"Do you want to be chased, Captain?" Sarah purred, eyes glinting as she took a step forward.
Nick backed away instinctively, step by step, until his spine hit the edge of the desk.
"Oops," she smirked. "Nowhere left to run."
In a flash, Sarah dropped to her knees, yanking down his pants with a force that left no room for refusal. Nick tensed, stunned by the suddenness, his fists tightening at his sides.
"Sarah, stop—"
But she didn't listen.
Her hands moved fast, too fast, and Nick's breath caught in his throat as she touched him. His cock was in her mouth in an instant.
She worked him hard, like she always had—desperate to reclaim his focus, to pull him into the only game she knew how to play.
