Page 48 of The Boss

At work, he barely let a day pass without dragging me into his office, yanking down my slacks, and bending me over his desk, fucking me fast and rough with one hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. If the office was too risky, the gym showers sufficed—me pressed against the slick tiles, water streaming over us as he drove into me, biting my shoulder to stifle his groans. Now that he’d gotten a taste of my ass, my mouth alone wasn’t enough—he wanted to pound me constantly. And when we weren’t stealing quick, desperate moments, he took his time with me at home.

At my home. Never his.

And maybe that should have bothered me, but I was too caught up in the way he ravaged me every time he had me beneath him, spreading me open, owning my body like he had a right to it.

Tonight was no different.

Zac had fucked me hard, pushing me to my limits, making me sob into the mattress as he pounded me open, sweat-slicked and relentless, stretching me past the point of no return until I shattered, boneless and wrecked in his arms. Now, tangled together in my bed, the heat of our bodies fading into the sheets, he traced lazy fingers over my ribs, mapping the bruises he’d left behind like he was proud of it, like he relished marking me as his property.

“You know,” I murmured, head resting on his shoulder, “I just realized something. When you merge our names, you get Chris Isaac.”

He huffed a laugh. “Like the singer?”

“Yeah. Which means, it’s a wicked game we play.”

He smirked, fingers circling my nipple. “Are you saying… the world was on fire and no one could save me but you?”

I chuckled, rolling onto my side, facing him. “I’m saying, it’s strange what desire will make foolish people do.”

He was grinning, enjoying the tease, but there was an undercurrent of something serious in his expression. I felt it too, the deeper meaning I accidentally uncovered as I thought about another lyric from that song:No, I don’t wanna fall in love… with you.

The problem was, I already had.

I let out a slow breath, pressing closer, letting the weight of the realization settle over me. Somewhere between the stolen kisses, the frantic fucks, the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t watching, I had fallen. Hard. And there was no going back.

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Rain drummed softly against the windows, a steady rhythm syncing with the low hum of the TV. The glow from the screen flickered over the couch, casting shifting light over Zac’s long limbs and the half-eaten takeout containers littering the coffee table. He was stretched out beside me, his head in my lap, our bodies tangled in that lazy, comfortable way we always seemed to end up after a good fucking session.

“By the way, I’m heading up to Maine next week,” I said, remembering the upcoming holiday.

Zac glanced up. “Spending Thanksgiving with your folks?”

“Yeah. My mom would lose it if I didn’t.” I smirked, stretching for a glass of water. “She’s already texting me every day, making sure I’m not backing out last minute.”

Zac made a low, thoughtful sound, tilting his head back against my leg. “Big family gathering?”

“Nah, just my parents, my siblings, and me.”

His gaze flicked to me. “I didn’t know you had siblings.”

“Yeah, I’m the oldest. Emily’s three years younger, and Josh is the baby. Well, not a baby anymore—he’s eighteen, but he’ll always be the kid I used to carry around on my shoulders.” I huffed a quiet laugh. “He followed me everywhere growing up. Wanted to be like me. Which is great, except now he’s convinced he wants to move to Providence for college because I’m here.”

Zac smiled. “That’s sweet.”

“Yeah. He’s awesome.” I reached for my drink again, taking a slow sip. “My parents are great too—high school sweethearts, still disgustingly in love after twenty-six years. Honestly, sometimes it’s nauseating.”

Zac let out a short chuckle, shaking his head. “And you’re out to your family?”

“Yeah, I came out just before my high school graduation. It wasn’t a big deal, really. I knew nothing would change. They still love me the same, and I love them.”

“Must be nice.”

Something about the way he said it made me glance at him. His tone was light, but his expression had shifted, his eyes growing distant.

I nudged his head with my thigh. “I just realized you’re closer in age to my parents than you are to me.”

Zac barked out a laugh, some of the tension breaking. “Jesus, thanks for that. Really needed the reminder.”

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