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

I flipped him over onto his back, using gravity to aid me in bathing his quivering shaft in the warm, copious essence. My tongue swirled around and around his crown. He bucked and wiggled beneath me, but I firmly held him against the mattress and continued to drain the cum from him. Only after he settled down, released a lengthy sigh of gratification, did I guzzle his load before licking him clean.


I released his softening dick from my mouth, then straddled his waist. I yanked him up to a sitting position, then kissed him, my tongue making certain he received a generous sampling of his tangy discharge before I tugged his T-shirt up and over his head.


He fell back onto the mattress, clamped his hands on my pecs, and presented me with a smile lazy with afterglow. “Fuck, I needed that. I’ve been imagining you doing that to me for the past few days.”


Chapter 48