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Jake's POVI was already buried deep when she started losing control of herself, it was easy to tell she was down bad for my cock.Her thick thighs clamped tight around my hips, her nails digging into my shoulders as though she needed to hold on to prove this was happening. I didn’t give her anything to hold onto emotionally, I didn't have to, no kisses, no whispered nonsense, no fake tenderness. Just the steady, practiced rhythm I’d perfected over months long, controlled strokes that landed exactly where the extra cash said they should. I stayed professional. She lay on her back now, legs hooked over my forearms so I could fold her open anyway she requested. Every time I drove in, her ass lifted off the mattress, soft and heavy, the cheeks spreading and bouncing back against my pelvis with a fleshy slap that echoed over the drone of the hotel AC. She was a proper PAWG. She could never get wet enough on her own, so the lube bottle stood open on the nightstand, cap lost somewhere,

Jake's POVMy pulse kicked up immediately he said the word, but I didn’t hesitate. My fingers went to my belt, unbuckling it with a sharp tug. Jeans slid down my thighs, pooling at my ankles. I kicked them off along with my shoes. Shirt next, buttons popped one by one until I shrugged it off my shoulders.Boxers last, though with a bit of hesitation. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and shoved them down, stepping free. Stark naked now, skin prickling in the cool air, my cock already half-hard from the sheer weight of his gaze.He didn’t move, he just watched, calm as a predator sizing up prey. His composure made my stomach twist.“On your knees,” he commanded. I dropped, knees hitting the carpet. The position felt exposed, vulnerable, but a low thrill hummed under my skin. This was supposed to be just another gig, cash to make me stable, nothing more. But the way he loomed over me, fully clothed while I knelt bare, stirred something raw.I wasn’t new to men, but this dynamic?

Jake’s POV“Send the revised draft to acquisitions before noon,” Nathan said to the woman standing in front of his desk. His tone was calm and measured. “And make sure legal reviews clause four. We’re not repeating last quarter’s mistake.”“Yes, sir,” she replies quickly.He nods once, dismissing her.Then his eyes shift to me.“Mr. Humphrey.”The way he said my name felt deliberate. Precise.“Yes, Mr. Hayes.”“The summaries you submitted this morning were adequate,” he says. “Adequate is not the standard here.”My jaw tightened slightly. “What would you prefer?”“I prefer insight, not repetition. If I wanted the manuscript paraphrased, I would ask a machine.”A few heads lifted from nearby desks. Not obviously staring, but listening.“I’ll revise them,” I said.“You’ll need to do more than just revise,” he replied evenly. “You’ll demonstrate that you understand what makes a book profitable, not just readable.”He turns to Clara. “Your report was concise. Thank you.”She smiled faint