Chapter 8: Whispers of the Playroom

Jed pulled into Karen’s Scottsdale driveway, the desert sun sinking low into the evening sky, casting long shadows across her upscale home. A few days after his whirlwind first day at Nexlify, the office tryst with Elise, Sasha’s teasing touch in the boardroom, and the chaotic inner circle dinner at Marcus’s penthouse. His mind was still reeling from the unbound passions that had consumed him. The Duck’s absence had hung like a promise of deeper thrills, and Karen’s texts, urgent and laced with desire, had drawn him here, a chance to anchor himself in their fiery connection.

She greeted him at the door in a sheer black negligee, the lace clinging to her toned curves. Her dark hair spilled freely, blue eyes blazing with hunger. At 47, Karen was a vision of unleashed passion, her gym-sculpted body radiating a sexiness that could mesmerize. She yanked him inside, her lips crashing into his with a ravenous kiss, her tongue plunging deep, exploring his mouth with a desperate edge that set his nerves alight. Her hands tore at his shirt, buttons popping as she pressed her body against him, her warmth searing through the flimsy lace.

“Missed you,” she growled, her voice thick with need, her fingers raking his chest, igniting sparks of desire. Jed’s mind instantly calmed in her presence, their connection roaring back to life.

They stumbled to the living room, clothes falling in a frantic trail. Karen shoved him onto the plush leather couch, her negligee slipping to bare one shoulder, revealing the curve of her firm breast. She straddled him, her shaved pussy grinding against his hardening cock through his pants, the friction electric. Jed’s hands slid under the lace, gripping her ass, then cupping her breasts. His thumbs flicking her pink nipples until they stiffened, her sharp gasps fueling his arousal. She was his escape, her body a reminder of feeling desired, alive.

Karen ripped open his belt, freeing his hard cock, already throbbing and slick with precum. Her eyes locked onto his, burning with intent as she lowered her head, her breath scalding against his sensitive tip. Her tongue flicked out, savoring the salty bead of precum before dragging along the underside.

“Tell me about your first few days,” she purred, her voice vibrating against his shaft as she devoured him, sucking deep with a hungry pull that made his hips buck. Her lips stretched tight around his girth, her throat relaxing to take him all the way to the base. Her nose brushing his pubic hair as she gagged softly, saliva dripping down his balls.

Jed groaned, threading his fingers through her dark hair, guiding her rhythm as she bobbed with relentless intensity. Her tongue swirling in frenzied circles, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing with each pull.

“Intense,” he rasped, his voice raw. “The office is different. Meetings, reports, but this undercurrent.” Her humming sent shockwaves through him, her throat constricting around his cock. “Elise gave me the tour, and Sasha is trouble.”