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It was quite possibly the hottest Georgia summer that Elijah Elliot could remember. The air conditioning in his darkened office ran full blast above him, chilling the hairs at the back of his neck, but he was burning up. On fire.

She was kneeling in front of him, nude except for the bright red silk that bound her hands behind her. Looking down through eyes half-lidded with measured restraint, he could see the uneven speckles of nearly matching red that the rough Berber carpet marred into her knees. She didn't seem to mind—her mouth on his cock was steady and skilled. She made small noises of relish as she worked her lips around him. He dropped a hand from the cool plate glass window in front of him to smooth over loose, thick hair.

"Faster," he ordered.

Waves of rippling heat tensed the muscles of his thighs when she hummed deep in her throat, the perfect place to be as far as he was concerned. He growled his approval as she sped up the fierce, wet suction of her mouth. The hand that still braced against the window fisted, and Eli's eyes closed, his hips tilting in consonant rhythm with her new pace. Everything in him tightened, and he leaned into each of her down strokes, silently urging her to take him fully. She pulled back her lips the barest fraction and his next thrust met with the delicate graze of her teeth. The head of his cock brushed the back of her throat.

"Yes," he moaned, his eyes flaring open at the deep, clenching wave of pleasure that slammed into his midsection. He was greeted by two of the most beautiful sights in the world—a breathtaking high-rise view across the glittering nighttime lights of downtown Atlanta, and his business partner, her arms tied behind her back, sucking him off while he made a tight fist in her long auburn hair.

He was so close to coming it set his teeth on edge. His cock throbbed, jerked as she flattened her tongue against the underside of his aching head. She lingered, teasing, lightening the broad, wetly silken strokes of her lips until only the upper curve of her perfect mouth grazed him, butterfly-like. Her breath teased the length of his damp erection. In contrast to the refrigerated air of the room, she nearly scalded him.

He caught her chin, fighting frustration. Not what he wanted. He wanted deeper.

"Open."