Chapter 1: The Penthouse Gambit
Victoria leaned against the marble bar, her tailored suit hugging every curve like a second skin. Across from her, Marcus, the sharp-tongued negotiator sent by her fiercest competitor, swirled his whiskey with a cocky grin. 'You really believe your merger proposal will fly, Victoria? It's as full of holes as your last quarterly report.'
She laughed, low and throaty, stepping closer. 'Holes? Darling, at least I don't pad my numbers like a desperate schoolboy begging for allowance. Tell me, does your boss know you're here playing errand boy, or is he too busy polishing his own ego?'
Marcus's eyes darkened, but he matched her step for step. 'Ego? At least mine isn't wrapped in silk and threats. Though I admit, the way you wield that tongue... it's making it hard to focus on business.'
The air thickened with tension as their witty barbs flew—each one a velvet dagger drawing them nearer. Victoria's fingers brushed his arm, feeling the heat. 'Focus? How adorable. But let's drop the pretense. You're horny, aren't you? I can see it in how you're sweating already.'
He pulled her in, their lips crashing in a fierce kiss. She shoved him against the wall, strong and unyielding, her hands roaming. 'My turn to lead,' she whispered, dropping to her knees. She freed his hard cock, wrapping her lips around it for a teasing blowjob that left him panting. 'God, your cock tastes like victory,' she murmured between strokes.
Marcus groaned, gripping her ass as she stood, pushing him to the couch. She straddled him, her pussy dripping wet with anticipation. 'Don't you dare hold back,' she commanded, guiding his hard length inside her. They moved together, her riding him with powerful thrusts, both sweating and panting as her wet folds clenched around him. He came hard, cum spilling as she followed, their bodies locked in explosive rhythm, dripping with satisfaction.
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