Emma strode into the downtown loft with the confidence of a woman who'd just nailed a major pitch, her eyes locking onto Ryan as he leaned against the kitchen island. "You look like trouble tonight," she teased, setting her briefcase down. "And I could use a little trouble after that meeting."
Ryan chuckled, loosening his tie. "Only if you can handle it, Emma. I've seen how you negotiate—always in control." She stepped closer, her hand brushing his belt. "Control is overrated. Show me what you've got." With a bold tug, his pants dropped, revealing his hard cock for the first time. Emma felt a rush of heat; she was already horny, her pussy growing wet and dripping at the sight.
"Not bad," she quipped, dropping to her knees with a wicked grin. "But let's see if it lives up to the hype." She wrapped her lips around him, starting the blowjob with expert rhythm while gripping his ass firmly, pulling him deeper. Ryan groaned, but Emma pulled back just enough to say, "Don't get ideas—I'm setting the pace here."
The air thickened with desire as she worked him, her tongue teasing while her fingers dug into his ass. Both soon found themselves sweating and panting, the loft's cool air doing little to cool their rising heat. "God, Emma, you're incredible," Ryan managed between breaths.
She hummed in response, intensifying the blowjob until Ryan's body tensed. With a final thrust, he came hard, releasing his cum as she swallowed with a satisfied smirk. They collapsed against the counter, still panting, bodies slick with sweat.
Emma stood, adjusting her blouse with that same commanding air. "Round one was fun, but the night's young—and I've got plans for more than just this loft."
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