The city lights flickered outside the glass walls of the 40th-floor conference room as Emma and Jake lingered over the last spreadsheets. It was past midnight, and the rest of the team had bailed hours ago. Emma's gaze kept drifting from the numbers to Jake's lap, where his hard cock strained noticeably against his slacks. She felt her pussy getting wet and dripping with every stolen glance.
"Jake, if your focus is half as stiff as that presentation you just gave, we might actually close this deal," Emma quipped, leaning back in her chair with a smirk. Her voice was low and teasing, strong and unapologetic. Jake chuckled, adjusting his tie. "Careful, Emma. Keep staring like that and I'll think you're more interested in the assets than the assets."
She stood, circling the table with deliberate steps, her heels clicking. "Maybe I am. Your cock's been the only thing holding my attention since nine o'clock. What do you say we skip the small talk and get to the real negotiation?" Jake's eyes darkened, but he matched her wit. "Bold move. You always this direct when you're horny, or is the overtime pay getting to you?"
Emma didn't wait for an answer. She dropped to her knees right there on the carpet, her ass exposed as her skirt rode up, and freed his hard cock with confident hands. She took him into her mouth for a blowjob, swirling her tongue while he gripped the table edge. Both began sweating and panting heavily as the tension snapped.
"Fuck, Emma, you're not playing fair," Jake groaned, his hips twitching. She pulled back just enough to retort, "Fair's for losers. Now shut up and enjoy the perks of staying late." Her pussy throbbed, wet and dripping, as she worked him deeper, her ass arched invitingly.
The pace quickened, their breathing ragged, bodies glistening with sweat. Jake's hands tangled in her hair but she set the rhythm, strong and in control. He came intensely, his cum exploding down her throat as Emma's body trembled with her own building release.
She rose smoothly, wiping her lips with a satisfied grin, already plotting their next late-night session. "Round one's mine, but don't think this meeting's adjourned yet."
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