Office Rivalry - Avery Black

Avery knows the game. She walks in, shuts the door, and tells Tony he’s already lost. He’s still grinning when she sets her feet on his desk, toes flexing, heels catching the light. The smirk dies. Tony’s knees start to give. Five minutes tick by while he presses his mouth to her arches, breathing her in, licking every inch like it might save him. Ten more slide past while she turns, drops her skirt, and plants her ass on his face. He can’t stop. Can’t stand. Can’t even glance at the clock. His interview slot is empty, his future circling the drain, and all he can do is keep licking, keep serving, keep proving what he was made for. Avery doesn’t need to raise her voice. She just stays there, taking what he hands over.