Billionaire Cashback System: I Can't Go Broke!-Chapter 24: Mischievous **

Sophie kissed him like she’d been waiting for the exact second the conversation ended.

A kiss that said she’d been thinking about this the whole time she was pretending to be all business with her folder and her laptop.

Her mouth opened against his, tongue sliding in warm and sure, and her hips started moving – slow, deliberate rolls that pressed her right against the front of his sweatpants.

Ryan could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric, the way her body rocked like she already knew exactly how this was going to go.

He groaned into her mouth. She grinned against his lips, hips circling again, and yeah – his dick was already thickening, pushing up hard against her.

Sophie pulled back just enough to look at him, that same devious little smile from earlier still playing on her face.

Her hand slipped down between them, fingers hooking into the waistband of his sweats. One tug and they slid down his hips.

His cock sprang out, heavy and already fully hard, slapping against his stomach with a soft sound that made her eyes darken.

"Oh," Ryan breathed, half laugh, half curse.

She didn’t waste time. She slid off his lap and onto her knees right there on the kitchen floor, the morning light from the window catching on her hair as she wrapped her hand around him.

First stroke, slow and firm from base to tip. Then she leaned in, tongue flicking out to lick just the head – once, twice, teasing the slit until his thighs tensed under her forearms.

She looked up at him, lips parted, and took him in.

Not all at once. She started slow, mouth warm and wet, sliding down inch by inch until she had most of him, then pulling back with a soft suck that made his head fall back against the counter.

Her hand worked the part she couldn’t fit, twisting gently on every upstroke while her tongue swirled around the head on every down.

She found a rhythm that was pure torture – steady, unhurried, like she had all morning and planned to use every second of it.

Ryan’s hand found her hair. "Fuck, Sophie..."

She hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight up his spine. Her head bobbed a little faster now, cheeks hollowing, lips shiny and stretched.

Every time she took him deep her throat fluttered around the head and her hand sped up, slick and perfect.

She pulled off for a second just to let spit drip, then dove back down, messier, hotter, the wet sounds filling the quiet kitchen. Ryan’s abs were tight, breathing shallow, trying not to lose it already.

Then his phone started ringing. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

It was still in the pocket of the sweats tangled around his ankles. Sophie didn’t stop at first – she just reached down with one hand, fished it out, and glanced at the screen while her mouth was still full of him.

She pulled off with a wet pop, lips glossy, and turned the phone so he could see.

Zara.

Ryan’s brain short-circuited for half a second. "Hang up," he said, voice rough. "Hang up right now."

Sophie’s smile went wicked. She didn’t hang up. She swiped to answer and pressed the phone into his hand like she was handing him a live grenade.

"Shit," he muttered, lifting it to his ear.

Zara’s voice came through, bright and morning-soft. "Morning, Ryan."

He tried to sound normal. Failed. "Morning, Zara. I, uh... hope you didn’t catch a cold from the rain last night."

Sophie chose that exact moment to wrap her lips around him again and sink all the way down in one smooth motion.

Ryan’s free hand slammed onto the counter. "No, no. I’m fine, don’t worry," Zara said, completely oblivious.

He could feel Sophie’s tongue working the underside, her hand stroking the base in tight little twists while she sucked him deep and steady.

Every time she bobbed her head her hair brushed his thighs and her throat tightened around him. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning out loud.

"That’s... that’s good to hear," he managed.

Sophie sped up. Not a lot – just enough to be cruel. Wet, filthy sounds barely muffled by her mouth. She was looking up at him the whole time, eyes sparkling with pure mischief, cheeks hollow every time she took him to the back of her throat.

"So... wh-what’s up?" Ryan asked, voice cracking on the last word.

Zara laughed softly. "The coat you got me – your friend dropped it off at your apartment."

"Oh yeah – yeah, I noticed when I got back home." Sophie swirled her tongue around the head, then plunged back down, taking him so deep her nose brushed his stomach. Ryan’s knees actually wobbled. "Just text me whenever and I can come drop it off for you."

"That’d be great, thanks."

Sophie’s hand joined in again, stroking fast and slick while her mouth worked the top half, sucking hard enough that his vision blurred at the edges.

He could hear Zara still talking but it was getting harder and harder to focus. The wet heat, the steady rhythm, the way Sophie kept eye contact like she was daring him to stay coherent – it was fucking evil.

"Y-yeah," he rasped.

"Are you okay?" Zara asked, concern creeping in. "You sound a little off."

Sophie pulled back just long enough to lick a long stripe up the underside, then swallowed him again, humming like she was enjoying a fucking popsicle.

"Just a bit of a cold," Ryan lied, teeth clenched. "I’m good."

"Oh, alright. I’ll text you then. Bye."

The call ended.

Ryan dropped the phone onto the counter like it burned him. Sophie pulled off slowly, lips dragging along his length until the head popped free.

She looked up at him, satisfied little smirk on her shiny mouth, a thin string of spit connecting her bottom lip to his cock for half a second before it broke.

"You’re quite mischievous, aren’t you?" he said, voice wrecked.

Sophie wiped the corner of her mouth with one finger and licked it clean. "Sorry, boss. I couldn’t resist."

Ryan didn’t give her time to say anything else.

He grabbed her under the arms, pulled her up off the floor, and spun her around so fast she let out a surprised laugh.

He bent her forward over the kitchen counter, her chest pressed to the cool granite, ass up and jeans still on.

His hands were already working her zipper.

"Well," he said, voice low and rough as he shoved her jeans and panties down her thighs in one motion, "here come the consequences."