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

“Fill me with your dick, Zane,” he whispered against my lips, wrapping his strong legs around my waist. “Fuck me all day and into the night.”


Reluctantly, I pulled out of his arms, then crawled off the mattress. Once I fully shucked my running shorts, I raced around the bed to my dresser. From inside a drawer, I retrieved a tube of lubricant and a handful of condoms, more than I could use in any single day, but plenty to give me extra incentive if I found my energy starting to flag.


Meanwhile, Ford repositioned himself on the bed so that his head dangled off the side of the mattress closest to me. He reached up and snatched my erection, guiding it toward his inverted face. I lowered my crotch toward his seeking tongue. He lapped the pre-cum from my crown before taking it into his mouth. I planted my fisted hands on the mattress and fed him more and more of my rod, probing gently at first until the desire to couple consumed me.


Chapter 49