Inching my foot along his leg, I found him. Hard. Rock hard. Oh god. The proof of how turned on he was sent liquid heat pooling between my thighs. Every doubt I’d ever had about whether he truly wanted me vanished. He was straining against the fine wool of his trousers, hot and thick beneath my exploring foot.
“Of particular note is the Q4 forecast,” I continued, marveling at my own ability to speak while my foot pressed more firmly against his length. “Based on current metrics, we’re projecting...”
I watched his face as I moved my toes along his cock, noting the way his jaw clenched and his breathing grew shallow. His knuckles were white where they gripped the arms of the chair, and that muscle in his temple ticked rapidly. The contrast between his carefully controlled expression and the evidence of his arousal made me bold.
“...projecting a 22% increase in revenue compared to last year’s fourth quarter.” I punctuated this statement by pressing the ball of my foot more firmly against him, drawing a sharp intake of breath from his parted lips.
“Mia.” His growl was a warning and a plea all at once.
I fluttered my lashes innocently, shifting my weight so I could apply more pressure. “Yes? Did you have a question about the projections?”
His eyes darkened to nearly black, and I saw the exact moment his control began to fray. “If you don’t stop...”
“Stop what?” I interrupted, setting my tablet aside. The data no longer mattered. Nothing mattered except the man in front of me, the desperate need to taste him, to finally give him the pleasure he’d given me so freely.
Before he could respond, I slid off the table and sank to my knees between his spread thighs. The carpet was rough against my knees, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the look of pure hunger on Jack’s face as I reached for his belt buckle.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was barely recognizable, gravelly with desire.
I looked up at him through my lashes as I slowly unbuckled his belt. “Conducting a more hands-on analysis.” My fingers found the button of his trousers, popping it open with ease. “I believe in a thorough approach to performance reviews.”
The zipper made a soft hiss as I drew it down. Jack’s breathing had gone ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly. When I reached into his trousers and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock, his hips jerked involuntarily.
“Fuck, Mia,” he groaned, his head falling back against the chair.
I’d never done this before. Not like this. Not with such deliberate intent to drive him mad. But watching Jack lose control because of me filled me with a kind of confidence I’d never experienced.
I freed him from his boxers, my breath catching at the sight of him. Thick and hard and perfect. A bead of moisture glistened at the tip, and I licked my lips unconsciously.
“Are you sure?” he asked, even as his hand came up to tangle in my hair.
Instead of answering, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.
The sound he made was purely animal, a guttural groan that went straight to my core. I started slow, exploring him with my tongue, learning what made him gasp and what made him curse. His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me gently as I found my rhythm.
“Christ, that feels amazing,” he muttered, his voice strained.
I grew bolder, taking him deeper, working my hand in tandem with my mouth. The taste of him, the weight of him on my tongue, the knowledge that I was giving him pleasure, all combined to create a heady rush that made me dizzy with need.
His voice held a low note of warning when he tugged gently at my hair. “Mia, I’m not going to last much longer. You should...”
But I had no intention of stopping. I wanted this. Wanted him to lose control completely, wanted to taste his cum, wanted to watch his face when he came undone because of me.
I doubled my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and taking him as deep as I could manage. His thighs tensed beneath my hands, his breathing grew harsh and erratic.
“Fuck, Mia, I’m...”
His words cut off with a strangled groan as he came, spilling hot into my mouth. I swallowed greedily, maintaining eye contact as I watched pleasure crash over him. His eyes went unfocused, jaw slack, that controlled exterior completely shattered.
I’d never felt more powerful in my life.
I held his gaze as I swallowed one last time, then slowly pulled back, wiping the corner of my mouth with deliberate care. Jack’s hands fell limply to his sides, his chest still heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.
Rising gracefully to my feet, I smoothed down my skirt with steady hands, amazed at my own composure when my entire body was humming with heat and triumph. I’d done this. I’d made him fall completely apart.
“Well,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady as I reached for my discarded tablet, “I think that concludes our review of the quarter’s performance metrics.”
Jack stared up at me, still dazed, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “Mia, I...”
