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“Let’s start my very first round of sex in public,” she says in a low, seductive whisper.

All the emotions from barely two minutes ago vanish from her face. It’s like our conversation never even happened—she’s already back to Thalia from earlier, the one in the elevator, bold and hungry.

Leisurely, she traces her fingertips over the tip of my cock, her tongue sliding across her lips in a slow, unhurried movement.

Fuck.

“Fine,” I answer in a rough voice. “But you better keep quiet.”

I warn her, because I know exactly how loud she gets when we’re having sex, and I want to be the only one who hears her.

“No one’s going to walk in on us here, but all the employees are in the next room. They can hear you.”

When her tongue touches the tip of my cock, an electric shiver runs through me, burning with desire. I don’t know what this woman does to me, but the effect she has on me is insane.

It’s not the first time she’s given me head, but every single time I’m left speechless by the way she commits to it, the way she gives herself over completely.

And me… ever since the first time I had sex with her, I’ve felt this urge to give her everything, to focus more on her pleasure than mine—a thing that never happened with any other woman.

Sure, I never finished before them, but I’ve never truly paid attention to their needs either, beyond the act itself.

“You need to stop teasing me, doll,” I tell her in a warning tone.

I know what she’s doing—she wants to show me that I’m in her hands, literally and figuratively. She wants to prove she can control me, to take back the power she lost earlier in the elevator when I pushed her until she broke first.

What she doesn’t know is that whether she broke or not, I brought her into that elevator with every intention of fucking her. I just wanted to play first, to see how far I could push her.

And yes, it bothers me that in front of everyone she acts like we only have a professional relationship. I don’t give a damn about what anyone says.

She was appointed manager of the event company by Irina, not me. I didn’t even know she worked there.

More than that, she’s Sierra’s friend, and we constantly meet at events, parties, outings. There is absolutely no reason for her to treat me like every other employee does. And I’m not about to accept it.

Of course she doesn’t listen, so she lowers her mouth to the base of my cock and drags her tongue up—torturously slow—almost to the tip, then repeats the motion several times. Her hands move around my cock in that same maddening rhythm.

“Thalia,” I warn again.

Then I bring both hands to her hair and guide her head above my cock.

“Open,” I say. More an order than a request.

She laughs softly and moves her hands a little faster. One hand slides away from my shaft and lowers to cup my balls. Fuck.

At the same time, she sticks her tongue out again, this time dragging it across my tip.

I let my head fall back against the couch, groaning loudly, my abs tightening hard.

Only then does she take me fully into her mouth, her head starting to move up and down in a perfect, maddening pace.

Her hand stays on my balls, teasing me while her mouth gives me a pleasure I only ever feel with her.

“Fuck, kitten,” I say as I look at her. Just the image alone could make me come.

She looks up at me through her lashes, eyes locked on mine, smiling with pure seduction.

“It’s so fucking good. You’ve got me obsessed.”

Satisfied, she stops with her mouth around the tip and begins to suck and lick alternately, her hand still on my balls—squeezing perfectly, balancing between pain and pleasure.