She pushes her glasses up, tangling them in her hair as she narrows her gaze. “And what’s that?”

Smart girl. She can hear the change in my tone, the dark desires creeping into what has been our professional conversation.

“We made a dare of twenty-fours of abstinence, and it seemed we both held to the letter of the dare, down to the slowly ticking hands of the clock. However, you did not sound particularly satisfied by your . . . what did you call it? Lackluster and battery-operated evening? That seems a shame after we teased and taunted each other so mercilessly.”

Elle may be torn about what to do about her father and this trip to London, but she has no reservations about our fun. At least I have her there, for now.

Her lips purse, fighting the smirk. “I did tease you quite a bit, didn’t I? Perhaps I should drop another pen? Pick it up slowly with my ass in the air? Guess you finally noticed.”

She’s planting images in my head, erotic and seductive ones, with the scalpel-like precision of a surgeon. But she’s not the only one who’s been paying attention to what’s arousing.

“That would be a sight to behold. But I have another idea.”

I wait, letting the dramatic pause add flair to her anticipation. “Come here, Elle.”

She’s out of her chair in a second, coming around behind my desk where I’ve turned my chair. I spread my legs, manspreading, I’ve heard it called, and she steps between them as though she’s going to sit on my lap again.

“Na-ah-ah. On your knees.”

I see the hesitation, her mind whirring so loudly I can almost hear her thoughts. With narrowed eyes that communicate that she’s still not committed to this course of action, she follows the order, dropping to her knees.

“Good girl.” Her brow arches sardonically, warning me. I lean forward, getting in her space the way she’s in mine. “I want to be crystal clear. This has nothing to do with work or with London. This is just you and me, like before. Agreed?”

She seems relieved, her shoulders dropping from their scrunched position and the line of her lips relaxing. I can’t resist giving her a smacking kiss, my hand wrapped around the back of her neck. She calms even more.

“Okay. What did you have in mind, sir?”

There she is. My daring girl.

“A dare, of course. Helen will be here at three to coordinate her workload for the week, and you know she’s a stickler for punctuality. I thought we could make good use of the fifteen minutes until she arrives.”

“I’m guessing I already know what you’d consider a ‘good use of our time’ given our current positions?” She’s grinning, and I can see the hum of energy flowing through her as she wiggles like a happy puppy about to get a biscuit.

I smirk back. “Well, I did have some options I thought you might take under advisement.” Corporate babble has never sounded so weirdly sexy as it does right now. I even consider making a joke about mergers, but she jumps in before I get the chance.

“I dare you . . .” Her fingertip goes to my chest, pushing me back in my chair. “To take your dick out, right here in your office. I’m going to suck you off. I know that’s what you want, but I’m not going to make it that easy for you.”

I hoped she wouldn’t. My fingers are already deftly undoing the button of my pants, though I give a sly glance to the door. It’s closed but not locked.

“Fourteen minutes, Elle.”

I undo the zipper as well, shoving everything down and pulling my already hard cock out. Precum leaks from the crown, running a single clear rivulet down my shaft. Elle groans hungrily, and it’s taking all I have to not lift my hips toward her mouth.

“Want to hear the rest of it?” She bites her lip, knowing she’s driving me mad and loving every second of it.

Tick tock. The clock is moving too fast, and her mouth isn’t full of dick yet.

“I’m going to suck you down my throat, and you are not going to do a damn thing. Hands behind your head, hips still. You’re going to sit there and let me service you, sir.”

Another drop of precum oozes from my tip, and victory is already written on her face. “If you can make it until two fifty-eight without coming, I’ll be still and you can fuck my face and come down my throat. But either way, you’re done by three.”

I hiss, already on the edge. There’s no way I’ll make it, but the idea is sexy as fuck.

“Agreed?” Elle bats her eyelashes at me like she’s got all the time in the world.

“Yes, yes . . . please.” I know I’m begging like a weakling, but she’s driving me bonkers. My fingers are already interlaced behind my head, my neck craned to have to the best view.

But her fingers go to the waistband of her jeans, undoing the button and unzipping the zipper. “You didn’t think you were the only one going to get off, did you?”

Fuck it, I think. I could just lay her over my desk and slide into her heat right now. We’d both come in record time, I predict. But her brow arches haughtily, a silent reprimand, and I stay still like a fucking good boy.

As I watch closely, her hand disappears and begins moving inside her jeans. “Fuck, Elle.”

She smirks, an evil seductive temptress destroying me without even touching me. But finally, blessedly, she does. Her mouth kisses my crown, sucking the precum that’s pouring forth, and she moans in delight as my flavor coats her tongue.

She swallows me halfway on the next stroke, and a jolt shoots from my spine through my hips. Though I manage to stay still, I can’t stop my mouth. “That’s it, love. Take all of me. Suck my cock and rub that pretty pussy. Are you wet for me?”

In answer, she takes her hand out of her jeans and pushes her fingers into my mouth. I suck them clean, savoring her flavor. I whimper when she takes them away, shoving them back into her snug jeans.

She’s bobbing over me with haste now, messily and loudly sucking me down deep. Her eyes cut to the clock and she pulls off. “Two fifty-eight. Do it.”

Not needing to be told twice, I grab her head, guiding her as she takes me back into her mouth. I use my hands to hold her still, fucking her mouth as I watch her carefully. My cock disappears down to the root as she takes me deep into her throat.

“Fuckin’ hell, Elle. Make yourself come because I’m going to come down your throat.”

She cries out around me, falling over the edge, and her thighs quiver beneath her. The vibration of her pleasured sounds pulses in her throat, milking my orgasm from me. I hold her against me, buried as deep in her as I can get, and she swallows every drop.

The clock on the wall ticks over the hour. Perfect timing.

Elle wipes the corners of her lips daintily as if we’re at fucking tea with the queen, which makes me smile. Sexy minx and mannered lady, with a healthy dose of crazy daredevil added for spice. She’s so fucking perfect.

“Best get back to your desk. Helen will be here any second.” As she turns, buttoning her jeans, I swat at her ass.

Her head whips around. “Mr. Wolfe. That is inappropriate at the office. If that happens again, I’ll have to talk to HR.” Teasing heat shines in her eyes as she scolds me, and I can’t help but laugh.

I tuck myself away too, soft and spent. “Maybe we’ll both have to chat with HR. I was just sitting here, minding my own business and being still, when my assistant just gave me a jobby out of nowhere.”