Page 14 of Silas's Sweetheart

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Silas groaned and ran the tip of his tongue over where Ziggy had touched him. “Rough, yet not. And your weight against me… gods, it’s amazing,” he breathed out on a moan.

They slithered up around Silas’ neck and he moaned anew. Little whimpers came as he rocked up against the snake, his cock hot and heavy against a coil, which his snake used to tease. They tightened the coil until Silas released a throaty moan, head resting back on the snake as his body undulated in the chair.

Was he going to come like this? That would be a first for Ziggy’s snake, who became thrilled at the prospect of such freedom.

What if he freaks?Ziggy pushed to take control at the determination of his snake to make Silas fly.

Feel how his body responds to me, he wants this.

I don’t think this is a good idea…

“Yeah… yeah… oh fuck… please don’t stop,” Silas begged, shuddering so hard his snake actually rested its head on top ofSilas’ like it was showing he wanted to mate. Their pheromones were so strong, Silas could never resist in his current state.

He doesn’t understand what you are doing!

Ziggy worked to wrestle back control too late as the scent of cum came with Silas thrusting up and crying out. His whole body tensed before he slumped, panting hard.

“Fuck me!”

“Fuck me.”Six hours later, those words continued to haunt Ziggy. He had decided that hiding out in the coffee room was the only way to avoid anyone asking him how he was getting on with his alpha. The continued questions and his inability to lie to those he liked made avoidance his only option, and as it was nearly the end of the day, he didn’t have long to go.

He shoved a piece of chocolate brownie into his mouth to give himself something else to chew on because what he wanted to chew on was not on offer. They might have shared a moment in Silas’s office, but after…

He chewed faster and swallowed, tasting none of what he was eating. Instead, bitterness burned at the back of his throat as he recalled how fast Silas had eventually escaped the office, and avoided him ever since.

Ziggy had waited for the other shoe to drop. Basically, for Hollis, his boss, to come tell him he’d gotten reassigned, or worse, sacked after only a few weeks working for the company.

How would that look on my resume?

His snake side didn’t bother to answer him as he was still feeling fucking self-satisfied at what had happened. After Ziggy had finally gotten control back, the other man was a furious red color and did not make eye contact with Ziggy as he dressed. The scent of sex made what they’d done impossible to hide from.When Ziggy had finished dressing, Silas had wordlessly left the room and not returned.

Ziggy knew this because he’d hung around for over an hour, unsure what to actually do. He’d wanted to check in, make sure Silas was okay, but in the end he’d gone back to his own office and contacted Monica, Derick Starling’s PA before he retired. She was the font of all knowledge in the company and had given him a list of all the manufacturers they dealt with so he could familiarize himself with them. She hadn’t asked why he’d not requested them from Silas, and he was grateful for that.

“Did you eat the last slice of strawberry cheesecake?” Bowie, a sweet-faced guy who was no longer shy around Ziggy, bustled in and asked, his sad eyes going to the empty plate on the counter.

Ziggy shook his head, holding up what was left of the brownie.

“Then I bet it was Frey. He’s the one who can’t resist Monty’s cheesecake.” Bowie sighed and went to the sink with his empty mug. “I thought I’d take a slice home for after my dinner,” he continued as he rinsed and dried the mug, placing it back in the cupboard.

Every floor in the building had a coffee lounge, but the one on this floor had the best cake collection. The other PAs, Lennon, Monty, Frey, Hollis, Isley, Wilder, and Bowie all baked and took turns bringing it in to share. Ziggy couldn’t bake to save his life.

“Has anyone asked you to put your name down on the cake rota?” Bowie asked sweetly, his shy smile warm as he turned and leaned against the counter.

It was like he’d plucked the thought out of Ziggy’s head. He had already confessed he would not be able to match anyone’s skills in the kitchen. “I like you all too much to inflict my kitchen disasters on you.”

Bowie giggled, his big shoulders shaking. He was a highland cow, a non shifter, who had the build of his animal soul. And although he was all solid muscle, he was a total softie. He didn’thave a harmful bone in his body that Ziggy could tell. “I could help teach you, if you want?”

“I think I might be one of those gardeners with a black thumb, only in the kitchen instead.”

Bowie frowned, his soulful, chocolate brown eyes full of confusion. “Erm, I’m no good at gardening and baking with dirty hands is yuck.”

It took Ziggy a moment to process that statement, forgetting how literally Bowie interpreted what folks said. He swallowed a chuckle, keeping his amusement in check because he didn’t want to upset the sensitive man. “Nah, I just meant I’m not any good.”

“Oh, okay.” Bowie shrugged, not looking convinced. “But if you change your mind, you just have to ask.”

Monty strolled in carrying two mugs and glanced between them, grinning. “Change your mind about what?”

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