Nash felt the warmth of the woman's naked body pressing into his, her skin gliding against his own as she started up that slow grind, making his brain short-circuit.
Her breasts bounced lightly with each movement, and he had to grip the chair tightly to keep from reaching out to touch her.
And then there was that smell, sex, sweat, leather. The whole room felt like it was closing in on him.
Victoria was still talking, something about power and positions, her breasts basically threatening to break out of her dress every time she leaned in.
"Look, Nash," Victoria said, leaning forward. "If you join us, you'll have more than just the position of Ace. You'll have the power to make decisions that actually matter. The team will be yours to mold."
The woman on his lap moaned softly, her rhythm increasing just a little, her nails digging into his shoulders. Nash bit his lip, trying to ignore the delicious sensation of her wetness enveloping his dick.
