Page 52 of The Boss

After that, we strolled through Wynwood, admiring the massive, kaleidoscopic murals that transformed entire buildings into works of art. The colors were explosive—blues, pinks, golds—and as we walked past an open-air gallery, I caught Zac watching me, a small, private smile tugging at his lips.

“What?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Nothing. You just look…” He trailed off, then reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair off my forehead. “Never mind.”

Warmth spread through my chest, but I didn’t press him. Instead, I let myself look at him, taking in every detail—the way the open collar of his shirt revealed his soft chest hair, the way his rolled-up sleeves framed his powerful forearms, the way his shorts clung to his thick, muscular quads. He was effortlessly masculine, rugged and refined in equal measure. And the fact that all that intensity, all that raw sex appeal, was focused on me? It was intoxicating.

By the time we made it back to the hotel, the sky had deepened into a rich purple, the city glowing with neon signs and headlights. Zac ordered room service, and we ate dinner in his suite. Afterward, we ended the night in the Jacuzzi, steam curling around us, thick and humid, rising into the night air as I leaned back against the tub’s edge. The warm water bubbled against my skin, loosening every muscle, making my limbs feel liquid, weightless. I sighed in satisfaction.

Zac smirked, sprawled across from me. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I might,” I admitted. “I don’t think I’ve ever walked this much in one day.”

His arms were stretched along the ledge, his body loose and relaxed in a way I rarely got to see. The golden glow of the citylights outside bathed him in soft, shimmering warmth, catching in the damp strands of his dark hair. He looked so fucking good like this—dewy skin, chest rising and falling slow, his half-lidded eyes watching me in the low light. “You’ll sleep well, then.”

I swallowed, shifting closer until my foot brushed his beneath the water. Then I went further, letting my toes graze the length resting between his legs. “I’m not sleepy yet,” I murmured.

His breath hitched. A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, but he only spread his legs wider.

Encouraged, I pressed my foot more firmly against him, feeling the thick shape of his cock stiffen under my sole. The heat between us had nothing to do with the water anymore.

Zac let me tease him for another minute before he moved closer, his hand gliding through the water to find my thigh. His fingers skimmed over my skin, slow, deliberate, before traveling lower, probing my hole just enough to make me shiver. Neither of us spoke as he leaned forward, closing the space between us. He reached for my neck, tracing a lazy line down its length, and then his mouth was on mine—hot, insistent, tasting like the lingering hint of rum from his drink.

I sighed into the kiss, my body sinking into his. My hands found his shoulders, solid and slick with moisture, and then I was shifting, straddling him, pressing my chest to his, feeling every inch of him beneath the water.

“I want you,” I breathed against his lips.

His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers pressing into my flesh like he meant to brand me, claim me. “I know.” His hands slipped lower, kneading my ass, teasing, his touch possessive as he found my crack and traced a path to my hole. I gasped as his fingertips pressed against it, testing, circling, making me ache for more.

The water made everything slick and effortless, and when his cock nudged against my entrance, I opened for him without hesitation. Then he reached for the condom.

I stopped him, my fingers curling around his wrist. He froze, eyes snapping up to mine, sharp with question. “Take me raw,” I said.

His pupils flared. “Chris—”

“It’s all right,” I whispered. “I got tested at the beginning of the month. And I haven’t been with anyone but you since I moved to Providence.” I swallowed, searching his face, finding something wild and ravenous in his expression. “Please, Zac. I want you to breed me.” My voice was low, aching, my body burning for him. “Please.”

A sound tore from his throat, something between a growl and a groan, and then he was cupping my face in his big hands, crashing his lips to mine. His tongue swept deep into my mouth, his kiss desperate, greedy, and then—

I felt him, bare and hot, slipping inside me.

I gasped, breaking the kiss, my fingers digging into his shoulders. There was no barrier, no latex—just him. Just us.

He was shaking. His hands were still gripping my face, holding me there, forcing me to look at him. “You like having my big cock inside you?” His voice was rough, ragged.

“Yes,” I gasped as he pushed deeper, stretching me open, filling me with nothing between us.

He groaned, his grip tightening, his cock throbbing inside me. “You gonna take my load? Keep it safe and warm?”

I moaned, unable to do anything but nod. “Yes.”

That was all it took to shatter his restraint.

He grabbed my hips, holding me steady as he began to thrust, slow at first, testing, and then faster, deeper, harder. Water sloshed around us, splashing over the edges of the hot tub as hefucked up into me, every forceful shove sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine.

“You gonna let me knock you up?” he panted. “Let me fuck you as much as I want? Fill you every time?”

“Oh, God, yes,” I gasped, my head tipping back—

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