Second Chances

Cory Chase watches her assistant and nearly loses it. Kenna James fumbles through every task in sight, nothing done right, nothing on time. Cory sits her down and says the words Kenna fears: she's done. Kenna's face falls. She begs—promises she'll make it right, swears she can prove herself if Cory will give her just one more chance. Cory studies her for a long second, then offers twenty-four hours. That's it. The next evening, everything is different. Rooms gleam. Dinner waits, perfect and hot. Cory eases onto the couch, glass in hand, when Kenna appears in silk so thin it might as well be a promise. She kneels between Cory's spread thighs and slides the robe open. Her tongue finds Cory's clit in one smooth, wet stroke, slow circles that quicken when Cory's breath catches. Fingers press inside, curling until Cory's hips jerk forward. Kenna adds a second, then a third, fucking her steady while she sucks harder, relentless, until Cory's thighs clamp around her head and she comes with a low, drawn-out moan that fills the quiet room.