Emily goes further

Kevin’s grip on her wrists tightened, but it wasn’t a push away—it was an anchor, as if he needed something to ground him. "Emily, we can’t—" His voice cracked, the protest dying halfway through as she nipped at his earlobe.

"We *can*," she corrected, her fingers finally tugging the zipper down in one smooth motion. The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet office, and Kevin shuddered, his hips jerking upward instinctively. Emily grinned, her palm flattening over the straining fabric of his briefs. "See? Your body knows what it wants."

Kevin groaned, his head tipping back against the chair. "This is—*fuck*—this is a bad idea."

"Mmm." Emily leaned in, her lips grazing his jaw. "Tell me to stop, then." Her fingers dipped beneath the waistband, brushing against heated skin, and Kevin’s hips bucked again, a strangled noise escaping his throat. She waited, her breath warm against his neck, but he didn’t say a word. Just trembled beneath her touch, his fingers digging into her wrists hard enough to bruise.

Emily's fingers curled around him, hot and firm, and Kevin's entire body jerked as if she'd sent an electric current through him. His half-hearted protest died in his throat, replaced by a ragged exhale that sounded more like surrender than resistance. She smiled against his neck, her lips brushing the damp skin there as she tightened her grip just enough to make his hips lift off the chair. "See?" she murmured, her thumb swiping over the head of his cock in a slow, deliberate circle. "You don't *really* want me to stop."

Kevin's fingers spasmed around her wrists, his grip alternating between pulling her closer and pushing her away—as if his body couldn't decide which it wanted more. Emily took advantage of the hesitation, sinking to her knees between his legs with a grace that made his breath catch. The fluorescent lights overhead caught the gold in her hair as she looked up at him through her lashes, her blue eyes dark with something hungry and new. "You ever wonder," she mused, her free hand trailing up his inner thigh, "how many times I've thought about this?" Her nails scraped lightly over the sensitive skin there, and Kevin shuddered, his cock twitching in her hand.

The rational part of his brain—the part that remembered his wedding ring, his kids, the fact that this was his *office*—was screaming at him to push her away. But the rest of him was hyper-focused on the way her lips parted, the way her tongue darted out to wet them before she leaned in, her breath hot against the tip of him. "Emily—" he choked out, but she didn't let him finish.

Instead, she took him into her mouth in one slow, deliberate motion, her tongue flattening against the underside of his cock as she sank down. Kevin's head thudded back against the chair, a strangled groan tearing from his throat as her lips sealed around him. She'd never done this before—he could tell by the way her movements were slightly unsure, the way her teeth grazed him just a little too hard—but the *enthusiasm* more than made up for it. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock with a focus that made his vision blur.

Kevin's hands tangled in her hair, tugging just hard enough to make her moan around him—a vibration that sent pleasure ricocheting down his spine. "Fuck," he gasped, his hips jerking upward involuntarily. Emily pulled off with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening, and grinned up at him. "Too much?" she teased, her thumb brushing over the bead of pre-cum at his tip.

Emily didn’t wait for an answer. She swallowed him again, deeper this time, her throat working around him with a wet, **** sound that made Kevin’s fingers clench in her hair. His hips jerked instinctively, and she let him, her nails digging into his thighs as she took him all the way to the back of her throat—then pulled off with a gasp, her lips slick and parted. "You taste *so* good," she murmured, her tongue darting out to catch the salt on her bottom lip. The words sent a fresh wave of heat through him, his cock twitching against her palm.

Kevin’s breath came in ragged bursts, his chest rising and falling like he’d run a mile. "Jesus, Emily—" His voice was wrecked, raw with something between awe and guilt, but she just smiled—that same infuriating, guileless smile—and dragged her teeth lightly along his length.

"You’re *so* close," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "I can feel it." Her fingers traced the veins along his shaft, her touch feather-light, maddening. "You wanna come in my mouth, Kevin?" The question was blunt, filthy, and it punched the air from his lungs. "Or—" Her thumb pressed against the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum in slow circles. "—do you wanna fuck me?"

Kevin’s vision whited out for a second, his grip on her hair tightening. The office blurred around them—the hum of the computer, the flickering fluorescent light, the distant buzz of his phone vibrating against the desk. None of it mattered. Not when Emily was looking up at him like *that*, her blue eyes wide and dark with want.