Emily’s POV

I took him deeper, letting the heavy weight of his cock slide along my tongue until the head nudged the back of my throat. Daniel’s fingers twisted in my hair, pulling just hard enough to make my scalp tingle.

“Fuck, Emily,” he rasped, his voice cracking straight through the corporate mask.

I pulled back, dragging my lips slow and tight along his shaft, my hand pumping the slick base. “You’ve been staring at me all morning,” I murmured, my breath hot against his tip. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

His hips jerked. “I—”

“You what?” I licked a fat stripe up the underside, watching his eyes flutter...