Elena strode into the dimly lit lounge, her heels clicking like a challenge. She spotted Marcus at the bar, nursing a whiskey, his eyes already tracking her with that familiar spark. "Late again, or just making an entrance?" he quipped, sliding a drink her way. Elena smirked, leaning in close enough for her perfume to hit him. "Depends on whether you're worth the wait, or if you're still all talk." Their banter flowed sharp and quick, trading barbs about work rivals and past almost-moments, tension coiling tighter with every laugh. She brushed his arm "accidentally," feeling the heat. "You keep looking at me like that and I'll think you want more than conversation." Marcus grinned, voice low. "Maybe I do. Your move." They slipped to a private booth, dialogue turning heated as hands wandered. Clothes loosened amid witty exchanges about who was really in control. Soon Elena had him pinned against the wall, her strong grip guiding as she dropped to her knees for a slow, teasing blowjob, her tongue working his hard cock while he panted and groaned her name. She stood, pushing him down, straddling him with her wet pussy dripping onto him. "Don't hold back," she commanded, riding him hard, ass grinding as they both came in a sweating, panting rush, cum slick between them. They collapsed, hearts racing, the air thick with satisfaction. "Round one was fun," Elena whispered, already plotting more. "But next time, I pick the rules." That single tantalising closing line hinted at deeper games ahead across the chapters to come.
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