Page 16 of The Boss

Silence. Then, cautiously, “Impressive?”

“Oh yeah.” I dragged the words out, letting my admiration drip. “You’ve got a very… photogenic asset.”

There was a pause. Then, “Jesus Christ.”

I licked my lips. “I mean it. You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. That’s a porn-worthy cock, Zac.”

Another pause. Then he exhaled, and I swore I heard the faintest hint of smugness. “Well. Thanks, I guess.”

Something curled low in my stomach. “You’re welcome.”

He let out a choked laugh. “Now we’re even, I suppose.”

“How so?”

“Well, you flashed me your ass the first day you came to work. And now…”

“And now you flashed me your cock.”

A soft breath escaped him. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. I should hang up.”

“If you say so.”

A beat passed. He still didn’t hang up.

I flipped onto my back again, massaging my hard-on through my boxers. It had started leaking, leaving stains on the thin fabric. “So, what are you wearing?”

“Really?” he said. But his voice sounded a little looser, a little warmer. “That’s what you’re going with?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to conjure up a scene. Now answer me.”

“Well, you saw the picture. You know exactly what I’m wearing.”

Meaning nothing. “Mmm,” I made a thoughtful noise, imagining him naked and in need of release. “Are you still hard?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. “Chantelle is spending the weekend in Boston and I was…”

“Alone and horny,” I finished his sentence. “Too bad I can’t help you with that.”

He let out a small gasp and his breathing became heavier. “Help—how?”

“Well,” I said, my hand slipping inside my underwear, my horniness making me reckless, “if I was your fiancé, I’d go down on you in a second. I’d love to take that big cock into my mouth… To feel it stretch my throat, as it sinks deep down… To have my tongue swirling around it, until my nose is buried in your pubes.”

“Fuck,” he moaned. “This is so fucked up.”

“If you want me to hang up, just say so,” I offered, my pulse pounding with anticipation.

“No,” he said, his voice firm and decisive like we were at work. “Go on.”

Was he jerking off? The thought made me drunk with desire. I pulled my boxers down and grabbed my cock, already aching. A groan slipped from my lips. “Bet I’d suck you so good you’d forget your own name… dragging my tongue up and down yourthick shaft, licking, teasing, swallowing you deep… Then I’d take my time on your balls, mouthing them, rolling them on my tongue, until I stretch my lips around your whole sack… And when I go back to your cock, I’d let you grab my head and fuck my throat deep and rough, until I swallow down every last drop of your cum…”

“Fuck—!” he made a strangled sound, and I knew he was cumming, his breath loud and ragged in my ear.

Fire exploded through my veins, white-hot and unstoppable. The pleasure hit like a tidal wave, dragging me under, pushing me right over the edge. A ragged moan tore from my throat as I shot all over myself, warm streaks coating my T-shirt. His name fell from my lips, breathless, broken, forbidden. My hips thrust into the air, my fist working through the last shudders of release. I came harder than I had in weeks, wrung dry and utterly wrecked.

As I lay there catching my breath, my phone still clutched in my hand, my heart still hammering, it took me a moment to realize that the line had been disconnected.

He had hung up.

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