Just a Bit Bossy by Alessandra Hazard

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 6

 

 

Nate arrived at work the next day with a knot of trepidation in his stomach.

But nothing happened.

Ferrara was his horrible self, but no more than usual. He didn’t act any differently. He certainly didn’t act like he’d basically dared Nate to put a condom on his cock yesterday—and lost the dare.

After waiting for the other shoe to drop all day, Nate finally relaxed by the time he left the office. His sister was actually home too, and they enjoyed a rare evening out.

Next morning, Nate was in a much better mood as he arrived at the office. Clearly Ferrara had let it go. He had nothing to fear.

He should have known better.

After a meeting with the department heads that ended with a senior producer losing his composure and running out of the room in tears, Nate and Satan were the only ones left in the conference room.

Nate eyed his boss warily. “That was horrible, even by your standards.”

Ferrara didn’t even glance at him, his gaze still on the documents in front of him.

Frowning, Nate forced himself to stop the boss-watching—he spent way too much time watching Ferrara and obsessing over his moods. Enough.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket just to have something to do.

The silence stretched.

Was it his imagination or was there really a weird sort of tension in the air?

Chewing on his lip, Nate stared unseeingly at his phone. His friend Ben had once told him that after seeing his cold and unapproachable boss with his dick out in a men’s room, that made him seem like a human and made it easier to talk to him. It was total bullshit, as far as Nate was concerned. Or maybe seeing Ferrara take a leak would have really humanized him. Maybe holding his dick just had a different effect.

A laugh bubbled in his throat, inappropriate and silly. He swallowed it with some difficulty. “So, are we not going to talk about it?” His voice came out cockier than he had intended.

Slowly, Ferrara lifted his gaze to him. “About what?”

Shrugging, Nate smiled crookedly. “About the fact that you tried to scare me into quitting just to prove a point? Sorry, but your dick isn’t that scary. Sir.”

Part of him, the part that was still thinking rationally, told him to shut up and to stop playing with fire. But it was too late.

“Is that so?” Ferrara said in a quiet voice, looking at him unblinkingly.

Nate shivered, gripping his phone hard in his hand. “Yep,” he said. “You really thought making me put a condom on your cock would scare me?” He chuckled, but it sounded too loud and fake even to his own ears. Shut up, idiot, he told himself, but he couldn’t seem to stop. Why was he trying to rile his boss up?

His eyes narrowing slightly, Ferrara regarded him for a moment, something contemplative about his expression. It made Nate nervous.

“You were right,” Ferrara said, looking at him with an unreadable gaze.

Nate blinked, taken aback and wary. “What about?”

“I did need a fuck.”

Nate cleared his throat a little, hoping he didn’t look as weirded out as he felt. Hearing the word “fuck” from Ferrara’s lips seemed almost obscene. He didn’t know why. They were both guys. Guys said the word “fuck” all the time, so often that it lost all meaning. And yet. Hearing it from Ferrara… it was weird.

“Wow, so you actually admit that I was right about something?” Nate said, trying not to show how off-balance he felt.

Ferrara shrugged, leaning back in his chair and loosening his tie a little. His gaze was still fixed on Nate in a manner that made him more nervous by the minute.

“You did have a point: I have a high libido, and I’m less tolerant of idiots when I’m physically frustrated.”

Nate looked pointedly at the seat the senior producer had just vacated. “You weren’t very tolerant just now. Do you need to get laid again?”

Ferrara smiled a little, but his eyes remained serious and contemplative. “Maybe I do.”

Sighing, Nate pulled a face. “Do you want me to message one of your booty calls again?” Fuck, this made him feel like a pimp. How was this his life?

“That may not be necessary.”

Blinking, Nate cocked his head in confusion.

“Come here.”

Slowly, Nate got to his feet and approached his boss.

Ferrara was watching him carefully, his gaze too neutral not to make Nate wary.

“I’ve realized that as my assistant, it’s your duty to assist me with everything,” Ferrara said, and there it was, the devilish, amused glint in his eyes, impossible to hide now. “I don’t need to go through the trouble of finding time for meetings with women when I have my assistant right here.”

Nate glared at him. Really? So this was how the dickhead decided to punish him for not quitting at the sight of his cock? They were playing chicken again?

“Sometimes it’s okay to be wrong, you know,” Nate said. “No one can be right all the time, not even you.”

Ferrara’s gaze remained steady on him. “Get on your knees,” he said softly, his eyes very dark and so damn smug Nate wanted to punch him.

No. There were better ways to wipe that smug expression off Ferrara’s face. The bastard expected him to explode. He thought this was something that would finally make Nate angry enough to quit. He didn’t actually expect Nate to follow the order. Raffaele Ferrara was straight. He was the straightest man Nate had ever met. He fucked more women in a month than Nate had fucked in his entire life.

The best way to outplay him was to do exactly as he said.

“Shouldn’t I lock the door first?” Nate said in his most casual tone.

Ferrara stared at him.

Hiding his triumphant smile, Nate locked the door before returning to his boss and dropping to his knees in front of him.

“I hope hands are enough, because I’m not sucking your cock,” Nate said, his confident tone probably at odds with the way his fingers were shaking as they unbuckled Ferrara’s belt and unzipped his dark pants.

It was just a cock. Nate had a cock too. He could do it. He could.

The baffled expression on Ferrara’s normally inscrutable face was the best motivation he could possibly have. It gave him the courage to finally pull his boss’s cock out of his pants.

The cock was mostly soft but it quickly hardened as Nate fondled it awkwardly. God, Ferrara really was such a horny son-of-a-bitch.

But fuck, this was the most awkward, strangest thing he had ever done. Nate’s face was warm as he fondled and stroked his boss’s massive erection. God, the way it looked… A red, fat cock straining out of Ferrara’s unzipped fly, a drop of pre-come glistening on the tip… the fact that he could see his own fingers wrapped around that cock… it was all so very surreal and so very real. Part of him couldn’t believe he was really doing it—jacking another man off—jacking Ferrara off—but the other part just wanted to make him come. He wanted his boss to come. He couldn’t deny that holding Ferrara’s hard cock gave him a weird kind of rush. A rush of power. He made Ferrara, a straight man, hard. He was making his asshole of a boss feel good, ruining his plan in the process.

Nate lifted his gaze and found Ferrara’s eyes closed. He was leaned back in his chair, his body language relaxed. Apparently he’d decided to close his eyes and just enjoy the handjob. He was probably imagining that it was a woman’s hand.

The thought was incredibly annoying. No, he wouldn’t let the dickhead forget who was touching his cock.

“Your cock is really big,” Nate said lightly. “I kind of thought you were lying about the condom size, but apparently there’s no justice in the world—”

“Quiet,” Ferrara said, a flicker of irritation crossing his features.

“I’m just saying,” he said with a grin. “It feels so massive in my hand, I can’t imagine women actually liking having this thing stuffed into them.”

A shudder went through Ferrara’s body. “Tighter,” he ordered tersely, opening his eyes. “Hold it tighter. Don’t you know how to jerk off?”

“Figures that you’d criticize even my jerk-off skills,” Nate grumbled, but he did as he was told, squeezing the thick cock in his hand tighter.

Ferrara sighed in annoyance and laid his hand over Nate’s, showing him the rhythm he liked. Nate blushed. There was something about having both of their hands wrapped around Ferrara’s cock that was just… so filthy. So wrong.

They stroked it together, fast and hard, the cock becoming slick with pre-come, the wet sound of flesh against flesh getting obscene in the silence of the room. Then Ferrara hissed slightly, pushing up, thrusting, fucking Nate’s hand, and came. Nate wasn’t sure what it said about him that his first instinct was to catch all the jizz in his hand so that Ferrara’s shirt wasn’t ruined.

Jesus, Ferrara really had him well trained.

The thought was honestly horrifying.

Quashing his unease, Nate looked up into his boss’s dark eyes and said with a smile, “I’m the best damn assistant you’ve ever had. Excuse me, I need to wash my hands now.”

He was still chuckling as he washed his hands in the restroom.

2:0, he thought. Take it.