Page 11 of Silas's Sweetheart

Fuck a damn duck!

“What are you doing in my office?” he growled through clenched teeth, hating how the scent in the room warmed his blood as he walked to his desk and not so gently plonked his laptop case down.

Ziggy didn’t so much as look remorseful as he lounged—lounged, for fuck sake—back in the seat like he had every right to be in Silas’ office.

“Waiting for our nine o’clock meeting that you requested I be here sharply for, to run through the different manufacturing companies I need to familiarize myself with,” he said softly, in the honey coated voice that made everything inside Silas hot and tight.

Mother-damn-fucker! He’d forgotten he’d gotten his secretary to set up this meeting. Silas wasn’t sure who he wanted to blame, but the man sat in his office was far too easy a target.

He glowered at Ziggy.“I didn’t invite you into my office.” He folded his arms over his chest defensively, his suit jacket feeling constrictive.

Ziggy rose in a fluid move, the sleeves of his rolled-up shirt revealing several tattoos that moved with the sinews as he tucked his iPad under his arm. His fingers going to his brow in a salute, he walked wordlessly out of the office, carefully closing the door. A second later, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Silas ground his teeth together while his jaw bunched in frustration.

His wolf howled with laughter.He’s fun.

No, he’s fucking not. He’s a damn menace.

In the best possible way. It’s been too long since you cut loose.

Cut loose? Who has fucking time in their day for that?

The second knock caused a flood of embarrassment at how Ziggy could perceive his behavior.

“Get your ass in here,” he shouted, grabbing his seat and yanking it out. Feeling far too hot, he ripped off his suit jacket. He flung it onto the back of his seat, doing his utmost not to think about the man who returned to the seat he’d vacated less than two minutes ago.

Ziggy sat, iPad in hand, wearing a smile that gave Silas no clue what was on his mind or what he thought about this whole damn situation.

Silas took a deep breath through his mouth, not stupid enough to breathe in Ziggy’s fresh smell. He reached for his laptop case, congratulating himself on his hands being steady, and got his laptop out. He used the time to compose himself, if that was at all possible when he wanted to…

“Would a coffee help? I could make you one if you like?”

Jerking his head up, he met those pale eyes that were far too captivating and lost his train of thought.

“What?” he asked, blinking slowly, doing his best to get his remaining brain cells in the right damn order.

“Coffee. Would you like me to get you one?” Ziggy asked softly, his lips curving into a slow, sexy smile that hit all the right places for Silas.

He glanced over to where his office coffee machine was. His secretary set it up first thing, and then if Silas needed more, he’d do it himself. At the lack of coffee, he frowned.

“It’s not your job to make me coffee,” was all he could think to say with his brain on the fritz.

“Maybe not, but I don’t mind.” Ziggy rose once more with no prompting, placing his iPad in his seat.

Silas would like to say he had the willpower to resist letting his gaze drop to the round bouncy ass in black slacks that the woolen vest Ziggy wore over his shirt didn’t quite hide. Hismouth dried at how he recalled it covered in silk, or the peak he’d caught three days earlier. Was he wearing lingerie now?

His skin burned at how vivid his memory was of how good Ziggy had looked wearing the scraps of silk while riding him. He groaned in distress, burying his head in his hands. What happened to his ability to walk away from the omegas he fucked at Hidden Desires without a backward glance?

He didn’t need to reassure himself this hadn’t happened before, because he fucking knew he’d never reacted this way. And never in front of the other employees he’d worked with.

They never rode your cock or used that amazing, forked tongue to—

Don’t you fucking dare!

The snarl was out of his mouth before he could stop it, his groin tightened with the need pooling in his lower body. His nipples budded and the feel of his shirt brushing against the sensitive flesh was too much—and not what he wanted. To all that was fucking holy, he wanted Ziggy’s mouth. The hot, intense suction…

A choked cough brought his head out of his hands to reveal his flushed face to the man whose nose wrinkled. “I’m not sure what you’re thinking about, but the smell in here is making my snake hard to control.”

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