Elena leaned against the boardroom table, her sharp gaze pinning Marcus as the last colleague slipped out. "You argued like you wanted to win, but your eyes said you wanted something else entirely," she said, voice laced with challenge.
Marcus smirked, closing the distance. "And you debated like you hated losing, yet here you are, still circling me. Careful, Elena, or I'll think you're the one who's horny."
She stepped closer, lips brushing his ear. "I want to be able to taste your teeth on my lips as you bite harder." Their mouths crashed together in a fierce kiss, her teeth claiming his lower lip as her hand slid down to grip his hard cock through his pants.
"Witty as ever," he panted, but she pushed him back into a chair, dropping to her knees for a teasing blowjob that left him groaning. Elena rose, shedding clothes with confident grace, her wet pussy already dripping as she straddled him.
She guided his cock into her, riding hard while his hands gripped her ass. "Don't hold back," she demanded between thrusts, their bodies sweating and panting. He flipped her onto the table, pounding deeper until she came with a cry, her juices dripping down his thighs.
Marcus followed, spilling hot cum inside her as they collapsed in a tangle of limbs. "Round one was just the warm-up," Elena whispered, already plotting their next clash.
But the boardroom door had barely clicked shut before their rivalry promised far more dangerous games ahead.
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