Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

wouldn't kiss like that, with soft and insubstantial brushes of his lips, and gentle touches from his tongue. Brandon would claim a guy's mouth bruisingly hard, lick inside it demandingly, bite down and suck until Zach's lips were stinging, swollen, hot...
    "I'm out the rest of the day, checking up on the Stanfield Hill sub-division. They've screwed up big time with the foundations and I want to deal with it in person."
    Zach nodded, wondering if he'd be able to make it to the men's room without being seen and jerk off in there. No way could he let his boner just subside and still be good for anything work-related. He needed to come, to feel the sweet, savage kick in the balls that a Brandon-inspired climax gave him.
    Kiss me , he thought. Tell me to get naked, bend me over the desk and fuck me. Make me get on my knees and lick you clean when you're done with my ass. Do dirty, filthy things to me with your hands and your mouth. Tie me to your chair with a paperclip chain and watch me squirm, make me come without being touched and spank me when I do...
    Brandon's hand slapped the desk, jerking Zach out of his fevered fantasies. "Are you even listening to me, boy?"
    "Yes, sir." Zach felt faint. He blamed loss of blood to the brain from the grunted out 'boy'. The desk -- just -- hid his raging erection, but his face had to be the color of his scarlet stapler and there was probably drool on his chin.
    "I've got three contractors coming in this afternoon, bidding on the Delahay job. I won't be back in time, so you can handle it. Listen to them, get down the details of their bids, and write up a report for me to look at in the morning with your recommendations. Cheapest isn't necessarily best. I've left their names on my desk. Look them up in the files and see how they did on other jobs for us."
    Lust fled as ambition fought panic. "Interview them? Me ?" Zach heard the squeak in his voice and frowned. He tried again, hitting a lower note. "Are you sure I'm up to it?"
    Brandon's gaze flickered to the desk and back. "Pretty sure you're up for anything. I'll be making the final decision, but I'll be interested in your take on them. This is your chance to impress me, if that's anywhere on your to-do list. And if it isn't, it should be."
    Zach drew in a deep breath. "Yes, sir!"
    Brandon straightened so they weren't breathing in each other's used air. "Don't call me that unless you mean it."
    He left before Zach could work out an answer to that one.
    ****
    The first two men had come and gone, leaving Zach with one more contractor to interview. His nerves had steadied now and he was enjoying himself. After freaking out over sitting in Brandon's chair and giving men old enough to be his grandfather a hard time about estimates, he'd started to enjoy himself. This was interesting. He hadn't expected that. So far, he'd been underachieving because Brandon hadn't given him anything a kid in high school couldn't have handled. Zach had been to college and if he didn't live up to his potential, well, that was his business. Time to settle down when he'd gotten bored of having fun.
    Which wasn't going to be any time soon.
    The afternoon had become early evening and the yard was emptying out. Most of the crew was off-site, anyway. Zach's stomach was reminding him that the sandwich he'd grabbed for lunch as he'd studied the files was a distant memory now. And he hadn't gotten to jerk off, too absorbed in memorizing every detail he could about the three men he'd be seeing, so residual arousal was fretting at his nerves. Maybe after he'd eaten and changed out of the suit and tie he was wearing, he could go out and hit a club or a bar. Wednesday nights, everything would be dead, but if he was lucky, he'd find someone tall and broad shouldered who'd get off on ordering him around...
    A knock on the door brought him to his feet, a polite smile on his face as he welcomed Taylor Dutton. The smile went from polite to appreciative before Taylor had finished shaking his hand and telling Zach to call him by his first name.
    Nice. Late twenties, his height, but way more muscles, blond hair and brown eyes and the kind of tan that came from working outside. Ripped jeans and a white shirt made Zach blink, though. The other two men had worn suits. Brandon always did, though Zach got the feeling he wasn't comfortable in them. True, the jeans looked sinfully good clinging to Taylor's long legs, but Zach told himself sternly to put a check mark in the negative