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

He shuddered at the contact. “You mean—”


I gestured to the windows. “No one’s around now, and if someone came by to get into their car, they can’t see us.” Even as I spoke the words, I traced his zipper with my fingertips, hunting for the pull-tab, frustratingly hidden beneath a fold in his dress slacks.


“Come on, show me your dick again. I’ve been thinking about it since that day in the restroom.” I pressed my palm against his growing hardness, then walked my fingers over its length. Damn, he was packing even more meat than I had expected. And all I could think about was stuffing every morsel of it into my mouth. “I can’t wait any longer to see it again.”


He repositioned his right hand over my groin, groping me with equal gusto. “Only if you show me yours.”


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