Page 73 of The Boss

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Because I’m a fucking idiot, that’s why.”

“No,” I murmured. “That’s not it.” I brought my hand to his face, my thumb tracing the edge of his jaw. His blue eyes fluttered shut, his breath catching. When he opened them again, something in them had changed.

“What do you want me to tell you? That I still—that I still have feelings for you?”

I swallowed hard. “Sometimes our thoughts and our feelings take us where we can no longer go,” I said quietly. “Feelings are not captive.”

Chris let out a small, bitter laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Maybe it would be better if they were.”

I shook my head. “No, it wouldn’t.”

His gaze lifted to mine, searching. “Then tell me how to stop wanting you.”

I didn’t answer. Because there was no answer.

I moved before I could stop myself, pressing my body against his, grabbing him, crashing my mouth against his.

Chris whimpered, hands pushing against my chest, but I didn’t let him go. My fingers tangled in his hair, my other arm locking around his waist to pull him flush against me. He made a small sound—half protest, half surrender—and it was all the invitation I needed. My tongue slid past his lips, claiming, desperate, my kiss rough, searing, everything I had been holding back crashing to the surface in one violent, unstoppable wave.

He gasped against my mouth, his resistance faltering. “Zac—”

But I wasn’t listening. My hands roamed over him, greedy, starved. I grabbed his belt, yanked him closer, my fingers skimming down the back of his thighs. And then—

A sharp rip.

Chris tensed, jerking back. “Did you just—”

I didn’t need to look. I could feel a jagged tear across the ass of his pants and briefs, exposing bare skin underneath. I’d torn both in a single swipe.

For a beat, neither of us spoke. Then Chris groaned. “You havegotto be kidding me.”

Just like that day in my office, when we first met. When his pants gave up the fight, and I burst out laughing at his predicament. But this time I wasn’t laughing. My hands locked onto the sliver of exposed flesh, my breath coming fast, ragged. Back then, at our first meeting, I didn’t know what I wanted. But now? Now there was no doubt. “I’ll buy you a new one. Ten more. Anything you want.”

Chris started to pull away, but I caught him, spinning him toward the sacristy credens and bending him over. He braced his hands against the polished wood, looking over his shoulder, eyes blown wide. “Zac, what the fuck are you—”

“I need this,” I rasped, my fingers splaying over his lower back, trailing down. “I needyou.”

His breath escaped in a shaky exhale, his resolve crumbling as I dropped to my knees behind him. My hands gripped his hips, pushing his torn pants further apart, exposing him completely. I’d never eaten ass before—never wanted to, not with anyone else. But for him, I would. For him, Ihadto.

I spread his round cheeks, the soft golden fuzz dusting the creamy skin, my mouth descending right into his cleft. The first swipe of my tongue across his hole had him jerking, a strangled moan tearing from his throat.

I didn’t stop. I licked him open, slow and filthy, my hands locking him in place as my tongue worked deeper. Chris cursed, his thighs trembling, his body bowing forward over the cabinet, his ass pushing out into my face. His fingers curled over the wood, grasping for something—anything—to hold on to.

I groaned against him, my cock aching, straining against my zipper. We weren’t prepared for sex, but it had to happen anyway. I’d die if it didn’t. So I slicked him up, pressing my tongue into his tightness again and again, knowing there was no lube, nothing but this—my mouth, my spit, the heat of my breath against his shaking flesh.

Chris choked out my name, his voice cracking. “Zac—fuck,fuck—”

I dragged my tongue one last time over his entrance before standing, gripping his waist, pressing the length of my body against his back.

“Someone might come,” Chris panted, his forehead dropping against the table.

“I don’t give a fuck.” I swallowed hard. “I need to be inside younow.” My hands moved back, my fingers trembling as I unzipped my fly. I took my cock and balls out without even unbuckling my belt, spitting on it and rubbing the saliva over the hard, throbbing length. And then I was pushing inside him, bareand unrestrained, my cockhead sinking into that impossible heat.

He let out a ragged sound, his fingers clenching. “Oh God—”

I held him steady, easing in, inch by inch, my jaw clenched so hard it hurt. He was so tight, so hot, his body clinging to me, taking me deeper until I was fully seated inside him. A shudder wracked through me. I didn’t move right away. Justfelthim. Surrounding me, holding me,his.

Chris bent his head, his breath hitching. His voice came out barely above a whisper. “I hate this… I hate that you can make me feel like this.”

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