Cela adjusted her gown in the mirror of the grand ballroom, her eyes locked on Jianyu across the room. His charcoal suit hugged every line of his frame, the crisp white shirt open just enough at the collar to hint at the heat beneath. All evening, that suit had driven her wild, the way it accentuated his shoulders and the confident stride that made heads turn.
"You look like you're plotting something dangerous," Jianyu murmured as he joined her, champagne in hand. His voice was low, teasing. "Or is it the suit again?"
Cela smirked, stepping closer. "Dangerous? Hardly. But that suit is a crime against my self-control. Every time you lean in to charm those investors, I imagine peeling it off. Slowly."
He chuckled, eyes sparkling. "Witty as ever. But we're at my work gala. Behave, or you'll have me hard right here."
"Behave? Where's the fun in that?" she shot back, her fingers brushing his sleeve. "That fabric screams power, and I'm feeling very... hungry for it."
The tension simmered through speeches and dances, her glances sharp and full of promise. By the time they slipped into the waiting limo, Cela's pulse raced with anticipation. The door clicked shut, and she didn't hesitate.
She slid to the floor between his knees, reaching for his zipper with a wicked grin. "That suit made me horny all night. Time to do something about it."
Jianyu's breath hitched as she freed his cock, already hard and throbbing. "Cela, the driver—"
"Let him hear," she said, stroking him firmly. "You wore this to tease me. Now take it."
She took him deep, rough and eager, her mouth working his length with wet, dripping intensity. He groaned, fingers in her hair. "Fuck, your mouth feels incredible. So wet and hot."
Cela pulled back just enough to pant, "Your cock tastes like victory. All that charm at the gala, and now you're mine." She bobbed harder, gagging slightly but pushing deeper, her ass shifting as she grew wetter herself.
Jianyu panted, sweating under the suit. "You're not submissive tonight, are you? Commanding me like this."
"Never am," she replied, licking along his shaft. "Blowjob or not, I'm in charge. Cum for me."
He came with a shudder, cum spilling into her mouth as she swallowed greedily, pussy dripping with her own arousal. They caught their breath, the limo humming onward.
But the night held more secrets yet to unfold.
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