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"You called, sir?"
Zack mentally licked his lips as he leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head. "How did you know? I didn't leave a message."
"My machine records the numbers of all callers, whether they leave a message or not."
Something about the flat, accepting tone of George's voice sounded to Zack like the man had expected him to call, albeit for a very different reason. "I wasn't calling to fire you, if that's what you think. And I'm sorry about the way I acted earlier. It was uncalled for."
He heard what sounded like a soft sigh of relief before George said, "That's okay, sir. No problem. So, why did you call? Did I forget something? Something wrong with the files I left on your desk?"
His heart pounding and his breath coming in short, painful gasps, Zack stood and smoothed a hand down the front of his pants. "No, nothing like that. You did a great job. This is an unrelated problem. One I thought you might want to help me with."
"A problem, sir? What kind of problem?"
"One concerning just the two of us. I thought that's why you came back."
George visibly relaxed and smiled, a sexy, knowing smile that softened the wide mouth and did strange things to Zack's pulse rate. George shrugged, folded his arms and leaned his back against the door. "Am I to assume you've had a rethink and decided you'd like to be friends after all?"
George's smile deepened. "Okay, so you want to be more than friends."
"You have any objection?"
"None I can think of."
"Does that mean you have some idea what my problem is?"
"Offhand, I'd say you're desperate for a little action." The smile broadened alittle, and the tip of George's tongue appeared and traced the outline of his upper lip. "But why waste time guessing, hmm? Why don't you come over here so we can find out if that's what you really want, or if it's all in your mind."
The crisp British accent and the unexpected take-charge attitude was a turn-on all by itself. Zack joined George by the door.
The man continued to regard him through half-closed eyes as he hooked one arm around Zack's waist and pulled him close. Zack could smell George's male scent beneath a faint hint of mouthwash, and that excited him even more. He closed his eyes as George's lips brushed against his, then George's tongue slipped into his mouth for a moment to taste and tease. Breaking the kiss, George's mouth moved down Zack's neck, while he used his free hand to unzip Zack's pants.
Zack could barely breathe as George's cool fingers slipped inside the opening and slid seductively down the length of his shaft.