Project Director Zane Caldwell has a major problem -- a charming, go-getter hotshot from Chicago named Ford Trionni, recently hired at Widdley Finch Inc., a Connecticut-based marketing research company. The man, whom the secretarial pool nicknamed "The Italian Stallion" based on his stunning good looks and sexual aura, has also gained the reputation of a superstar in the industry due to his innovative analytical techniques. The trouble is, the man wears his accolades like a badge on his lapel, strutting around the office like a peacock.<br><br>Ford's self-centered, lofty attitude drives Zane to utter distraction. Even worse, the man seems to know it, intentionally using his sizzling sex appeal to tie Zane's patience and libido into knots while giving off mixed messages of mutual attraction. But from what Zane can tell, Ford's already involved in an intense relationship with someone else, and the last thing Zane wants is to fall for a guy who not only treats him like a peon instead of an equal, but intends to make him a side dish to his current love affair.<br><br>Yet as he works with Ford on an important account, Zane begins to realize there's more to Ford than the man lets on, and all may not be what it seems. As the heat between them builds into an inferno despite their contrary work relationship, Zane vows to get to the bottom of Ford's confusing behavior once and for all. Is the man playing games with Zane's job and his heart, or is there a chance they might actually discover they're the perfect partners?

And the Survey Says

For a moment, I closed my eyes and indulged my fantasies. I imagined Ford Trionni lying before me, covered in fresh jizz. That did it for me. I yanked my shaft out of the clenching hole, tore off the condom, and stroked myself to an eruption so tremulous, I thought my legs would give out beneath me. My cum added to the moist zigzagged patterns on my companion’s chest and belly. After milking myself dry, I collapsed on top of him. His arms encircled me. We kissed for untold minutes, our bodies squishing together as we relished each other’s furry nakedness.


“Oh yeah, Zane,” whispered Ian, a guy who had been my occasional suck-and-fuck-buddy for the past year or so. “You weren’t kidding. You really didneed to work off some of that tension.”


“I told you. The pressure’s been building since Friday, and no amount of whacking the monkey at home and alone could cut it. I’m glad your talented mouth and ass were available.”


Chapter 12