Though it’s possible I’m enjoying this even more. Honestly, I love giving head. Maybe it’s part of being a people pleaser, but it’s also such a powerful feeling. Being on your knees for someone but being able to drive them crazy, controlling when and how they get to come.

I’d like to take my time teasing him, wait until he’s begging for it. Would he beg? Fuck, that would be so hot. But I remind myself of where we are. It’s not like I can get fired, since I own the place, but still. Making this quick is probably a good idea.

I suck him down farther, and damn, he really is thick. I only get about half of him in before my mouth feels so fucking full. But I can do this. I know the things I’m good at, and this is one of them. Relaxing my throat, I take him in deeper, letting my tongue lick along the underside of his shaft as I go. He seems to like that, judging by the way his thighs tremble slightly and he scrunches up the blanket in his hands.

To speed things along, I cup his balls gently, rolling them in my palm, and then rub my finger along his taint. I’m tempted to dip lower, see if he’ll let me play with his ass. I really can’t gauge if he’d be into that. I picture him as a total top, but even tops like a finger or two sometimes, right? At least, I’ve known some that do. It’s probably best, though, to save that question for another day and just achieve the goal I set out to accomplish here.

Making Travis come down my throat.

I move up and down his shaft in earnest now, swallowing around him when I have him all the way down, and swirling my tongue around the head when I come up. Over and over, faster and faster, until he chokes out, “Brenden, fuck, I’m gonna—”

That’s all the warning I get before he unloads. And damn, it’s a lot. But I manage to swallow it all, proud of myself for not leaving a cum stain on the blanket. Although I should change the bedding anyway, right?

Oh, hell.

Travis is still panting hard after his orgasm, while reality comes slamming back into me, and I think about what I’ve just done. I’m in a guest room. On my knees in my work pants on this hardwood floor with Travis’s bare ass lying on the bed. I’ve never done something like this at work.

And yet, do I regret it?

Not even a little bit.

Travis spends a few more moments panting. Then he sits up and pulls his jeans back up, rebuttoning them with clumsy fingers.

I grin smugly, because I did that to him. Me. Little innocent Brenden Sanderson.