Page 55 of The Boss

I drove into him, hard and deep, gripping his hips in a bruising hold as I fucked him into the mattress, until he was gasping, pleading, mindless with pleasure. Until his eyes rolled back into his head, his body trembling beneath me, clamping tight, his moans turning into broken cries as he came, spilling into the sheets.

I followed him seconds later, burying myself as deep as I could go, shooting inside him with a groan, inseminating him, my entire body shuddering from the force of it.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the slick heat of our bodies tangled together, the slow thrum of satisfaction settling into my bones. I rolled us onto our sides, still inside him, still holding him close.

Chris made a soft, contented sound, pressing his back against my chest. His body was warm and yielding against me, his breath deep and slow. I ran my hand down his abs, smoothing over the sweat-damp skin, anchoring myself in the feel of him—solid, real,mine.

“Think we made enough noise for the entire floor to hear?” he mumbled, voice drowsy, amused.

I smirked, pressing a lazy kiss to his temple. “Let them.”

He chuckled, but it faded into a sigh, his muscles loosening further as exhaustion took hold. “We still need to go out and grab something to eat.”

“Or, we can stay in, order room service, and spend the rest of the day fucking.”

A sleepy hum. “Mmm. I like your idea better.”

I held him as he drifted off, my own eyes growing heavy. Outside this room, the world kept turning, but I didn’t care. Right now, nothing existed but us. And for now, that was all I needed.

25. Chris

By the third day, Zac and I fell into a familiar flow—early breakfast, packed ballroom, long hours of strategy talks and networking. But unlike before, when I’d felt like an outsider looking in, I was starting to feel like I actually belonged here. The endless jargon no longer blurred together, and I found myself jumping into conversations with ease, fielding questions, absorbing knowledge, watching the way Zac maneuvered deals like a master at work.

He had this way of making people feel like they wanted to impress him—like being in his good graces was a privilege. And yet, when he turned that razor-sharp focus on me, it wasn’t to intimidate, but to teach. I drank in every lesson he offered, learning not just the mechanics of negotiations but the unspoken rules, the instincts, the subtle power plays.

The hours passed fast. Before I knew it, the conference was drawing to a close, and with it, the weight of formality lifted. I was more than ready to be anywhere but a hotel ballroom at that point. The endless handshakes, corporate pleasantries, and intricate strategies had been fascinating to watch—and even more fascinating to take part in—but after three days of it, I was itching to unwind.

By the time we stepped into the elevator, I could feel the weight of the past three days settling over me—equal parts exhilaration and mental fatigue. Zac and I made our way back to his suite, the door clicking shut behind us, sealing us away from the outside world. He loosened his tie with a sigh, rolling his shoulders as he tossed his suit jacket over a chair, looking every inch a man finally free of obligation. He turned to me then. “Well? How do you feel after surviving your first business conference?”

I dropped onto the edge of the bed, toeing off my shoes with a groan. “Like my brain ran a marathon. But I actually enjoyed it. More than I expected, to be honest.”

Zac smirked, tugging at the top button of his shirt. “Told you it wasn’t a vacation.”

“It sure wasn’t,” I admitted, smiling back. “But it was also... I don’t know. Eye-opening. I’ve never seen that side of things before.” Watching Zac work, the way he handled people—it was like watching someone play a chess game where they already know every possible move. And yet, the way he played the game never felt ruthless. He didn’t just bulldoze his way to a win—he made people want to follow his lead. And I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted to follow him too.

He looked pleased at that. “Business is about control. Anticipation. Knowing how to guide the board without your opponent realizing you’re doing it.” He walked over, stood in front of me, and looked at me from above. “But you didn’t just watch—you held your own in a few conversations.”

“I tried,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck, his crotch at my eye level. “Half the time I was worried I’d say something stupid.”

“You didn’t.” His hand landed under my chin, his thumb tracing an idle pattern over my lower lip. “You listen more than you speak. That’s good. People reveal more when they don’t think you’re a threat.”

I considered his words, thinking back to the past few days, to the way I’d absorbed every conversation, every deal Zac had navigated. I could already see the patterns, the way certain men postured while others held their cards close. I let my lips part around his thumb, teasing it with the barest scrape of my teeth, savoring the way his breath hitched. “Any other tips?” I asked, leaning into him and pressing my face against his growing bulge.

He hummed in thought, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “People like talking about themselves. If you want someoneto do business with you, ask them about their success, their company, their ‘vision.’ Stroke their ego just enough to make them think you care, and they’ll be putty in your hands.”

I snorted, nosing at his fly. “So business is just high-stakes flirting?”

Zac gave a crooked grin. “Not far off.” His cock twitched against my cheek. “Though I prefer my flirting a little less subtle.”

I glanced at him from below. “Oh? I hadn’t noticed.”

His gaze darkened, the air shifting between us, heat sparking beneath the surface. I licked my lips, pulling down his zipper, ready to test just how unsubtle he could be—until my stomach growled, loud and insistent.

Zac blinked, then barked out a laugh. “Get up. I’m taking you somewhere to eat.”

“I could start with something protein-rich,” I murmured, reaching inside his fly.

“Later,” he said, batting off my hand, and I groaned, flopping onto my back across the bed. He peeled his shirt off to reveal his powerful hairy pecs. “Come on. Let’s get changed and grab some snacks before you pass out on me.”

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