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Ziggy

Rue wore a perpetual scowl as he argued with Silas, or so it seemed to Ziggy. “I need the materials delivered to Ashby. Delaying now is fucking suicide for the whole range if we want it out straight after fashion week when interest will be at its highest.”

Silas glowered back, and Ziggy crossed his legs to keep his reaction under control. “You aren’t listening to me. I’m not delaying. I understand the urgency and the impact on sales.”

The gritted teeth look was suggesting that things were about to get hairy. If Ziggy had learned anything from these meetings between the brothers, they didn’t hold back their feelings, not one iota.

“We’re just getting over one logistical hauler nightmare. Give me fucking five minutes to figure out how to get the international market exports back where they should be. I got Ziggy to email you all about Dore, so you were up to speed. That was supposed to avoid this kind of situation, Rue.”

“I got it, but nowhere in there was how we deal with getting out the materials we need for the international fashion houses, like yesterday!” Rue snapped, his eyes literally firing temper bullets at Silas who didn’t so much as flinch.

The chair Silas was sitting on creaked as he leaned back, fingers tapping on the arm of the chair that, just ten hours earlier, Silas had been tied to.

“As I said— if you were listening to me —we are working to source the trucks we need to make all the fucking deliveries. The biggest hauler we had for international deliveries fucked off and left us in a hole. One Ziggy, Laken, Isley and I have worked our asses off to find a workable solution for, in both short and long term. We need time to set everything in motion, so stop riding my ass.” The threat was there, flashing in his eyes.

Did Rue pay any attention? No.

Rue rose and towered over Silas’s desk, slamming his huge hands on it, making it shift a good inch. “You like having your ass damn rode or why else would you let these fucking hauliers shaft you!”

Silas stood, matching Rue’s anger with that of his own, leaning over his desk. Ziggy felt it zinging around the room as the two alphas faced off with each other. “The only one here who likes to get shafted is you!”

Monty made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a snort, but his expression was totally professional as he watched the exchange with utter fascination, the same as Ziggy.

When Ziggy witnessed Rue clenching his huge hands into fists, he was up out of his chair ready to deflect— protect Silas.

“I can stay late and go through all the suppliers and hauliers, see if any can find any additional space to get the deliveries in on time for your deadlines.” Ziggy never took his eyes off Rue, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Silas shake his head.

“Why should you be the one working extra when this is his fucking issue?” Silas’s tone was icy and Ziggy realized too late he’d overstepped in his need to help.

“How is this just my issue?” Rue thundered back.

Silas jabbed a finger into Rue’s massive chest. “Because it’s your department, not mine.”

Rue knocked the hand away. “Aren’t we supposed to be working together, asshole?”

“You need to get out and get fucking laid,” Silas stated, none too pleasantly, “’Cause you’re the one acting like an asshole.”

Rue’s nose wrinkled, and the look that appeared had Ziggy bracing. “Is that fucking so? Maybe if I was having all the sex you were, I’d feel more amenable. So maybe you wanna share…”

Silas was across the desk so fast that Ziggy had no time to blink. Silas wrapped his hands in Rue’s suit jacket and dragged him in close, despite his size. The open laptop skidded off to the side, knocking pens, pads, files and a cup to the floor, which neither man appeared to notice.

“I don’t fucking share!” Silas growled threateningly, all teeth.

“And I don’t fucking need to get laid, now get the fuck off me before I ram your teeth down your throat.” The threat was real. It danced in between them as they held each other’s gaze, neither looking like they were going to back down. Then Silas let go, all but shoving Rue back into his seat.

Ziggy visibly shook with the adrenaline pouring through him. He masked his thoughts and held his breath, keeping his gaze averted from Monty, waiting to see if he needed to go get Booker, or one of the other brothers, if things got violent.

“You done being an asshat?” Silas questioned in a clipped tone.

“You?” Rue rapidly fired back.

Silas nodded and glanced at Ziggy. “Thank you for the offer, bring all the files back here at five and I’ll have pizza delivered while we go through them.” Silas shifted his gaze back to Rue, his dark brows arching. “Satisfied?”

Ziggy resisted the urge to snuggle into Silas’s side as they lay on the carpet.

That was not their agreement, but it was getting harder and harder to stick to given how often Ziggy found himself naked in this very office.

Sex was a forgone conclusion with how pent up they both were after the meeting with Rue.

The man had left with Monty and Ziggy had waited for Silas to reprimand him for overstepping. He hadn’t, and Ziggy wasn’t sure why.

Instead, they’d reworked meeting plans and spent several hours finding a workable solution for Rue, which Silas emailed before they’d gotten naked.

The sex… fuck how did it get better? Ziggy had more mind blowing sex with Silas than he’d ever had with his last boyfriend—or any ex for that matter—but they weren’t boyfriends.

What was going on here was sex, and wanting to cuddle was not on the agenda.

“What’s wrong?” Silas slurred, his hand brushing over Ziggy’s sweaty chest.

“Why do you ask?” he questioned, not looking at him, unsure what he’d reveal right then.

“You tensed.” Silas’s voice sounded more alert.

Had he? He scrambled to come up with something to say. “Having sex on the floor can be quite taxing. My body is rebelling.”

A warm chuckle brushed his ear. “I’m normally the one on my knees, if you recall.”

Ziggy rose, averting his gaze, and reached for the shirt he’d cast aside, snorting. “You love that position, and it’s usually me riding your cock into submission with my knees on the floor,” he pointed out.

“I do,” Silas murmured softly.

Ziggy glanced over his shoulder, a smile teasing his lips at the sight of Silas covered in cum and sweat, his hair stuck up all over the place, dark eyelashes fanning his cheek bones. He was beautiful.

“How frequently you scream my name is a bit of a giveaway.” He aimed for humor, working to keep the conversation light, much as he had done time and time again over the last few weeks, working to convince himself not to take what was happening between them seriously. It was harder some days than others.

Silas’s eyes slit open. “I do not scream,” he scoffed, a lazy smile appearing as his gaze roamed down Ziggy’s silk clad torso.

Ziggy swung around without a thought other than to prove his point and mounted Silas, sliding the flaccid cock between his ass cheeks, squeezing. It ripped a moan from Silas’s lips. “Too sensitive.”

“Is that so?” Ziggy rolled his hips, feeling the shaft thicken as it slid through his slick. They groaned together and Ziggy couldn’t resist doing it again.

“Motherfucker,” Silas groaned, half laughing while cursing, before Ziggy found himself flat on his back and Silas fully in charge as he pinned him to the ground.

Ziggy found it hard to catch his breath at the switch in the power dynamic when Silas kissed him. It wasn’t one of passion, but more of teasing. He nibbled his way to Ziggy’s ear. “You are misbehaving. What should I do to my naughty assistant?”

It was all said in a teasing tone, and yet Ziggy found himself willing to play along. “You tell me,” he rasped.

When Silas shifted and they stared at each other, he saw a flicker of doubt but before he could revert to being in charge, Silas crushed his mouth in a bone searing kiss.

Lips and tongue played with Ziggy’s teasingly, enticing him until he was mindless.

A melted pile of goo, aroused yet not wishing to hurry to get beyond the kissing stage, which it wasn’t something Silas preferred. Or not until now.

He made a growling noise in the back of his throat as Silas deepened the kiss, changed the angle, and simply made the world disappear. The kiss was… perfect.

As that thought registered, Ziggy’s heart trembled.

Fuck!

Fuck!

What had he done?