I went lower, my tongue dragging along the thick length still straining inside his briefs. The head was free, swollen, slick, but the rest of him pulsed hot beneath the fabric. I licked him through it, slow, teasing strokes, tasting him and feeling him move subtly with every flick of my tongue.
Kael's voice stayed calm, detached, but I could hear the weight in it now, the tension he was swallowing down. "Roman Enterprises doesn't gamble. We calculate risk. And so far, your numbers don't satisfy me."
God, he sounded so in control when I knew he wasn't.
My hand slid between my thighs, pressing against the damp mess I'd made. The moment I touched myself, my body jolted, the sharp ache of need making me bite back a moan.
I worked his shaft with my other hand, half-stroking, teasing, while my tongue kept dragging over him. My legs trembled, my head spinning with the filthy high of doing this in broad daylight, with his investors only feet away.
