I glance around me. The office is pretty much deserted at this time of night, and I’m still not sure how he knows I’m out here.
I go to the door and knock, glancing at the clock. Technically, I’m outside my working hours, and I wonder what he needs me to do. The butterflies in my stomach multiply as I wait for him to allow me inside, wondering whether this will be a polite dismissal as he moves on to the next escort.
When I enter, Crawford is sprawled in one of the chairs opposite his desk, drinking a glass of amber liquid. I hover as the doors swing shut, watching him curiously.
“Why are you still here? Have you been sticking hundreds of tabs to everything you’re printing for me?”
My lips twitch at his amused tone. “No. If it’s helpful though, I’ll keep adding them in.”
“It is. You can keep doing it.”
New York City is laid out before us through the giant windows, twinkling lights reflecting the last rays of the sun. Everything is hazy, clouds moving quickly between skyscrapers on the horizon.
“Come here, please,” he says softly, and I walk over to stand in front of him. He leans back, assessing me, placing his drink on the table to the left of the chair. “Why are you here so late?” he asks.
“I was finishing something for Kaitlin.”
He inclines his head. “I’ve heard glowing reports. Julia thinks you’re excellent, and she’s pretty hard to impress.”
“Well, once I’ve impressed Beatrice, I’ll be more confident I won’t be fired.”
I bite my tongue.Why the hell did I say that?I obviously need food; my brain is getting foggy.
Crawford snorts. “There’s no chance of you getting fired unlessIget rid of you.” He shifts his butt back in the chair, widening his legs. “And I don’t have any plans to do that at the moment.”
At the moment… not the glowing endorsement I was hoping for.
His hands move to his fly, and he unzips it slowly.
“I’ve had a shitty afternoon, and I’m pretty pent up. I know you’re off the clock, but I wondered if you’d agree to a little extension of your hours. I’ve cleared it with Sterling House, but I won’t ask anything from you if you need to head home for the night.”
I shift my weight, irritated that my body is screaming for me to straddle his lap. I should be eager to get home, but that pulse of heat is drawing me to him. I hesitate as he relaxes further back in his chair, stroking his cock in a languid motion through his pants.
“Plus,” he says, his eyes glinting at me. “I can’t get the image of your mouth on my dick out of my head.” He lifts his hips a little. “I’ve been thinking about it all week.”
I glance back at the windows and the endless sea of lights stretching out ahead of us.
“Want me to give us some privacy?” he asks, brandishing the little remote.
I feel a surge of excitement that I didn’t expect. The idea of being watched from afar makes something dark and primal wake up inside me. I never knew I had such a fascination with exhibitionism. It’s amazing the things I’ve discovered about myself in a few short days.
I shudder. “You can leave the windows as they are.”
I kneel in front of him, and he leans his head back on a long groan. “Fuck that’s hot. Alexa, dim the lights.”
The glow all around us lowers, and I feel my shoulders relax at the darkened setting. At least if I’m terrible at this, he won’t be able to see how hard I’m concentrating.
He opens his fly and pulls out his cock. It’s even bigger up close. I lean forward, putting my lips around the tip as it throbs against my tongue. His hand comes to the base to steady it.
I want to ask him what he likes, what I can do that’ll make him crazy, but I’m too nervous to ask the question.
My tongue runs over the head, and he sinks into his chair as I push my mouth over the tip. It’s thicker than I imagined, and as I lower over it, his breath hitches. I keep my teeth covered, licking the base with my tongue. I can feel the vein pulsing beneath it, and as I imagine what I must look like, I feel the ache between my legs intensify.
Is there someone watching us right now from one of the other buildings? Can they see me sucking him off?
I begin to bob along the length. As my mouth gets further down the shaft, he releases the base, his hands moving to rest on the arms of the chair. I take over, putting my thumb and forefinger in place of his, as his cock strokes the top of my mouth.
I pull back, tightening my lips around the head, satisfied when he groans low at the back of his throat.
