Page 28 of The Boss

A smarter, stronger man should’ve said yes. Should’ve thanked him, moved on, put this whole thing behind me. Instead, I heard myself say, “Not necessarily.”

His lips parted slightly, and my heart skipped a beat.

I scratched my beard, exhaling through my nose. “I want to keep going.”

Chris’s slow grin was downright sinful. “You do?” he said, stepping closer. “You sure about that?”

I let my eyes drop to his mouth. “Yeah,” I murmured. “I’m sure. Until the wedding, that is. If you’re okay with that.”

He stood in my personal space, smirking, looking up at me with eyes full of hunger that matched my own. His hand went to my crotch, caressing my cock over my pants. “I’ll take what I can get.”

And with that, he sank to his knees, unzipped my fly, and made good on his word.

13. Chris

I wasn’t sure when exactly my job became my whole life. Yeah, I’d looked forward to coming to work from day one, especially when I knew I’d run into Isaac in the gym. But now? Now, I rolled out of bed every morning with a shit-eating grin, all fired up to start the day, knowing I’d be on my knees eating dessert before I even had breakfast.

Best. Job. Ever.

November had sunk its teeth into the city, the mornings dark and edged with frost, the air sharp enough to bite. None of it mattered when I knew Zac’s heat would soon warm me up. I mean, sure, I had other responsibilities. But what could I say? I was a dedicated employee, and Zac was a demanding boss. Someone had to take care of him. And lately, that someone had been me.

I never thought I’d be the type to get off on submission, but fuck, there was something about Zac—about how he carried himself, how he looked down at me with those intense blue eyes, how he took what I gave him like he had every right to it. And weirdly, I liked that. It made it hotter, like we both knew I’d be back on my knees again soon, waiting for him to use my mouth however and whenever he wanted.

Somehow, Zac and I had settled into this easy, almost playful rhythm, blending filthy hookups with inside jokes and casual teasing. At work, we were back to our usual dynamic—him pretending he was some all-powerful CEO, me pretending to respect him. And outside of work? Well, let’s just say I was getting very familiar with the grain of his office carpet.

Like yesterday, for example.

It started in the break room. I was making coffee when Zac strolled in, looking as cool and controlled as ever in histailored navy suit. His tie was slightly loosened, his buzzed hair immaculate, and he had that sharp, unreadable expression that made people scramble out of his way.

I, of course, was not people.

“Taking a break?” I asked, watching as he poured himself a cup of black coffee—no sugar, no cream, because of course he drank it like that.

“Mhm.”

I smirked at the clipped acknowledgment. Like he hadn’t shot his load down my throat only two hours ago. “Wow. So chatty. Must be my lucky day.”

Isaac took a slow sip, not sparing me a glance. “You know, you talk too much.”

“I’ve been told I have a big mouth,” I mused, taking a sip of my own coffee.

“Maybe we should do something about it,” he shot back, the corner of his mouth twisting. He looked around the room before turning that icy stare to me. There were others around, but no one was close enough to overhear our exchange. And it was a good thing, because my knees felt like giving up when he looked at me like that.

I swallowed and licked my lips. “You know I’m always at your service… boss.”

Zac’s bulge swelled right before my eyes.

I chuckled, pleased with myself, while he pierced me with a barely-there glare.

“Try not to make a fool of yourself before noon,” he muttered, turning to leave.

I gave him two thumbs up. “No promises.”

But hey, at least I knew I was getting my throat fucked again before lunch. And when a text from him lit up my screen only minutes after—‘My office. Now.’—I smiled and jumped out of my chair like it was a life-or-death emergency. Grinning like anidiot, I practically ran to Zac’s office. When I barged inside and locked the door behind me (a very important step), I found him standing in front of his desk, already unbuckling his pants.

“Second time already?” I teased, dropping to my knees before him. “Someone’s horny today.”

“Shut up and suck it.”

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