Page 13 of The Boss (Straight Men #2)

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 his tailored 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 an idiot, 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.”

God, I loved when he got bossy.

I palmed him through his wet briefs, feeling how hard he already was. “Look how much you want it,” I said. “You’re leaking so much, your underwear is a mess.” He only grunted as I pulled his pants and briefs down his legs. I took a moment to admire the view, his cock pulsating, his thick, hairy thighs tensing with anticipation. I placed my hands on them for support and leaned in, nuzzling his balls and breathing in his scent. His sack was freshly shaved, as usual, and I started licking his nuts, which always made him growl. “You ever think about me when you’re at home?” a question escaped me before I could help myself. “Or do I only exist between office hours?”

Zac’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he threaded his fingers into my hair, tilting my head back. “I thought I told you to shut up.” His voice was rough, his grip firm but not painful. Just the way I liked it.

I licked a slow stripe up the length of his shaft, then smirked up at him. “Make me.”

And he fucking did.

* * *

The following morning, I didn’t wake up early enough to catch Isaac in the gym, so I knew he’d come horny to the office. As much as I enjoyed our workout sessions, I wasn’t a morning person like he was, and sometimes I preferred an extra hour or two of sleep before dragging my ass out of bed and into work. The gym could wait until the evening.

I had only enough time to turn on my computer and grab a cup of coffee when he emerged from the elevator, looking like he’d stepped off a runway rather than a treadmill.

“Morning, boss,” I greeted him.

“Morning,” he said, then looked around to make sure we were alone. “Busy?”

“Depends. What do you want?”

He leaned in, searing my cheek with his breath. “I want it all. And I want it now .”

Ah, the master of innuendo was back. I followed him into his office, taking my place beside his desk like a well-trained dog. When he saw me kneeling there even before he’d taken off his coat, Zac’s whole body went rigid, his eyes dark with desire. “Such a good boy,” he murmured, his voice rumbling across the room. If I had a tail, I’d be wagging it like mad.

He plonked into his chair and started sifting through his files while I settled between his legs, unzipping his pants and taking his cock out. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but it reached its full size in my hand before I had the chance to swallow it. His virility never failed to amuse me; no matter how many times I sucked him off, he was always ready for more. And that meaty cock of his deserved worship—which is exactly what I gave it.

Zac leaned back against his chair, releasing a shaky breath as I worked my mouth down his shaft, taking my time, savoring every second. I was in deep—both figuratively and literally. Zac’s cock was heavy on my tongue, thick and pulsing, and the way his fingers threaded through my hair, guiding my movements with just enough pressure, made my own dick ache in my pants. He was already close. I could tell by the way his breath turned uneven, his stomach flexing each time I took him deep.

I fucking loved this. Loved feeling him twitch in my mouth, loved the way his fingers dug into the arms of his chair as he fought to keep himself composed. He always tried to act like he was in control, like I was just some convenient outlet for his frustration, but I knew better. The way he bucked into my mouth, the way his breath turned ragged—I was the one unraveling him, one slow, wet stroke at a time.

I was really getting into it, sliding my hands up his thighs, hollowing my cheeks to suck him deeper when the absolute worst thing happened—someone knocked on the door. I barely had time to process the sound before the door swung open. I forgot to lock it.

Oh, fuck.

I panicked so hard I nearly choked, pulling off him with a wet gasp and scrambling under his desk just as Alicia stepped inside. My heart hammered so loud I swore she could hear it. I ducked between Zac’s legs, my knees on the carpet, hands gripping his thighs for balance.

“Isaac?” Alicia’s voice rang out through the room, casual as anything.

My eyes darted up to Zac’s, but his expression didn’t so much as quiver.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice as smooth as ever.

From my hiding spot, I could just barely make out her feet under the edge of the desk, standing near the door. She sighed. “It’s about that quarterly report I sent you yesterday. I need your approval before I forward it to Finance.”

Zac exhaled sharply, like she was testing his patience. Which, to be fair, she was —though she had no idea just how much. “And you couldn’t have emailed me?”

“You’re the one who always says face-to-face communication is more efficient,” she shot back. “Besides, you didn’t respond.”

Jesus. Pick a worse time, why don’t you? I sat there, frozen, my whole body tense, hoping Alicia would take the hint and leave. But she didn’t.

Zac shifted in his seat, angling his hips slightly, and his cock pressed against my cheek. “I see.”

I should’ve just stayed still, let him suffer a little for putting us in this situation. But I was an idiot. A careless, sex-starved idiot, because when I saw the way his balls were flexing, his thighs tense from the interruption, my hunger won out. So I leaned in and slowly, carefully, wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock again.

He stiffened. I glanced up at him, testing the waters, and—holy shit—his jaw was locked tight, eyes dark with a warning. But he didn’t push me away.

Alicia didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. “You gonna approve it or what?” she pressed.

Zac cleared his throat, his voice only a touch tighter than usual. “I’ll look it over later.”

My tongue swirled around the glans, and I felt a twitch against my lips. I suppressed a smug grin. Oh, you like that, huh?

Alicia sighed. “Fine. But don’t forget this time.” She hesitated. I froze, holding my breath. “Are you okay?”

Zac’s fingers curled in my hair, tugging—maybe a warning, maybe a plea. I flicked my tongue against his slit in response. “I’m f-fine,” he ground out.

A beat of silence.

“You sure? You look kind of—tense.”

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

To his credit, Zac didn’t miss a beat. “I have a headache,” he said smoothly. “Alicia, unless this is life or death, I’d like to get back to my work.”

“All right,” she muttered. “I’ll leave you to it. Just don’t forget the report.”

I listened as her heels clicked toward the door. Then, finally, finally , she left the office, and the door shut behind her.

The next moment I fucking lost it. I pulled off Zac’s cock, muffling my laughter against his thigh. “ Oh my god. ” I wheezed. “She must’ve thought you were constipated or something. I wish I could’ve seen her face!”

Zac just let out a long breath, running a hand down his face. “You reckless little shit. How many times have I told you to always lock the damn door?” Then, to my utter surprise, he laughed. An actual, full-bodied laugh. It was low and warm, the kind of laugh that sent heat curling in my gut. It wasn’t a mocking scoff, wasn’t condescending—it was real. Genuine. And fuck me, that was even sexier than anything we’d just done.

I grinned up at him. “Sorry. I guess I was too impatient to suck you off.”

His jaw ticked. “You did it while she was talking to me.”

I licked my lips, my smile turning wicked. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

His glare could’ve melted iron. His fingers brushed my cheek, a butterfly’s wings against my skin. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I wanted to say something cocky in response. Something flirty. But the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, left me speechless. I couldn’t say what I really wanted to say. It would spoil the moment, make him uncomfortable, maybe even drive him away. So I simply smiled, gripping the base of his shaft.

He let out a deep breath, rolling his chair back just enough to spread his legs wider. “Now… finish what you started.”

Well… who was I to deny my boss?

* * *

By mid-afternoon, I was back at my desk, sorting through Isaac’s endless stream of emails and scheduling his meetings for the rest of the week. It was a mindless, routine task, but for once, I didn’t mind it. My body still hummed with satisfaction, my lips tingling from earlier, the taste of his cum still lingering on my tongue. I’d spent the morning on my knees, having Zac’s cock lodged inside my throat, and he had let me. Again and again.

There was something intoxicating about it—knowing that a man like him, powerful and controlled, crumbled under my touch. That I could make him tense and shudder, his whole body going rigid as he spilled into my mouth. I took pride in it.

And yet… a quiet hunger simmered beneath my ribs, something deeper than just physical attraction. I wanted more . Needed more.

I’d always been the kind of guy who liked to take control, who liked to be the one calling the shots in bed. But with Zac, it was different. Something about him made me ache to submit, to feel the weight of his body pressing me down, to let him take me apart. I wanted him inside me. And that thought alone should’ve scared the shit out of me—yet, somehow, it didn’t.

I was still lost in that realization when the elevator dinged. I looked up, expecting some delivery guy or another executive stopping by, but when the doors slid open, a tall woman in a long fur coat and sunglasses stepped out.

She was simply stunning. The kind of gorgeous that made people stop and stare, with raven-dark hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, and blood-red lips curved in an imperious smile. She walked like she belonged in the pages of a high-fashion magazine—elegant, poised, every movement smooth and deliberate.

I sat up straighter without realizing it, my stomach tightening as she approached my desk.

“Hi,” she said, taking off her sunglasses. Her voice was clear and lofty, and her pale blue eyes sparkled under the office lights. “I’m Chantelle. Isaac Steele’s fiancée.”

The words slammed into me, knocking the air from my lungs.

Oh.

Oh .

I blinked, momentarily stunned, my brain scrambling to keep up. This was her. Zac’s Chantelle. The woman he kissed. The woman he fucked. The woman he was going to marry. And she was breathtaking. Hell, even I wanted to fuck her, which was saying something. How the fuck was I supposed to compete with that ?

I forced a polite smile, my fingers gripping the edge of my desk. “Uh, nice to meet you. Should I announce—?”

She held up one gloved hand, flashing me a conspiratorial grin. “Don’t. I want to surprise him for his birthday.”

My stomach dropped. His birthday ? I didn’t even know it was his fucking birthday.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat and nodded, slumping back into my chair as she breezed past me like a goddess descending from Mount Olympus. I watched her disappear into Zac’s office, the door clicking shut behind her.

Then I just… sat there. Staring at my computer screen, suddenly unable to focus on a single goddamn thing. From inside his office, I heard his voice—low, warm, affectionate in a way I had never heard before. Then her laugh, light and musical, like wind chimes in a summer breeze.

A sharp pang of something nasty shot through me. It coiled in my gut, dark and insidious, and I hated it. Hated that I felt so betrayed. Hated that the sound of them together made my skin feel too tight, my heart hammer too fast. What the hell was I expecting? This thing between us—it wasn’t real. Not really. Zac had a life. A fiancée. A future that didn’t include me. I was just… a convenient distraction. A fun little indulgence. And maybe that had been enough for me at first, but now, I wasn’t so sure.

Minutes passed. I couldn’t help but wonder what were they doing inside—were they kissing? Were they making out? Would he let her touch him, maybe jerk him off, at the same spot where I swallowed his load only hours ago? I barely moved, barely breathed—until finally, the office door swung open again.

I glanced up just in time to see them stepping out together, Chantelle’s hand curled around his arm, her body pressed to his side.

Zac’s gaze flicked to mine. “Chris, I’m heading out early. Alicia can handle things without me for one day.”

I swallowed hard, forcing a neutral expression. “Right. Have a good night.”

His brow furrowed slightly, like he noticed something in my tone, but he didn’t press. Instead, he nodded and led Chantelle toward the elevator.

I watched them go, my stomach twisting as the doors slid shut behind them. And then I was alone. Alone with the crushing realization that this—whatever this was between us—was never going to end the way I wanted.