“Fun?” he whispered, looking into Asher’s eyes.
“Definitely fun.” Asher cupped Zach’s cheek in his palm and stroked it gently with his thumb. “May I kiss you?”
You can do anything you’d like to me, Zach thought. The practical part of his mind was screaming that something was very, very wrong here, but months of longing for this very thing held far more power. Asher had noticed him, Asher wanted tokisshim, and Zach had no willpower to resist his fantasy coming true.
“Yes, please,” he said, leaning into the caress as he slid his arms around Asher’s neck.
Zach saw a flash of approval in Asher’s eyes, and all it took was a little head tilt for their lips to meet. Sliding his fingers into Zach’s hair, Asher took control of the kiss and skimmed his tongue along Zach’s lips, seeking to coax them apart.
From the first touch of Asher’s lips, Zach was lost. Desire more powerful than anything he’d ever felt rose up, and he parted his lips with a soft moan, closing his eyes and giving himself over to whatever Asher wanted. Asher paused, but then he tightened his fingers in Zach’s hair and claimed Zach’s mouth with a hungry growl, exploring and tasting at a leisurely pace.
The growl made Zach’s toes curl and his knees go weak, and he clung to Asher like a lifeline. No one had ever kissed him with such intense focus, and he kissed Asher back, his own hunger rising up to equal Asher’s. Asher slid his free hand from Zach’s waist to his ass and pulled Zach tight against him, letting Zach feel the erection straining at the confines of his jeans as the kiss continued, slow and hot and deep.
The proof of Asher’s desire for him turned the flare of Zach’s desire into a roaring flame. He rocked eagerly against Asher, a helpless moan rising from Zach’s throat at the inadequate friction.
Asher drew back with wonderment in his eyes, and a slow smile curved his lips. “So responsive. I like that too.”
Breathless, Zach stared at Asher. He hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, and he was glad Asher was pleased with him, though he wondered if he was coming across as desperate.
“I’d have to be dead not to respond to you,” he admitted as he lowered his gaze to Asher’s lips, wanting Asher to kiss him again and again. “You’re amazing.”
“Aren’t you a charmer,” Asher murmured, stroking Zach’s cheek gently. Then his brow furrowed slightly, and he gave Zach a questioning look. “This isn’t your first time, is it?”
Zach drew in a startled breath. His face was growing hot with a scarlet blush, but he couldn’t help it. “No, of course not,” he denied. He was probably awkward, but he didn’t think he was so unskilled that Asher thought he must be a virgin. “I’m sorry. I’m probably not what you’re used to. I can go.”
He stumbled over the words, not wanting this dream to turn into a nightmare of embarrassment. But Asher slid his arm around Zach’s waist again and held him close.
“You’re right—you aren’t what I’m used to. I don’t remember the last time I was with someone who offered such honest enthusiasm, but I like it. It’s nice to feel genuinely desired.”
“Who would be crazy enough not to desire you?” Zach asked in disbelief. “You’re incredible! I have a hard time believing you actually desireme.”
That coaxed a startled laugh out of Asher, and for the first time, Zach caught a glimpse of a vulnerable man behind the professional reserve.
“All this flattery would do wonders to make me want you, if I didn’t already,” Asher replied, a teasing note in his voice. He slid his hand down to Zach’s ass again and gave it a playful squeeze. “Yes, my pretty, I do desire you. If you want to come with me to the bedroom, I’ll show you how much.”
Zach would go anywhere Asher wanted him to, and the bedroom sounded pretty damned good. But he wanted to make sure Asher understood him, because this was far too important to him for Asher to think he had ulterior motives.
“I’d like nothing more than to go to your bedroom, but I want you to know I’m not trying to flatter you. I’m sure you have plenty of people who think stroking your ego will get them what they want, but I’m not one of them. If I didn’t want you, I’d say so and walk out the door, even knowing you have the power and money to wreck my life if you wanted to.”
“You should never be afraid to advocate for yourself,” Asher replied firmly. “If you aren’t interested, I want to know.”
Zach smiled, pleased that Asher seemed to get what he was trying to say. He didn’t want Asher to think Zach was using him to try to get ahead at the firm, and even if this was the only time Asher did want him, at least Zach’s conscience would be clear on that point. He took Asher’s free hand, and in a bold move, he pressed it against his crotch.
“I’m interested,” he murmured.
Asher smiled wickedly as he gave Zach’s hard cock a little squeeze. “Then let’s move on to my bedroom. I want to unwrap this package.”
“I’d like that,” Zach replied, unfastening another button on Asher’s shirt. “I’d like to do a little unwrapping of my own.”
“Darling, you may unwrap whatever you want.” Asher captured Zach’s hand and tugged, leading him out of the room. “I don’t mind a little give-and-take, although I assume you know I prefer to top,” he added, quirking one eyebrow up as he glanced at Zach.
Zach chuckled. “I figured that out within five seconds of seeing you for the first time,” he admitted. “You do sort of give off that vibe. Strongly.”
“Good to know.”
Asher led him down the hall and opened a door at the end to reveal a large master bedroom decorated in solid, heavy furniture in a more modern style than the sitting room. The color scheme was in shades of blue from sky to navy, and while there were a couple of framed photographs on the dresser, the room was neat and clutter-free. He closed the door behind them, then turned to face Zach. A lascivious smile curved his lips as he unfastened the top buttons of Zach’s silk shirt.
“I believe we said we wanted to do some unwrapping.”
