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“I have to follow the money. At the moment, you’re not technically a client of mine. I have to focus my attention on growing the assets of my clients, not chasing possibilities on a California beach. If you’re ready to make a commitment to me, then I’ll adjust my schedule and invest my time in evaluating this investment. But I can’t do that without a serious seven-figure commitment from you.”
He paused and I struggled to keep my place at the edge of his desk. On the other end of the phone, all chatter from Nicole had stalled. Easton continued on. “And if you can’t make that investment at this time, then I think we should step back from any further communication and let you find an advisor that you trust.”
Oh, sweet baby Neptune. I was suddenly on my knees, crawling the few feet toward him, my hands sweeping up his thighs as I headed for his belt. He was risking everything. Potentially scaring away the only real lead he was working. But fuck, it was hot. Hearing the authoritative bite in his tone? Listening to the breezy confidence that didn’t hint at our financial troubles?
It was the first moment I had seen him really fit into his shoes in this office—in this new career as Easton North, Wealth Manager. He was a long way from the dugout and I worked his belt open and gave him a proud smile.
He didn’t stop me. He watched, his eyes darkening, and we both held our breath as the silence on Nicole’s end of the phone lengthened. Fuck me, we needed this. I jerked open his zipper and slid my hand inside. He was soft, the cocoon of his underwear warm, and I rubbed my fingers along his flaccid shaft, waking it up as I massaged his balls from outside his pants.
A single word came from the phone and I tried to decipher it. Easton’s expression didn’t change, his gaze tight on mine and I stayed quiet. She said something else, the words transfer and million audible from my spot on the floor, and Easton dropped back his head in relief.
I smiled as his cock stiffened. Had it been my hands or her words? It didn’t matter. I freed it and inched forward, tilting it toward me and closing my lips around its head.
“I’ll send you the wire instructions now and book a flight once the deposit clears. We can discuss in LA where that initial million should go, but some of the more lucrative opportunities will require a bigger investment than that.” The closing line was straight out of his sales scripts, ones we had practiced around the dining room table, a box of pizza between us, and I mentally urged him on as I worked my mouth on and off the tip of his cock, my cheeks suctioning from the effort as my hand stroked his shaft in a matching rhythm.
“I’ll send it now.” His voice cracked and he wheezed out a breath, the next sentence more labored as he fought the pleasure. “Forward me the materials they sent you on the game and I’ll have our attorney take an—an initial look at what they’re offering.”
The floor was uncomfortable and I readjusted my stance, dropping my butt to my heels to alleviate some of the pressure off my knees. We can discuss in LA? Is that what he had said? I’d been so happy over the prospect of income that I’d blocked everything else out.
“Easy,” he whispered, his hand covering the phone. “That’s going to—” He cursed, his thighs tightening and his feet braced against the floor as his hand bit into my shoulder.
My hand tightened on him as I continued, knowing what he liked and using every trick I knew. Consistent downward jerks against the bottom of his shaft. Heavy suction from my mouth. An occasional bob of my head where I took him all the way, as best I could, into my mouth.
From the next office over, a phone rang and the muffled sound of a male voice carried. Arousal hummed through my body as I focused in on the sounds. A conversation out in the hall. Another phone ringing. Was his door locked? I hadn’t thought to flip the latch on my way in.
“A million sounds good. I’ll look for it this—this afternoon.”
With his one percent management fee it wouldn’t be a lot but it was badly needed and would lead to more.
“Goodbye.” He almost gasped out the word as he leaned forward and placed the phone in the cradle. The change in position brought him closer to me and he stayed in place, sweeping my hair off my shoulders and back into a makeshift ponytail.
“You’re so bad for me,” he murmured. “Sucking my cock in the middle of my call. What else would you do? Would you sit back on my desk and show me your pussy? Fuck yourself with your fingers as I checked my email?”
