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I sauntered over, playing the part to perfection. "And what does that entail, Mr. Johnson?"

He leaned back, his eyes dark with desire. Andrew placed his hand on his cock, already hard and tenting the fabric of his slacks. "I think you know."

Kneeling between his legs, I looked up at him, staying in character. "I'll do whatever it takes to please my boss."

His breath hitched, and I slowly unzipped his trousers, my eyes never leaving his. His cock was thick and long and already dripping just for me. The sound of his sharp intake of breath filled the room as I took him in my mouth, exploring him with a deliberate slowness that had him squirming in his chair.

The room was filled with the sounds of pleasure as I teased him, his hands fisting in my hair, guiding me. I could feel his need growing, his body tensing as I brought him closer to the edge.

But Andrew was not ready just yet.

"Enough, Ms. Smith," he growled, pulling me up and kissing me fiercely. "I think it's time I showed you how a boss takes care of his best employee."

He lifted me up and sat me on the desk, hiking up my skirt. He dropped to his knees and his mouth found my heated core, his tongue expertly teasing and tantalizing me. The tip of his tongue made tight circles around my clit, his fingers moving in and out, the twin sensations bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

I moaned, lost in the sensations he was creating. Andrew knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me writhe and beg for more. His hands gripped my hips as he feasted on me, taking me to heights I'd never known.

"Mr. Johnson," I gasped, feeling that familiar buildup of pleasure. "Please, I need more."

He chuckled, his breath hot against me. "As you wish, Ms. Smith."

He brought me to a crashing climax, my body shuddering with pleasure as he continued to lick me. When I was finally sated, he stood, pulling me into his arms.

Andrew pulled me close, his eyes soft. "How was that?"

I laughed, the real Julia resurfacing. "I think I may have found my new favorite kink."

He kissed me, the taste of our shared pleasure still on his lips. "Well then, Ms. Smith, I guess we'll have to do this again sometime."

"Hell yes, Mr. Johnson," I replied, my voice full of sass. "Hell yes."

James stood next. “Hope you’re not spent, baby.”

“Right,” Finn added. “Because you’ve got two more contestants to judge.”

Chapter 14

Julia

James was all smirks and swagger as he led me to a side room.

I shot him a challenging look, matching his confident tone. "I can handle anything you throw at me, handsome."

He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "We'll see about that."

The rest of the guys joined us, taking seats around the space. As always, I loved the feeling of their eyes on me.

The room was equipped with various restraints and sensory tools, all meticulously arranged. He guided me to a specially designed chair, its back arched to accommodate an all-fours position. I looked at it curiously, raising an eyebrow.

"Trust me," James said, his voice a silky promise as he placed his hand on the small of my back.

I allowed him to position me, my arms and legs bound securely, my body open and vulnerable. It was an intense feeling, one that both excited and unnerved me. James seemed to sense my mixed emotions, his touch gentle yet firm as he secured the restraints, finally wrapping a bandana around my eyes.

Then he began.

The deprivation of sight and movement heightened my other senses, making me acutely aware of every touch, every breath. James was a master of his game, knowing exactly how to push my limits without crossing the line.

He teased me, his hands and mouth exploring my body, bringing me to the edge only to pull back, leaving me aching and desperate for more. My mind was a fog of pleasure, my body thrumming with need.

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