Hey, temp.”

I look up at Ali’s hovering head between our desks. “Yeah?”

She shines a mischievous smile. “Boss lady wants to see you.”

I pause. “She does?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She holds up a folder with my name stamped on it and passes it over to me. “It’s your four-week performance evaluation today.”

I stare at the folder in my hand, wondering where the hell the time went. “You’re kidding.”

She shrugs. “She said anytime but you might as well get it over with now. Payne can be… pretty rough.”

My lips twitch. “You don’t say?”

Ali disappears behind the wall. I feel a quick tease of adrenaline in my veins. Nora and I have to be careful around here. It’s rare that I find a genuine reason to go into her office.

I take the folder with me and make my way over, trying to act as normal and casual as possible.

Nora sits at her desk with her reading glasses on. She’s immersed in something — logo designs, by the looks of it — and she doesn’t notice me in the doorway. I take a moment to admire the view of her. Her milk-white skin and blood-red lips. Her blonde hair pulled back in a loose, but somehow elegantly professional, up-do. Her perfectly manicured French-tipped nails. And the collar, of course.

I look through the glass top desk at her outfit. It’s a gray suit jacket with a white blouse and…

I furrow my brow. Nora’s wearing a skirt. Nora Payne never wears a skirt to work.

I tap the door frame. “You wanted to see me, Ms. Payne?”

Her little eyes flick in my direction and for a second, I wonder if she really did know I was here the whole time and she was just… playing.

“Come on in, Clive,” she says. “Close the door behind you.”

I do as she says. She is the boss, after all.

I close the door and lay the folder down on her desk.

“Sit down,” she says.

I take a seat as she flicks the folder open. “Four weeks,” she muses, turning over my resume.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say.

“Ali seems to like you.”

I nod. “I guess so.”

She glances at me over the thick rims of her glasses. “Do you enjoy the work you do here, Clive?” she asks.

“I enjoy working for you, Ms. Payne.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“No,” I answer truthfully. “It’s not the kind of work I would prefer, but it is work and I’m happy to do it.”

She flops the folder onto her desk. “What kind of work would you prefer to be doing?”

I pause. “I’m not sure.”

Nora slowly uncrosses her legs. “I have something in mind for you,” she says. “I would highly recommend you consider it if you value your future place at this company… Mr. Snow.”

I raise a brow. “What did you have in mind, Ms. Payne?”

She looks at me, her eyes dropping down to my chest. “I have a fantasy,” she says, “and I thought that maybe you’d be willing to help me fulfill it.”

I smile. “What fantasy?”

“It’s kinda naughty…”

“Name it.”

She chews on her red lip as her nervous eyes flick behind me. “Get on your knees,” she says.

I slowly slide from my chair onto the floor.

“Not there,” she says, gently turning. “Here.”

She spreads her knees, hiking up her skirt to reveal herself. I look forward beneath the glass-top desk, instantly salivating at the smooth skin of her thighs and the pretty, pink pussy on display just for me.

I drop onto my hands and crawl toward her beneath the desk. “Like this?” I ask.

“Mm-hmm,” she hums, nodding her head as my lips peck at her knees. “I want my employee to do anything to keep his job.”

I laugh. “Anything?”

“Yes.”

“That is naughty.”

She winces with playful eyes, her character breaking. “I’d never do something like this for real… but since I helped you with your naughty workplace fantasy…”

I kiss her inner thigh and she releases a passionate breath. “You want me to do the same.”

“I know it’s probably not what you had in mind when you asked me to be your sub, but—”

“Nora,” I interrupt, “I love your pussy so much, you couldn’t pay me not to eat it whenever you wanted it.”

I bury my face between her legs, parting my lips and sticking out my dripping tongue.

Nora gasps, her voice muted and suppressed. She opens her legs wider and hoists them up over my shoulders as I slide my hands beneath her ass to pull her even closer to me. I coat my tongue with her flavor, letting it overwhelm me like a damn animal.

“That’s it,” she whispers. “Right there.”

I lap her clit, using soft and slow moves to make her purr for me. It might not be the best use of time — anyone could knock or open the door at any moment — but this is her fantasy and I don’t want to rush it. Hell, I might have daydreamed about this once or twice myself.

Her fingers comb through my hair, twitching softly against my scalp. “I haven’t been very impressed by your performance recently, Clive,” she says through heavy breathing.

I chuckle against her thigh. “I’m sorry, Ms. Payne.” I suck on her clit once. “I promise I’ll be a very, very good boy from now on.”

Her head rolls back. “Yes…”

“You can double my workload,” I say, staring up at her. “I’ll stay late… if it means you’ll sit on my face.”

She lets herself moan, quiet but deep. “That would be a good start,” she teases.

I unleash a flurry of tongue-lashings along her clit and her knees knock against my ears.

“I’ll give you one-hundred and ten percent… of my cock.”

She slaps her hands over her mouth to smother her laugh. “Clive…”

“I don’t even know how that’s possible but I’m sure the creative team can help me think of something.”

“Shut up,” she says, flicking my forehead.

I grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

I latch my mouth around her clit, giving it a hard suck between my teeth. Nora fights the scream in her chest as she grabs me by the hair again.

“Just like that,” she moans. “Fuck.”

A wave of wetness covers my tongue. I lap it up, refusing to abandon even just a little bit of it. I groan for her as she twitches with pleasure and gasps for breath. I look up at her, admiring her flushed cheeks and rising breasts. There’s nothing I don’t love about this view. Her silky skin and juicy lips. Those reading glasses that make her look like the hottest fucking librarian in the whole Midwest. My dick throbs for release but I control my urges in favor of giving her what she needs.

“Clive,” she says, convulsing in her chair. “I’m coming.”

My jaw burns but I keep going. Her nails dig into my scalp as she comes and I bite the flesh of her thigh to stop myself from crying out, too. She gasps and flinches but she doesn’t stop the beautiful ruin taking over her.

I continue eating her, focusing on her entrance to give her sensitive clit a break. She’ll stop me when she’s ready… but I’m not ready to stop yet.

Nora gazes down at me, breathing hard as her lips curl. “Not bad, temp,” she says.

I plunge my tongue inside of her and she slaps my forehead.

“No, no…” she scolds, still smiling. “If you don’t stop now, I might never let you…”

I pull out and kiss her inner thighs. “I suppose it would look suspicious if I spent all day in here,” I say.

She hums with pleasure as she caresses my cheeks. “Whatever happened to it’s the 21st century? No one cares about that kind of thing anymore…”

“Nora, I was so desperate to get into your pants, I would have said anything.”

Her jaw drops. “I knew it! You filthy, little liar.”

I laugh and catch her wrist before she can slap me. “I’m only here for another few weeks,” I point out as I leave a few kisses on her knuckles. “Then, I won’t be your employee anymore. No one…” I spread her knees a little wider, “will give…” and kiss her thighs again, “a single fuck.”

She combs her fingers through my hair, encouraging me to continue my trek back to her dripping slit.

“What if…” she says, “your employment at Black Book wasn’t so temporary?”

I raise my head. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that our company sees great value in keeping you around on a more permanent basis,” she says, her lips curling. “Accounting, for instance, is always in need of a second pair of eyes.”

“Are you sure?” I smirk. “We both know that I’m not the best at doing that.”

“What about the creative department?” she offers instead. “We’re starting development on a sister app. One more focused on matching people based on sexual kink.”

I lean away slightly. “You are?”

She nods. “We need an expert to help determine what kinks go best together with certain lifestyles.” She runs her finger along my brow. “Naturally, I thought of you.”

“Oh, I’m an expert now?” I ask, amused.

“You know more than I do. You have connections with others who might know more than that.” She smiles. “Just think about it, okay?”

I sit back on my knees. “Are you serious about this?”

Nora lowers her feet to the floor. “Yes,” she answers.

“You’re really offering me a full-time job here?”

“Salaried with benefits. Yes.”

I close my mouth, suddenly realizing it was hanging open. “Why?” I ask.

She presses her red lips together. “I like having you around. You’re like…” She smiles. “Okay. When I was a kid, I only ever had vanilla ice cream.”

I laugh. “Oh, I see where this is going…”

She grins. “And all of my friends kept telling me about chocolate. And strawberry.”

“And rocky road?” I ask.

“And rocky road!”

“So, I’m your naughty, corrupting, devil ice cream,” I joke. “Is that it?”

“You’re that sweet, delicious, wonderful treat that I should have let myself have ages ago.” She runs her thumb along my cheek. “And I don’t want to give you up.”

“Even if I make you fat?”

“Especially if you make me fat.” She laughs. “How’s that for a performance evaluation?”

I shake my head in disbelief. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll take it,” she says. “Or, at the very least, that you’ll think about it.”

“In that case…” I push forward, stopping just short of her lips. “I’ll think about it.”

Nora gently purses those perfect red lips against mine.

“Good boy,” she says.