Page 81 of For the Plot

She sinks to her knees between my legs, and every breath I’ve ever taken leaves my body at once.

“Let me please you,” she whispers, her hands already sliding over my thighs. “Let me make you feel better.”

My head falls back against the chair. This has got to be a fucking dream. Her hands move to my belt. She undoes thebuckle, eyes locked on mine. When she frees me, I’m already hard. Already leaking.

Her tongue slides over her bottom lip. “Mmm, God, you’re huge.” Then she leans in and takes me into her mouth. I groan, deep and guttural, as her lips close around the head and she sucks gently, teasing.

She looks up at me through her lashes, her lips stretched wide as she takes me deeper. And fuck me, it’s a beautiful sight. My hands fly to her hair, twisting in the silky strands.

“Just like that,” I hiss, pulling her head down onto my cock a little farther but she gags.

“Open wider, sweetheart.” She moans around me, then slides her head lower, taking more of me inch by inch. Her tongue swirls, her pace unhurried as if she wants to savor every second of this.

“Fuck, Skye…” My hands tighten in her hair. “You were made for this, weren’t you?”

She bobs her head, eyes fluttering closed as she hums against my length, the vibration shooting straight to my spine. I glance down, and the sight of her—kneeling between my legs, eyes starting to water from how deep she’s taking me—it’s enough to make me lose what little restraint I have left.

I thrust once, shallow and desperate. She doesn’t pull back. Doesn’t gag this time. She takes it.

“Look at you,” I rasp. “So fucking pretty when you’re on your knees for me, taking me so goddamn deep.”

She moans again, working her hand in rhythm with her mouth, slick sounds filling the air. I can’t take my eyes off her. Watching her is addictive.

“Yeah, just like that,” I growl. “Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you? You want it all. Want me to come down your throat.”

Before she can even respond, I lose it. “Shit— Skye—” My hips buck, and I feel it start to build, tight, hot, unstoppable. “I’m gonna come.”

She moans louder, her throat flexing as she swallows around me. And that’s it. I explode in her mouth, groaning her name as she milks every last drop from me, her fingers gentle now, coaxing every pulse of release.

When she pulls back, her lips are swollen and slick, her chin glistening. She wipes it with the back of her hand, then leans forward, her voice soft against my ear. “That’s why you’re so tense,” she purrs. “You need a woman who takes care of you.”

My hand shoots out, grabbing her wrist before she can turn away. Her eyes widen slightly, surprised. But I’m not going to reprimand her. I’m going to tell the truth.

“That mouth of yours…” I drag my thumb across her bottom lip, watching it bounce back. “It’s a fucking weapon.”

She grins. “And I haven’t even shown you what else I can do.”

I shake my head, half laughing, yet also half-terrified.

“You suck cock like it’s the only thing that matters in the world.”

She stands, backing away slowly. “Well… for the record, Mr. Blackwood, when I’m on my knees for you, it kind of is.”

And with that, she’s gone. Leaving me breathless, hard all over again, and absolutely fucked.

The next morning,she walks into my office like nothing happened. Hair up. Makeup looking perfect. Pencil skirt and blouse perfectly pressed… And I hate how much I want to ruin it.

She sets a stack of folders on my desk, then taps the top one twice. “Vendor updates and the September ad spend breakdown. You’ve got a meeting with legal at eleven. I’ll sit in and take notes.”

My throat’s dry. My cock twitches.

I clear it. “Skye?—”

She looks up. Cool and composed. “Yes, Mr. Blackwood?”

I exhale through my nose as I lean back in my chair. “We can’t do that again. Not here. Not in the office.”

Her mouth twitches. “Do what?”