Timing is Everything

Elena strode into the empty conference room at exactly 11:47 p.m., her heels clicking like a challenge. Marcus was already there, leaning against the table with that infuriating smirk. "Late again, or just fashionably calculating?" she quipped, tossing her jacket aside. He laughed, sharp and low. "Please. I timed it to the second so you'd have to admit you wanted this as badly as I do." Their eyes locked, tension crackling as she stepped closer, her fingers tracing his tie. "Cocky as ever. But let's see if your timing holds up when things get hard."

She pushed him back onto the table, strong hands unbuttoning his shirt while his witty retort died in a groan. "Horny much?" he teased, but Elena silenced him with a fierce kiss, her body pressing close. Clothes hit the floor in a rush—her blouse, his pants—revealing how ready they both were. He gripped her ass, pulling her against his hard cock, but she took charge, dropping to her knees for a slick blowjob that left him panting. "Fuck, Elena, you're dripping already," he muttered between breaths, watching her wet pussy glisten as she stood and straddled him.

Timing everything perfectly, she sank down onto him in one smooth motion, riding with powerful thrusts that made them both sweat. "Don't you dare come early," she warned with a grin, her voice laced with wit. "I set this up for maximum payoff." Marcus thrust up to meet her, hands roaming, until the rhythm built to a frenzy—her pussy clenching, his cock throbbing. They came together in a rush of cum and gasps, bodies slick and spent on the table.

Elena slid off with a satisfied smirk, already reaching for her clothes. "Round one was flawless. But the real game starts tomorrow night—same time, different stakes." She winked, leaving him wondering how much hotter the next chapter could burn.