Ezra's pov,
The knock that came was sharp and sudden.
“Come in,” I said, already seated, holding my breath.
The door opened, and my client walked in, with a polite smile and with a briefcase. I didn't bother to move because I was getting yanked from below.
“Mr. Hawthorns,” I said smoothly. “It's good to see you, please have a seat.” I said, pointing at the chair right in front of me.
Beneath the desk my d**k was getting pumped vigorously as I could feel his tongue hover around the tip of the cap.
I smiled trying to arrange my reaction and the numbers followed almost immediately. My voice was already tense as sweat broke over my forehead despite the cold temperature of the room.
My sentences became tighter. As my spine remained upright, one of my hands gripped on the edge of the desk
