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The thought made Raffaele’s lips curl into a self-deprecating smile. Unfortunately, being aware of his faults did nothing to eliminate them.

He had gotten Nate back. He was back—but things still weren’t back to normal. His body seemed to think that “normal” should include having his assistant’s mouth around his cock every day.

Christ, it was ridiculous. He was straight. He’d never been attracted to men, no matter how sexually frustrated he was.

The whole thing with Nate had started because he was bored and it had been entertaining to watch the boy glare at him and swallow his cutting remarks in order not to get fired and win his ridiculous bet. It had amused him. Raffaele had just wanted to anger Nate enough to make him snap and give up. He hadn’t actually thought that Nate would follow his orders and get him off—with his hand and then later with his mouth.

Raffaele had always tried to be honest with himself. He wasn’t a very good man. He would be the first to admit that his moral compass was somewhat skewed, and he tended to treat people like things if he wasn’t careful. It had been often remarked that he lacked qualities like compassion and human decency.

But he’d always drawn the line at having sex with his employees. It wasn’t something he ever did. Frankly, he simply found it unappealing. What was the challenge in fucking women who were too scared to say no? He could never be certain that they actually wanted him.

Nate was different. He wasn’t scared of him.

Or rather, of course he had been scared of him—at first. But by the time the whole arrangement between them had started, Nate had become too comfortable with him to truly be scared. He talked back. He used “sir” only when he felt like it. He grumbled and bitched if he found a task unpleasant until Raffaele caved and assigned it to someone else. Raffaele had been too soft with him even before Nate started sucking his cock.

His cock twitched again. Raffaele hissed in annoyance, shifting lower in his seat. He glanced around the conference room, but of course no one had seen it, because everyone avoided looking his way.

Everyone but Nate.

He was seated at the small desk to the side of the conference table. But he wasn’t taking notes. He was frowning, looking at Raffaele.

Raffaele glared at him, his irritation spiking when his gaze dropped to Nate’s soft, full lips, slightly parted. It would be so easy to walk over, unzip his pants, and slide his cock into that mouth, and damn everyone watching—

“If you find our conditions satisfactory, please sign here, Mr. Ferrara.”

Raffaele shifted his gaze to the contract in front of him and skimmed it with his eyes, without even seeing it. He couldn’t fucking focus, his cock throbbing in his pants.

Someone handed him a pen.

“Please sign here.”

Raffaele put the pen against the paper, ready to sign and get it over with, when Nate cleared his throat. Loudly. “Can I talk to you, sir?”

He turned his head to him. Everyone in the room did. It was a massive breach of protocol. Personal assistants weren’t supposed to interrupt important negotiations like these.

Nate gave him a look that was between pleading and stubborn.

“Now?” Raffaele said.

“Yes, sir. It won’t take more than a few minutes.”

Irritated but curious, Raffaele got to his feet and strode into the smaller room that adjoined the main conference room. It was a good thing his suit jacket was long enough to cover his crotch.

Nate closed the door behind them and hissed, “What the hell were you doing? You were about to sign a contract with so many loopholes even I could see it!”

Raffaele opened his mouth and then closed it, not knowing what to say. If Nate was right, he had no excuse for his inattention.

Nate huffed, glancing down at Raffaele’s crotch. He flushed, scowled, and looked back at Raffaele’s face. “Is it really that bad? I didn’t know your brain relocated to your dick when you were horny.”

“Watch your tone.”

Nate raised his eyebrows. “Or what? You’ll fire me?” He glanced at the door, chewing on his lip. “When was the last time you got laid?”

“None of your business,” Raffaele bit out, trying not to imagine shoving his insolent PA to his knees and then shoving his cock down his throat.

“That long, huh?” Nate said, before heaving a long-suffering sigh. He dropped to his knees. “I’m doing this for the company,” he said, unzipping Raffaele’s fly.

Raffaele couldn’t care less about his reasons, his fingers burying in Nate’s hair and pulling his face to his cock.

“Impatient,” his infuriating PA said and then finally fit his warm, wet mouth around his aching cock.

Raffaele bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from making any sound. His hips were moving without his volition, his cock pistoning in and out of the boy’s mouth as his hand gripped his hair. He stared greedily at Nate’s flushed face, at his plump lips stretched wide around his cock, those glazed eyes wide and disbelieving, as if Nate couldn’t believe what he was doing.


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