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North’s POV

I don't know how long I'd been fingering my hole, lost in the haze of my own arousal, but Lucien didn't let me stop until he was close to cumming. His eyes, dark and predatory, never left my hands as I worked myself open for him. Then he beckoned me over with a single crooked finger, a gesture that made my heart hammer against my ribs.

I pulled my fingers from my body, slick with my own need, and crawled to him across the plush carpet. The fibers dug into my knees, but I barely registered the discomfort. Lucien held my chin, his grip firm but not painful, still stroking his magnificent cock with his other hand.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me.

I complied, stretching my jaw as wide as I could to accommodate what he offered. He guided himself past my lips, and I felt the weight of him on my tongue, salty, velvety, impossibly alive. Lucien set the pace, making me bob my head faster and faster until my eyes watered and my lungs burned. Just when I thought I might pass out from lack of air, I felt something thick slide down my throat, accompanied by him cursing so loud it echoed in the spacious room.

He pulled out of my mouth, and I gasped for air, my body wracked with coughs. I wasn't used to this, to him. The little food I had in the morning rose like an old fountain trying to spout water, but I feared he might hate me if I threw up on his pristine floor, so I swallowed it back with much disgust.

While I caught my breath, Lucien was wiping himself with a tissue, tiny beads of sweat rolling down his broad chest, following the path to his abdomen. I was staring... I couldn't help it. Turns out a rich stranger with a kink for roughness turned me on. I was so hard, yet I fought the urge to touch myself without permission.

"You can finish up here," Lucien said, rising from the chair. He bent over, his face inches from mine. He simply stared, then tilted my head and bit down on my skin again until it hurt just enough to make me gasp. "Let's continue this some other time, okay?"

I nodded even though I was confused. Was that it? Weren't we going to go all the way? Did I do something wrong? Was I that unappealing? Sitting on my heels, I watched as the person who could answer my questions disappeared into the bathroom. I just sat there, hard and abandoned.

Ten minutes later, he emerged. "You can go in now," he informed me before walking to a door I assumed was for his closet.

The silence in the room after he left was deafening. I exhaled shakily and walked to the bathroom, but even the cold shower didn't stop my arousal or calm my blood. All I could think about was his chest, so chiseled I wouldn't mind being smothered between them and the hair between his pecs... or that massive cock, the biggest I'd ever seen in my life, something straight out of an exaggerated p**n. It was veiny, thick, long... would saying it looked like twelve inches be an exaggeration? Maybe I was exaggerating, but only I understood the feeling of having a mouth stuffed with dick and the sensation of a penis trying to tear my throat.

Fuck... I reached down and started stroking my cock, my mind filled with the nasty things we had done earlier. His back... god, his back. I had always had a thing for athletic backs, and he was just perfect, every muscle simply... ugh. I stroked harder, hissing as the water showered down my back. Fuck, fuck. It finally came out, the fastest I had ever cummed without any pornographic aid.

I leaned my head against the wall, catching my breath when a voice jolted my soul out of me. "That was quite the performance."

I turned sharply. Lucien stood there with a toothbrush in his hand. How long had he been watching me? His eyes dragged down to my crotch, then painstakingly lingered before he turned to start brushing his teeth.

Shit. I wanted to die. He saw everything. What did he think of me? I was so ashamed that I faced the wall again, even though I was done. I couldn't fathom how I was going to pass him without slipping and breaking my head from shame. He was shameless, but this was my first time jerking off in a stranger's bathroom.

I stood there until he left before I finally stepped out of the shower, but just then he came back, apparently having forgotten his phone on the counter. He eyed me and ground his jaw. "You are basically begging to be fucked at this point." He took his phone and left.

I stood frozen, water dripping from my body onto the marble floor. His words echoed in my mind, part accusation, part promise. My body responded to his voice even in his absence, a traitorous thing that wanted nothing more than to submit to whatever he had planned next.

After drying myself with a plush towel that smelled faintly of his cologne, I stepped back into the bedroom. I was still standing by the bathroom door when he stepped out of the closet, fully dressed in a tailored suit. His eyes, however, betrayed him. They lingered, roaming over my bare skin, slow and deliberate, heat crawling up my neck until my cheeks flushed.

He said nothing.

He simply turned and left.

As if it had been timed, the door had barely closed behind him when it opened again. Jeremy walked in, clapping softly as the door shut at his back.

“Congratulations,” he said, smiling. “You are the first person to be offered a second interview in months.”

I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or terrified.

But there was still a chance. A chance meant quick money.