Page 160 of The Owner's Temptation

Sienna doesn’t make a sound. She’s a fucking ghost down there. But her mouth is a furnace as it wraps around the head of my cock. Soft lips, wet heat, slow suction. I exhale through my nose like it’ll help. It doesn’t.

I nod once, pretending to consider Eve’s proposal while Sienna bobs lower—tongue teasing just under the crown. I slide my fingers through her hair, holding the side of her head.

A silent approval of my sneaky little minx under the desk.

“I’m just tired of surface-level chemistry,” Eve continues. “I want something deeper. Something where the client values…consistency.”

Sienna slides deeper. Her tongue flattens under my cock as she begins to build a rhythm, stroking me with her mouth, her hand twisting at the base, every movement designed to destroy me.

I grunt—justquiet enough to pass for agreement.

Eve quirks a brow. “You okay?”

“Fine.” My voice comes out rough. Too rough. “Whiskey’s strong.”

She shrugs.

“Anyway, I figured I’d take on three… maybe four clients at most. And I’d still be available for Ledger events. Just less public, more refined.”

Siennahumsaround me.

It’s over.

The vibration shoots through me like lightning. My balls draw tight, my body taut with restraint, and Ican’tmove. Can’t fuck up. Can’t lose composure—not with Eve sitting ten feet away rambling about client portfolios while her trainee sucks the soul out of me beneath the desk.

I place one hand flat on the surface—trying to ground myself—the other tightens in her hair. I finally find my voice.

“We’ll… discuss it more in your review,” I manage. “Put your request in writing.”

“Of course,” Eve says, rising from her seat. “Thanks, Lucian. You really are the best boss.”

The fucking irony.

“Anytime,” I rasp, watching her disappear through the door.

As soon as it clicks shut, my head falls back against the leather.

Sienna doesn’t stop.

Shefucking doubles down.

I groan—low, filthy, completelywrecked—as my hips lift off the chair and I come in her mouth, harder than I have in months.

She swallows every drop.

She looks up at me with those wide, shining eyes like she’s done something worthpraise.

And she has.

But before I reward my good girl...

I have to punish my bad one.

I grab her by the arm and haul her up—not roughly, but with no room for argument. Her breath hitches as I lift her onto the desk and push her back with a firm hand on her chest.

Her legs fall open automatically.

Like sheknows.

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