“I didn’t get advance notice about this review,” Ella said to me, amusement gleaming in her silver eyes.
“You should be prepared at all times in your workplace,” I replied, removing my jacket.
It didn’t take me long to strip down to my boxers and socks. Ella’s dress was draped over the back of Rowan’s chair. She stood naked but for her stockings and heels.
I took her hand and led her to the cream leather couch. It was modern, with sharp lines—perfect for the office and for fucking. I pushed my underwear off and guided Ella’s hands onto my cock.
“I’ll be looking for professionalism, quality, and dedication,” I said as her fingers curled around the base of my dick.
“Yes, sir,” she said, but her eyes were fixed on my cock.
I sat on the couch, and she followed. She didn’t hesitate to lean down and lick the blunt end of my cock while using both hands on my length.
“Hmm,” I hummed as her hands began to pump up and down.
I rested my arms along the backrest and spread my thighs.
When I glanced up, they were both watching her work. Nick still wore his jeans, stroking his dick. Rowan moved to stand beside her—naked, ready, and observing.
“Ella, squat on the floor. Legs open. Nick’s boot needs polishing,” I said, nodding toward Nick.
“Perfect. We can assess her multitasking skills,” Nick said, moving behind her.
Ella lifted her head and swallowed, but she got off her knees to shift. She placed her hands on my thighs as she crouched between my legs. Nick set his foot beneath her as she lowered herself down.
Rowan smiled and reached for his dick.
“She might even earn herself a raise,” he murmured.
Ella kept her hands on my thighs for balance and got back to work with her mouth—all while rocking back and forth over Nick’s boot.
I stared at the instigators.
They knew exactly how to push my buttons.
I didn't dwell on why Ella’s smile calmed me.
Chapter 38
Ella
It was difficult. The feel of Nick’s smooth leather boot changed when I rubbed against the laces. He kept the tip of his boot raised so I could slide down it. The more I rocked back and forth, the harder I slid along the smooth leather.
The movement made me cling to Alec’s thighs, and I struggled to focus on sucking his dick.
Rowan squatted beside me.
“Is that how I taught you to suck cock?” he murmured, before pushing my head down.
I glanced up at Alec—at the dark trail of hair leading from his pelvis, the hard muscle beneath it, the broad chest that rose slowly as he breathed. His arms were stretched wide along the back of the couch, shoulders relaxed, body open in a way that felt deliberate.
He loved to humiliate me. They all did.
But Alec sat like a man who knew he was being watched—who’d set the trap and was enjoying the view from inside it.
Rowan’s hands on my head snapped me out of my thoughts. I stretched my jaw wider. Alec’s dick was the widest, but he still forced it past my throat.
I paused rocking on Nick’s foot as Rowan began to move my head. Nick lifted his foot and rubbed me until I moaned around Alec’s cock.
