The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as KD leaned against the copier, tie loosened after another endless deadline. Ivy, his sharp-tongued rival from marketing, slammed her laptop shut with a smirk. "Another all-nighter, KD? Or are you just avoiding that sad apartment of yours?" she teased, her eyes flashing with challenge. KD chuckled, firing back, "Says the woman who color-codes her spreadsheets like they're going to propose. What's the matter, Ivy—afraid a little spontaneity might ruin your perfect record?"
Ivy stepped closer, her heels clicking on the tile, radiating confidence that made the air thicken. "Spontaneity? Please. I bet your idea of wild is forgetting to file expenses on time. But you do have that cocky grin—makes me wonder what's really hard under that button-down." Their banter crackled, witty jabs turning into lingering glances as KD admitted, "Horny doesn't even cover it after staring at your ass in those skirts all week." Ivy laughed, bold and unyielding. "Then stop staring and do something about it, or I'll assume you're all talk."
Tension snapped when Ivy grabbed his collar, pulling him into a fierce kiss that tasted of coffee and pent-up want. Hands roamed, clothes shedding in the empty office as they tumbled onto the conference table. KD's fingers traced her curves while Ivy whispered, "Make me wet, but don't think you're in charge." She pushed him back, straddling his lap, her pussy already dripping with anticipation as she ground against his hardening cock.
"Blowjob first," Ivy demanded with a wicked grin, sliding down to free his throbbing length. She took him deep, tongue swirling expertly while KD groaned, panting, "Fuck, Ivy, your mouth is lethal." She worked him until he was rock-hard and glistening, then stood, bending over the table. "Now lick my ass—show me you're worth the overtime." KD knelt eagerly, tongue exploring her tight rim as she moaned, strong thighs flexing, controlling the rhythm.
Sweating and panting, they switched positions, Ivy riding him reverse, her ass bouncing as his cock plunged into her soaked pussy. "Deeper, don't hold back," she commanded, witty as ever between gasps. "Bet you came here thinking you'd win this game—joke's on you." KD thrust harder, fingers teasing her clit until she came hard, walls clenching, cum dripping down his shaft. He followed moments later, spilling inside with a guttural moan.
They collapsed in a tangle, bodies slick and satisfied, yet the spark lingered. Ivy dressed with a sly smile, leaving KD wondering how far this office affair would burn.
But as she paused at the door, her final glance promised the real games were only beginning.
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