let some air into my lungs, but his cock stayed inside my mouth until I licked it clean. Then I crawled lower and licked my own cum from his leg too.

Wordlessly, I settled back on top of him, and with one hand, he found the remote and pressedplay. His other arm curled around me, anchoring me against his chest. Neither of us reached for our clothes. We stayed like that, naked, bodies tangled, watching the movie in silence. Even when the credits started rolling, andA Kind of Magicblasted from the speakers, we lay in silence, letting the moment sink in.

“Okay,” I finally admitted. “That was pretty corny—but also kind of great.”

Zac shot me a smug look. “Told you.”

I stretched, feigning nonchalance even as my skin still tingled from being pressed up against him. “All right, my turn. If I had to experience your pop culture blind spot, you have to suffer through one of my picks.”

He gestured toward the shelves filled with Blu-rays. “Knock yourself out.”

Feeling a bit naughty, I went to the TV stand and got on my hands and knees, sticking my ass out as I rifled through his collection. I arched my back just enough to make sure Zac had the perfect view, biting my lip to keep from grinning as I gave a slow, deliberate wiggle. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was staring, his breath coming in irregular huffs behind my back. Good. Let him see what he was missing.

I was hoping he would stand up, come to me, and mount me from behind. Stick his cock inside me and fuck me right there on the rug. The idea was making me hard again, and to provoke him further, I said, “Ugh,The Godfather.So overrated.”

Zac stirred behind me. “I’m sorry, what?”

I smirked. “I mean, I get why people love it, but it just drags. Like, could something actually happen in the first hour?”

“I won’t tolerate such blasphemy in my presence.” He stood up from the couch and reached for his shorts. “Brando is agod!” he said as he pulled them on. “And you—you’re an absolute heathen!”

“Is that right? Maybe you should spank me and teach me a lesson.”

It was the first time I saw Zac speechless, mouth open, his eyes roaming over my ass, his fists flexing.Bullseye. I must’ve hit a nerve. Because he wanted to do it, I could tell. Unfortunately, his self-control was stronger. “I’m going to make us lunch. You got any special requests, or are you one of those ‘just feed me’ types?”

I grinned. “I seem to recall you boasting about your chicken piccata.”

Zac sighed dramatically. “So I did.”

I grabbed my underwear from the floor and put them on, then I followed him into the kitchen, leaning against the island while he got to work.

Zac moved with easy confidence, navigating the space as if he’d done this a thousand times—barefoot, relaxed, every motion efficient yet unhurried. He worked methodically, pounding the chicken cutlets with the flat of a knife, dusting them with flour, then sliding them into the sizzling pan with a practiced ease that had my mouth watering long before the rich aroma filled the air. He wasn’t just tossing things together—he was in his element, moving with the kind of instinct that camefrom muscle memory. The pan hissed as he swirled the sauce, the flick of his wrist sending up a burst of steam laced with butter, lemon, and wine. It was effortless. Sexy, even.

“Since when do self-made millionaires have time to master the art of cooking?” I asked, my elbows resting on the counter.

Zac smirked without looking up. “Since they figured out cooking is just another skill—learn the technique, refine it, perfect it. I like knowing I can make something exactly the way I want it. And, I don’t know… there’s something about the process. The rhythm, the precision. It clears my head.”

“Mhm. Have you tried meditation?”

He snorted, plating up our food. “Cooking gives better rewards.”

We sat across from each other at his large, dark-wood dining table, forks clinking against the ceramic plates. Annoyingly, the meal was incredible. The first bite melted on my tongue—the chicken tender, the sauce tangy and rich, with just the right balance of lemon and butter.

“Not bad,” I said as I chewed, trying to downplay it, but he saw right through me.

“Not bad?” Zac raised a brow as he cut into his chicken. “Is that why you’re moaning after each bite?”

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