Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

you."
    "Six months ago, my hair was blonder than yours, but yeah, I think your company would be the best choice and I'll tell Mr. Brandon that tomorrow. Don't get your hopes up, though. He might not listen to me."
    "Yeah, he will."
    Taylor sounded so confident that Zach felt curious. "How do you know?"
    "Because I'm perfect for it and he knows it. He'd have given me the job without bothering with anyone else if it wasn't for the fact I've been out of state for the past month or so and he didn't know when I'd get back." Zach didn't want to pry, but Taylor told him anyway. "My mom fell and broke her leg. I went back home to look after her."
    "Oh God, I'm so sorry. Is she okay?"
    "Let's just say it wasn't the most fun visit home I've had. Momma's the active type and being on crutches isn't her idea of a good time. She missed a yoga retreat and a half-marathon to raise money for cancer research. Never mind. I'm back now and it's nice to know I've got something I can get busy with."
    From the warmth in his eyes, he wasn't talking about the contract. Fuck, why couldn't they have met up in a bar with nothing to get in the way of a quick, satisfying hook-up to take Zach's mind off his boss? Why did Taylor have to be not only a contractor but someone who clearly knew Brandon well, and so doubly off-limits?
    "You're biting your lip like you're hungry. Got something to fill you up better than that right here, if you want it, sugar." In Taylor's soft drawl, it didn't sound cheesy, but friendly, an invitation with no pressure behind it.
    Zach didn't pretend not to know what Taylor meant. "I can't. You -- if Mr. Brandon found out--"
    "Do you call him that all the time? I bet he hates it."
    "Of course I do! He's my boss. That or..."
    "Or?" Taylor prompted when Zach's words dried up.
    "Or 'sir'," Zach said, his face burning. Shit, it wasn't as if he was confessing to calling Jack 'Dark Master of Pain' or something. Just because it got him hard saying it didn't mean the rest of the world would think anything of it.
    Except Taylor's eyes narrowed, a knowing smile tilting the corners of his lips up. "Oh, you really are just the cutest thing he's had in here, aren't you?"
    "No," Zach said, regaining some self-respect. "Not cute. And not available. Sorry."
    "Is that because I don't ring your bell the way Jack does, or because you're scared I'll tell tales and get you fired?"
    Flustered, Zach stammered, "I don't -- he's straight, so why would I -- He's my boss . And this is his office and his couch and--"
    "And you're so hard right now, just thinking about what you'd like him to do to you in this office, on this couch, that you're about to cream those smart new trousers you're wearing to impress him."
    Zach closed his eyes to shut out temptation. "Why are you doing this to me?"
    Kissing him when his eyes were closed was just fucking cheating, but he got hit by the way Taylor's mouth tasted, as hot and addictive as coffee, and any objections or protests were forgotten by the time Taylor slid his tongue home.
    "You, oh you're so fucking hot. Yeah. Take the jacket off. Let me see you..."
    Spurred on by the hoarse, muttered words spilling out of Taylor's mouth, Zach took off his jacket and kicked away his shoes. His shirt was unbuttoned by hands that were shaking with impatience and left to hang open, the dark length of his tie tugged free of his shirt but not removed, so that it lay against his throat like a loose collar.
    It didn't take long to do the same to Taylor. There was something arousing about keeping their shirts on, though mostly it was for practical reasons; it was their pants that were in the way, not their shirts and if they had to get dressed again in a hurry, shirts already on would help. Taylor didn't seem to be in a rush to get inside Zach's pants though, his busy hands slowing once he had some skin to touch.
    "On top of me, sugar, that's it. Mmm, yeah, you can hump against me all you want. Go for it, but don't come yet, huh? Not before I've gotten a taste of it."
    Zach took full advantage of that permission, grinding his cock against Taylor's leg, desperate for some friction. He didn't want to come this way, but God, had he been aching for a touch.
    "Thought I'd been in a dry spell, but you're just panting for it. How long has it been?"
    Zach stopped licking Taylor's right nipple long enough to answer. "Uh, two weeks on Friday?"
    That hadn't been anything to write home about, either, just a quick hand job on another couch,