Chapter 16

Xnaurl

Zana: Guess what color panties I'm wearing under my very short skirt? Or am I wearing any at all? ??

I swallow hard, nearly choking on my tongue. That little minx knows exactly what she's doing to me. I quickly thumb a reply under the table:

X: You're playing with fire, temptress. Don't you have algorithms to optimize or something?

Another message pops up almost instantly:

Zana: All work and no play makes Zana a dull girl...and a very horny one too. I need your big, strong hands on me ASAP, Mr. Executive Vice President.

I squirm in my seat, grateful my lower half is hidden from the camera's view. My pants are suddenly feeling unpleasantly snug. I risk another peek at my phone.

Zana: BTW, I may have misplaced my panties somewhere between the kitchen and my cozy little love nest downstairs. Oopsie! Guess you'll have to come find them later...along with my throbbing, soaked--

I nearly drop the phone on the floor. Blood pounds in my ears (and another swollen appendage) as I picture every tantalizing word.

Growling under my breath, I type back:

X: Keep this up and you'll be getting a very thorough performance review tonight, you naughty girl. One that involves me burying my face between your quivering thighs until you scream.

I hit send, then immediately worry I've gone too far. But her instantaneous response assuages my doubts:

Zana: Promise? ????

The quarterly conference call kicks off, the screen buzzing with familiar faces and corporate jargon. I'm perched at my desk, a dark cloud hovering over me as I listen to my team drone on about year-to-date earnings.

Vormugh Enterprises is riding high. Higher bonuses for everyone! Woo-hoo. My enthusiasm, however, is cut short by the thought of Zana downstairs, likely sprawled out in her cozy nest, waiting for me.

"Xnaurl, are you with us?" The voice pulls me back to the group, but I can't shake off the image of Zana—curvy, 5'9", long black hair cascading like a waterfall down her back. She's a goddess.

"Uh, yeah, sure," I mutter, trying to focus on the numbers being tossed around. But honestly, all I can think about is how easily I could slip away from this meeting, head downstairs, and?—

"Employee of the Month has some perks, doesn't he?" Zana's message pops up in the chat, cheeky and tantalizing.

"Are we talking about the same Employee of the Month who still has ten minutes left in the call?" I reply, smirking despite myself.

"Just making sure you don't forget your responsibilities upstairs." A playful jab, but the heat behind her words makes my skin prickle. Each time she types, I feel a delicious thrill rush through me, our mating cuffs humming softly against my wrist. It's like she knows exactly what buttons to push—her snark laced with an undercurrent of something much more primal.

"Responsibility? Is that what we're calling it now?" I type back, pretending to sound serious, but my pulse quickens. It's hard to keep my mind on business when I can practically hear her soft breaths echoing in the air between us.

"Well," she replies, "someone has to keep the boss on his toes."

"Only if you promise to behave." I let the challenge hang there, knowing full well that Zana's idea of behaving might warp the very definition.

"Behave? Is that what you think I do best?" Her response comes so quickly I can almost see her wicked grin.

"At work?" I shoot back, unable to suppress a smile. "You're a perfect little data scientist—always crunching numbers and avoiding social interaction."

"Save it for the board meeting. I've got my own… metrics to measure." The double entendre hangs thick in the air, and I nearly choke on my coffee.

"Metrics, huh? Should I be worried?" I glance at the screen, feigning interest in the discussion about sales projections while my thoughts spiral into fantasies about what goes on in her suite.

"Only if you want a performance review later," she teases, her words igniting a fire deep within me.

"Noted. But I'd rather conduct that review face-to-face." I set my jaw, desperately trying to mask the way my body responds to her playful banter. It's maddening, all this tension simmering beneath the surface.

"Just wait until this call wraps up," she shoots back, and I can almost hear the smirk in her voice.

The call drones on, a symphony of corporate jargon that barely penetrates my brain. I'm trying to focus on the quarterly figures—"higher earnings" and "employee bonuses"—but all I can think about is Zana. The way she smirks at me from her suite, lounging in something far too comfortable, likely with that mischievous glint in her eye.

Suddenly, a message pops up from her in our private chat: *"Guess what I just did?"*

My heart races. "What?" I type back, only half-expecting an answer.

"Let's just say I'm... multitasking," she replies, followed by a cheeky winky face. My eyebrows shoot up as I try to maintain my composure during the meeting. But there's a slight tremor in my fingers as I feel her pleasure pulse through our joint mating cuffs. It's like a ripple in the fabric of reality, and I know exactly what she's doing.

"That's not how the Employee of the Month behaves," I shoot back, my lips twitching upward despite my best efforts.

"Will this go into a performance improvement plan?" she fires off, and I can practically hear her laughter bubbling beneath her words. She knows exactly how to push my buttons, and I'm here for it.

I can't help but grin at her audacity. But instead of replying, I swipe my ring, adjusting the setting to its lowest level. The control sends a tiny jolt through her, a teasing whisper of pleasure that feels like a vice grip around my cock. I almost moan out loud; the sensation mingles with the droning voices of my colleagues discussing profitability margins.

"X, you there? You seem… distracted," one of them says, dragging me back from the edge of blissful distraction. I cough, clearing my throat.

"Just contemplating... market trends," I manage, my voice coming out gruffer than intended.

"Right. Market trends." I can sense their skepticism but don't care. All my attention is now focused on Zana, who's definitely enjoying herself over there.

"Are you torturing me?" I type, hoping to keep this light.

"Only if you like it," she replies, the words dripping with sweet seduction. I can imagine her biting her lip, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You're going to make me blow this whole call, aren't you?" I reply, my pulse quickening.

"Maybe that's the plan…"

I shift in my seat, acutely aware of the heat pooling between my legs. I shouldn't be this affected while on a video call, but damn if Zana doesn't have a talent for getting under my skin—in the best possible way.

"Okay, okay. Just wait until we're off this call," I promise, my resolve wavering. But the truth? I'm already imagining how quickly I'll get to her once the meeting wraps.

"Promises, promises," she taunts, and I can almost hear her sultry laugh echoing in my mind.

"Just you wait, Employee of the Month," I murmur under my breath, because this time I'm determined to show her just how much I appreciate her unique approach to productivity.

"Alright, people. Great job on those quarterly numbers," I say, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pulse of heat radiating through my body. "Let's?—"

I glance sideways at my chat window. Zana is a writhing mass of mischief and pleasure, and I can feel it in every nerve ending. I swallow hard, my thoughts tangled with visions of her.

"—wrap this up," I finish, urgency creeping into my tone as I scramble to click the ‘End Meeting' button. I don't want to accidentally broadcast our little escapades. That would be one hell of a corporate scandal.

"Thanks for your time, everyone!" I manage to utter before I'm speeding toward the door, fingers still hovering over the keyboard as if I might change my mind and jump back into the stratosphere of boring business talk.

"Remember, Employee of the Month is always available for questions," I add dryly, but the moment I hit that button and the screen goes dark, my heart races.

"Finally." I mutter under my breath, excitement bubbling within me like a shaken soda can. I stride down the hallway, my mind racing ahead to what awaits me.

As I reach her sanctuary—a cozy little nest she's created with blankets and pillows—I push the door open. The sight before me steals my breath. There she is, curvy and beautiful, an enchanting vision lost in her own world of pleasure. Her long black hair spills like silk against the pillows, framing her face, which is twisted in a delicious mix of ecstasy and mischief.

"Zana?" My voice comes out rougher than intended, thick with anticipation.

"X!" she gasps, those dark eyes sparkling as they lock onto mine. The way she writhes beneath the covers sends a jolt straight to my core, my cock twitching in response. "I thought you'd never come!"

"Yeah, well, some of us have actual jobs," I shoot back, stepping closer, ready to dive into the chaos of our private world. "But I see you're doing… employee evaluations of your own."

"Someone has to keep up morale," she quips, biting her lip, the smile playing at the edges of her mouth only fueling the fire inside me.

"Well, I hope you've been keeping your performance metrics high," I reply, letting a smirk dance across my features as I approach her. The atmosphere crackles with unspoken tension, and I can almost taste her desire in the air.

"Always," she purrs, and that single word sends my heart racing.

"Good," I say, leaning in. "Because I think it's time for a review."

With that, I move closer, ready to unleash all the pent-up energy from the conference call and savor every moment we've been denied.

I dive into her sanctuary, the air thick with the sweet scent of Zana mixed with a hint of mischief. "You look cozy," I say, my voice low and teasing as I slide in beside her, wrapping my arms around her soft curves. My heart races at the sight of her tangled in blankets, her skin glowing like caramel under the gentle light.

"Cozy? Try positively ravishing," she shoots back, an eyebrow arched, and my stomach flips.

"Ravishing, huh?" I chuckle, pulling her closer until our bodies mold together like two pieces of a puzzle. "Looks like someone's been working too hard on her performance metrics."

"Only for you, X." Her voice drips with playful sincerity, and I can feel the heat radiating off her skin, igniting the fire within me that has been simmering all through that blasted conference call.

"Good, because I've got some… evaluations of my own to conduct," I murmur, brushing my lips against her forehead before capturing her mouth in a kiss that feels like coming home. The moment our lips touch, it's electric—my entire body awakens, responding to every soft sigh she releases.

And then, with a determination that has been building since we started our little game, I pull away just enough to meet her eyes. "Ready for your review?"

"Always," she breathes, her pupils dilating, and I can't help but grin.

"Then let's get to work." The words tumble out almost playfully, but there's no denying the hunger behind them. I shift my weight, aligning myself against her as I position my cock at her entrance.

Sliding inside her is like diving into molten silk—perfectly warm, welcoming, and utterly intoxicating. Every inch of her surrounds me, and I let out a low groan, feeling her shiver beneath me. With our cuffs still humming with energy, I can sense every flutter and tremor coursing through her, mingling with the pleasure rippling through my own body.

"God, Zana," I whisper, gripping her waist, reveling in the way she arches against me, wanting more. The teasing I'd endured during that meeting transforms into pure bliss as I begin to move, pushing deeper, feeling her warmth enveloping me.

"X…" she gasps, and I can practically taste the need hanging in the air. I pinch her labia together, deliberately focusing on her clit, knowing how sensitive she is. She squirms beneath me, her reaction sending shockwaves of delight straight to my core. Just a few more strokes, and I can feel her body tightening around me, ready to explode.

"Are you going to come for me now?" I murmur, my voice a low growl, each thrust punctuated by the rhythm of our connection, each pulse of pleasure vibrating through our cuffs.

"Only if you keep doing that," she breathes, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. And with that cheeky challenge ringing in my ears, I know exactly what I need to do.

Why not? She's earned it and more. My breath hitches as I notice the little jeweled end of her butt plug winking at me like a cheeky little imp. The sight alone makes my pulse quicken, the thrill coursing through me as I thrust deeper into her warmth. Each movement is a sweet reminder of how perfectly she fits me, and I can't help but marvel at her.

"Just a few more orgasms," I murmur under my breath, the thought sending a jolt of excitement through my body. With Zana, it's always a delicious game, and I intend to make this round particularly memorable.

I slide my hands down to grip her thighs, pinching her labia together once again—just enough to coax out another shudder from her. The muffled moan that escapes her lips sends a wave of heat straight to my core. "Now let's see if we can't get that little plug to wink at me one more time."

"Xnaurl!" She laughs breathlessly, her cheeks flushing a beautiful shade of crimson. It's moments like these when I can't help but feel the weight of the world lift. Here, in our sanctuary, all my responsibilities fade away, leaving only the two of us—and the electric connection thrumming through our cuffs.

"Don't you dare tease me back," I warn playfully, feeling her body tighten around me, as if she knows just how to push all my buttons. I'm about to show her why she should listen, why she should surrender to the pleasure building between us.

"Too late," she whispers, biting her lip again, and suddenly, I realize this playful banter is only stoking the fire inside me. I want to push her past that edge, to take her soaring into ecstasy while I follow closely behind.

"Then let's give them something to talk about, shall we?" I growl softly, the sound mingling with her laughter as I pull back and thrust harder, the rhythm quickly escalating. Her cries echo in the room, each note striking a chord in my chest.

"X!" she gasps, her eyes rolling back slightly, and I know we're close. That delicate balance of teasing and pleasure is about to tip over the edge, and I'm right there with her.

"Only the best VIP treatment for the Employee of the Month for the third month in a row," I say it with mock seriousness, even as my grin betrays me. Who would've thought my mate would be such an overachiever in both work and pleasure?

"Be a good girl and come for me now." My voice rumbles low and commanding, and I watch as her eyes widen, a mix of surprise and delight dancing in their depths. There's nothing quite like that look—the way her body responds to me, to us, our cuffs buzzing with shared electricity.

"Come for me, baby," I urge, the words slipping from my lips like a prayer, and I brace myself for what's to come—because with Zana, every moment is a reason to celebrate.

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