Elena appeared in the doorway, completely naked, the barest hint of a smile teasing her lips as she strode towards me. I’d planned to take the reins, but she didn’t even hesitate as she sank to her knees between my spread legs, looking like she was ready to even the score between us.

“Do you want this?” I searched her expression, wishing there was some way to know for sure that she really wanted to do this and wasn’t just offering because she thought I did. I couldn’t handle the idea of her doing this because I was her client. Or worse, because I was me.

“I’ll show you how much I want it.”

She unfastened my pants and her eyes lit up like she’d just unwrapped a present as she took me in her fist. She looked me in the eye, then licked her lips and worked my cock into her mouth.

Holy shit. I was going to make a fool of myself by coming immediately if I wasn’t careful. It didn’t really matter since we weren’t going to have sex, which was oddly liberating. But I wasn’t ready for it to be over for me that quickly.

She slid one hand down between her legs, taking as much control of her own pleasure as she was of mine, which was hot.

I groaned raggedly, no longer able to think clearly. I started to hit her throat, making her choke, but that only seemed to encourage her.

“Fuck, woman. I’m going to come too quickly. Stop for a minute.” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.

She looked up at me with a challenge in her eyes, but didn’t break her rhythm.

Make me, Mr. Chase, she said with her expression.

I pushed on her shoulders, but that didn’t do anything. If I wanted her to stop, I was going to have to either try harder or safe out. She’d said there was never any shame in using a safe word, but I suspected I’d never live it down if I used it for a blowjob.

I fisted my hands, thrashing my head as I got closer to coming, at war with myself now because I didn’t want it to be over, but couldn’t bring myself to stop her.

I made a snap decision before it was too late, wrapping her hair through my fist and pulling, forcing her to let go and climb onto my lap. She looked surprised but excited, rewarding me with one of her rare, wicked smiles as I sucked in deep breaths and tried not to come. Just the sight of her lush curves on my lap might still be enough to push me over the edge.

Because she was naked and now straddling me, I could feel how ready she was for me, and I thought I might die from the torture. Her body was extending an invitation I couldn’t listen to. I reached down to adjust things so I was grinding against her clit, instead of probing dangerously somewhere I wasn’t allowed.