Page 24 of Silas's Sweetheart

Lennon:Rehashing and trying to figure who spilled the beans on Taylin and Hollis being together. Did anyone talk about it outside of work?

Ziggy’s belly clutched at the possibility it was one of his friends before he added a comment, wanting them to know he’d never speak out of turn. Not that he had any friends in Hazardville, except for them.

The replies eased the tension inside him until Frey replied to Isley and made him build back up a head of steam that had nothing to do with Hollis or Taylin, more how he’d seen Silas react. Unable to voice that, he added:They’re elitest assholes that know fuck all about it! And I’m sure everyone picked up on what that weasel was implying. I’d also say that no one could miss the measure of those men when they all stood with Taylin and formed a wall to protect Hollis.

About to make another comment about a kiss he’d not witnessed because he’d gotten lost in his own head and completely missed it, he paused when Hollis replied, adding at the end in capitals,BACK TO WORK… NOW!

Ziggy chuckled and shut the app. Putting his phone to one side, he dragged his keyboard closer and reached for his mouse to open up his computer. His mind strayed back to Silas as it tended to do, despite how often he worked to resist thinking about him.

Resistance is futile.

Enough!

He continued to circle around what had happened in the boardroom. Was Silas alright?

Hollis and all the brothers had remained behind in the boardroom, meaning the likelihood was they’d be there for some time and Ziggy would have no excuse to go check in on Silas. None whatsoever.

Yet, he wanted to. To see if, from the limited conversations they’d had about his new position in the company, Silas was doing okay. Surely it wasn’t overstepping to want to make sure someone he worked with was doing alright after that shitshow?

He rolled his eyes at the feeling coming from his snake.

Silas is most definitely reluctant about being the new face of the business. We would have to be blind not to pick that up.

Stop looking for excuses.

He grumped at the truth of it. He’d suspected, even before he’d seen Silas wince at the barb about divergents, it would be hard to fill those shoes of Derick Starling, his shifter father and the driving force behind Starling Enterprises.

It didn’t matter that Derick had married a non-shifter, or that Lane was an equal partner in the business. No one ever used Lane’s name in the press. That was something Ziggy had noticed with his research of the company. The couple had been shunned,then proved to the world that their differences made not a jot of difference as they had created a brand and an empire built on acceptance. This ethos was why, when Ziggy had seen the advert for the role, he had applied.

You also researched all the brothers, too…

The slyness of his snake made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. He avoided thinking about how he’d known who Silas was when he’d stepped into the room at Hidden Desires. Had he confessed to knowing who Silas was? No, he most definitely had not. Ziggy got the impression Silas would somehow see the situation as a setup, which it wasn’t. Far from it.

He’d noted the pictures had not done Silas justice. None of the man’s true charisma came through. His passion for the business that he worked for as hard as everyone else. He didn’t coast on his good fortune. And that added to the growing list of appealing things he learned about Silas while working together. It made him harder to resist, that was for sure. And that was dangerous with how Ziggy struggled to resist asking for more. Silas, after work, was an addiction… the combination was lethal.

Even now, sitting alone, his body reacted, warming at the dirty things that Silas allowed him to do… to say to him that got them both off, frequently.

He glanced up, cursing at the knock at the door. His heart skipped a beat until Wilder poked his head around the door. “Do you have a minute?”

Glad of the diversion, despite his heavy workload, he grinned and beckoned Wilder into the room as he hovered by the door. “Whatsup?”

Chapter Nine

Silas

It was late and though Silas was tired from juggling the workload piled a mountain high, it didn’t stop his body reacting when Ziggy strolled in with a glint in his eyes that instantly had Silas’s body responding.

He leaned back in his seat, watching Ziggy lock the door, then tug off the jumper he wore instead of a shirt. It dropped to the floor and Silas pressed a hand against his fly to stem the ache at the sight of the green silk beneath.

Ziggy toed off his shoes, undid his fly and wriggled out of his slacks. They landed… somewhere. Silas was too busy to notice where, trying not to choke on his tongue at what turned out to be an all in one bodysuit. It cut high on Ziggy’s hips and barely concealed the cock beneath the silk.

All thoughts in Silas’s head fled the second Ziggy pointed to the carpeted floor by his feet. “I need you here.”

Up and off the seat before Ziggy had finished speaking, Silas knelt in front of him, not caring that the suit he worewas cashmere and cost a fortune. His heart raced at all the possibilities as fingers curled around his chin and guided him to the silk-clad shaft leaking pre-cum, leaving a sizable patch on the darkening silk. The fingers moved up the side of his cheek, stroking, encouraging, before he gripped the base of Silas’s neck.

“Put your hands behind your back and use your mouth to free my cock,” he murmured softly, but the command was unmistakable.

Silas wordlessly nuzzled into the wet silk. He inhaled the musky arousal then pushed his nose under the silk. Ziggy’s potent aroma was like a drug to Silas, one he couldn’t get enough of. He managed to move the silk after several attempts. The thick, veiny cock curved towards Ziggy’s rounded belly and Silas moaned when Ziggy’s grip tightened, stopping him from following his instinct to suck the cock into his mouth.

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