Ashley leaned against the mahogany bar, her tailored suit hugging every curve as she locked eyes with Ryan, her sharpest rival. 'You really thought that pitch would steal my clients, Ryan? Cute, but I've seen better attempts from interns with coffee breath.'
Ryan chuckled, swirling his whiskey. 'Says the woman who plays dirty in boardrooms and out. Admit it, Ashley—you've been eyeing me since the keynote.'
' Eyeing? More like calculating how fast I could dismantle your ego,' she fired back, stepping closer, her voice a velvet blade. 'But if you're so confident, prove it. Buy me a drink and see if you can keep up.'
The banter crackled like electricity as they downed shots, trading barbs about mergers and midnight deals. 'You're all talk, Ashley,' Ryan teased. 'Bet you'd fold the second things get... physical.'
Ashley laughed, low and throaty, her hand brushing his thigh. 'Fold? Honey, I set the rules. And right now, I'm feeling horny as hell.' She grabbed his wrist, leading him to the elevator. 'My suite. Now.'
In the room, clothes hit the floor amid panting breaths. Ashley shoved Ryan onto the bed, straddling him with fierce grace. 'Look at that hard cock,' she purred, gripping it firmly. 'Dripping already? Pathetic and perfect.' She took him in her mouth for a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned.
'Fuck, Ashley,' he gasped, but she silenced him with a witty retort. 'Less talking, more earning it.' Her pussy was wet and dripping as she mounted him, riding hard, her ass slapping against his thighs. Sweat beaded on their skin; they came together in an explosive rush, cum mingling as she dominated every thrust, strong and unyielding.
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