Wrong Position, Right Fit (4/4)

Jake nearly stumbled in his heels when the HR call came through.

Finally, he thought. His heart raced as he smoothed his blouse and hurried down the hallway. After months of strutting through the office in skirts that barely reached mid-thigh and heels that left his calves aching, maybe—maybe—his real job had opened up. Surely this was it.

The woman behind the desk gave him a gentle, almost apologetic smile.

“Jade, thanks for coming in. We’ve reviewed your placement and… there’s been a change. Going forward, you’ll be serving as Mr. Langston’s personal assistant.”

Jake’s jaw dropped. “Wait… what about my position in accounting?”

She hesitated only a moment, her voice gentle. “That position is no longer available to you. But this role offers the same pay, and Mr. Langston made it very clear he values your... contributions.”

Jake opened his mouth to protest—then closed it.

His mind flashed to the night before. The warmth of Marcus’s breath against his cheek, the way those strong hands had pulled him close. The kiss that left his knees weak and something deep inside him aching with need. His legs shifted slightly as the memory pulsed through him.

Just for now, he told himself—just until he found another job somewhere else, and besides… he did need the money.

He bit his lip. “...Fine.”

That was six months ago.

Now Jade sat perched on the edge of Mr. Langston’s desk, silky thighs crossed beneath a patent-black miniskirt that clung tight and glossy under the overhead lights. Her blouse hung open just enough to showcase a lacy black bra, the kind that did nothing to hide the full, perky implants Marcus had personally financed—his idea of a performance bonus.

Her tongue flicked across her lipstick—dark red, perfectly painted. Her black patent heels gleamed under the light, perfectly paired with sheer stockings that hugged every curve of her legs. She didn’t even look up when she heard the office door open.

“Welcome back, sir,” she purred.

Marcus Langston stepped in without a word, loosening his tie. His eyes raked over her body like he owned it—and Jade didn’t flinch. She simply smirked, stretching like a cat in heat.

“Long day?” she asked, voice sweet and sultry.

“Stressful,” he replied, already undoing his belt. “I need a little clarity.”

She slid off the desk without hesitation, sinking to her knees with practiced grace. The cool floor sent a shiver up her spine as she settled between his legs, fingers already at his zipper. Her nails—long, black, and wickedly sharp—glinted as her fingers made quick work of his pants, then curled around his thick, juicy cock with a delicate grip.

Her lips brushed against him—once, teasing—before parting to take him in.

Her mouth was hot and wet, her throat trained and eager. She moaned softly around him, sending a delicious vibration up his length. His hand settled on the back of her head, not guiding… just claiming.

Each movement was slow, sensual, hungry—a promise of everything she’d become.

As he hit the back of her throat and she swallowed him deeper, her mascaraed lashes fluttered, and her moan turned into a needy purr. Her thoughts melted into nothing but heat, obedience, and the intoxicating pulse of approval that made her thighs press together beneath her skirt.

And as she sucked harder, lips stretching, spit dripping to her chin, one thought echoed between every slurp and gasp:

God, I’m so glad I didn’t end up at that boring accounting job…

This position has much better perks.