Sealed with Her Mouth

The Invitation's Edge

The office was dead, the kind of late-night silence that made every click of a keyboard sound like someone jerking off in church. Ethan’s cubicle was the last pathetic holdout, lit up by the ugly glare of fluorescent lights that made his stack of coffee-stained printouts and empty cups look even more depressing. The screen in front of him glowed with Lucas’s latest email—three lines, no bullshit, no warmth, just: Still reviewing. Need more convincing. Lucas was the kind of bastard who could toss a million dollars at you or walk away without even a twitch.

Ethan raked his hands through his hair, pulling until his scalp burned, like he could yank out the failure by the roots. His heart thudded in his ears, each beat a reminder that he’d fucked up. He could still hear his own voice cracking in that last meeting, Lucas barely pretending to listen, scrolling his phone while Ethan tried to sell his soul. He’d practiced that pitch so many times in the bathroom mirror that even his own reflection looked like it wanted to slap him.

The phone on his desk buzzed. Xenia’s name lit the screen.

He answered before the second ring.

“Hey, baby.” Her voice came low, smoky, the way it got when she was already half-undressed and thinking about him. “You still chained to that desk?”

Ethan exhaled through his nose. “Yeah. Lucas ghosted the follow-up. Again.”

A soft tsk on the other end. “Poor thing. Sounds like you need me to come over and remind you there are things worth winning.”

Her words hit him right in the balls. He pictured her sprawled out on their couch, long legs bare, hair a mess, wearing nothing but his old T-shirt that barely covered her ass. The image was so vivid his cock twitched, straining against his pants like it was trying to embarrass him on purpose.

“I’m okay,” he lied. “Just… trying to figure out the next move.”

“You always say that.” A pause, then her tone dipped darker, teasing. “I could be there in twenty minutes. I could get on my knees under that desk and make you forget all about Lucas for a little while.”

Ethan’s throat worked. He glanced toward the empty hallway, half expecting someone to appear. “Xenia…”

“What? You’d rather sit there stewing in your own failure than let your girlfriend suck the tension out of you?” She laughed, soft and filthy. “Come on. Let me help.”

Before he could answer, the door at the far end of the floor banged open.

Aiden strode in like he owned the building after midnight. Blond hair slicked back, sleeves rolled to the elbows, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. He smelled like expensive cologne and victory even when he’d done nothing to earn it. He stopped at Ethan’s cubicle, leaned one hip against the partition, and grinned.

“Still crying over Lucas?” Aiden asked, loud enough to carry.

Ethan muted the phone instinctively. “Jesus, Aiden. What are you doing here?”

“Checking on my favorite charity case.” Aiden’s hazel eyes flicked to the screen, then back to Ethan’s face. “You look like shit, man. When’s the last time you slept?”

“Fuck off.”

Aiden chuckled. “Touchy. That’s good. Means you still care.” He dragged a spare chair over, straddling it backward so he could rest his forearms on the backrest. “I’ve got an idea.”

Ethan’s stomach tightened. Aiden’s ideas were never harmless.

“I’m listening,” he said anyway.

“You’re not closing this deal because you’re too nice. Too safe. Too… Ethan.” Aiden’s mouth curled. “You need someone who knows how to play dirty. Someone who can make Lucas feel like he’s getting the better end of every exchange.”

“I’m not changing my pitch again.”

“I’m not talking about the pitch.” Aiden leaned closer. His voice dropped. “I’m talking about your girlfriend.”

Ethan’s guts twisted, cold shame and hot humiliation crashing together in his stomach.

Aiden kept going, unperturbed. “Xenia. She’s fucking gorgeous. Smart. Charismatic as hell. Put her in the room with Lucas, in something tight and low-cut, and watch how fast he stops looking at his phone. She could have him eating out of her hand in ten minutes. And you know what? He’d sign just to keep her smiling at him.”

“That’s not how this works,” Ethan said, but the words came out thin.

“Sure it is.” Aiden’s grin sharpened. “It’s exactly how it works. You bring the numbers. She brings the heat. You get the commission. She gets to have some fun playing the closer you wish you were. Win-win.”

Ethan’s jaw clenched so hard his molars ached. “She’s not a prop.”

“Didn’t say she was. Said she’s better at this than you are.” Aiden tilted his head. “Unless you’re scared she’ll out-sell you. Then yeah, maybe keep her home. Protect your fragile little ego.”

Aiden’s words slapped him across the face, and Ethan could feel the shame burning up his neck. The worst part was, he knew Aiden was right, and that made it sting even more.

On the muted phone, Xenia’s breathing was still there, patient, listening.

Aiden stood, stretched, then dropped his voice again. “Think about it. Dinner. Friday. Lucas, me, you… and Xenia. We wine him, we charm him, she closes him. I’ll even let you take credit when the ink dries.” He paused, eyes glinting. “Or you can keep losing on your own. Your call.”

He turned and walked out without waiting for an answer, leaving the scent of his cologne hanging in the air like a dare.

Ethan stared at the empty doorway for a long moment. Then he unmuted the phone.

“Xenia?”

Her voice came back instantly, amused. “I heard everything.”

Of course she had.

“And?” he asked, throat dry.

A long, considering silence. Then: “Tell Aiden yes. I’ll be there.”

Ethan’s heart slammed against his ribs. “You sure?”

“I’m sure I want to watch you squirm when I do it better than you ever could.” Her tone turned molten. “And I’m sure I want to see how hard you get when I prove it.”

He swallowed, feeling his cock already stiffening against his zipper, the pathetic thing eager for more humiliation.

“Friday,” she murmured. “Wear the navy suit. The one that makes your ass look good. I want Lucas to see what I’m choosing to keep at home while I play.”

The line clicked off.

Ethan sat there under the harsh lights, heart pounding, hands sweaty, the filthy thrill of what he’d just agreed to sinking into his bones like a shot of something dirty and addictive.

He should have felt angry. Protective. Jealous.

Instead he felt something darker, hungrier.

And when he finally stood to leave, the ache between his legs told him he was already lost.

Later that night, Xenia would prove it.

She showed up at his apartment forty minutes later, hair wild, lips painted the color of a fresh hickey, wearing a silk slip that hugged her tits and ass like it was painted on. She didn’t bother with words. She shoved him against the wall, dropped to her knees, and looked up at him with a smirk that said she knew exactly how desperate he was.

Her mouth was hot, wet, and greedy. She sucked him slow, dragging it out, making sure he felt every swirl of her tongue, every humiliating twitch of his hips. When he groaned her name, she popped off his cock and stared up at him, eyes glittering with mischief and a little bit of cruelty.

“This is just a preview,” she whispered, lips glossy, voice thick. “Friday I’m going to make Lucas want me so bad he signs whatever I put in front of him. And you’re going to sit there and watch me do it. You’re going to watch me be better than you. And when it’s over, when the deal is done and he’s still hard for me, you’re going to thank me for it.”

She swallowed his cock again, deeper this time, and Ethan’s head smacked back against the wall, his whole body shuddering like he was about to fall apart.

He came with a pathetic, broken moan, hips jerking helplessly, shame and filthy lust tangling up until he couldn’t tell if he wanted to cry or beg for more.

When she finally stood, wiping the corner of her mouth with one elegant finger, she smiled.

“Friday,” she said again. “Don’t be late.”

She strutted past him to the bedroom, leaving him slumped against the wall, panting, cock still twitching like it hadn’t had enough, his brain already spinning with filthy images of the dinner he was terrified to want so badly.

His phone lit up on the kitchen counter. A new message from Aiden, cc’d to Lucas.

Subject: Friday Dinner – Client Appreciation

Body: Looking forward to it. Bringing a special guest who’s very persuasive. See you at 7.

Ethan stared at the screen until it went dark.

Then he picked up his keys.

He needed to buy a new tie.

Something tight enough to choke him, just to remind him exactly who owned his balls now.