Snow lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Ellie Woods' Manhattan penthouse, the city lights blurring into a cold haze as she and her cousin Aiden Clark faced off over the Gotham Corp boardroom table—now relocated to her living room for their private strategy session. At twenty-five, both heirs to the family empire, they were locked in a fierce rivalry for chairman, their shared birthday looming like a deadline. "You really think that merger pitch will win you the vote, Aiden?" Ellie smirked, her sharp green eyes flashing as she poured two whiskeys. "I've seen your numbers; they're as shaky as your poker face." Aiden leaned back, his tailored suit doing little to hide the tension in his frame. "And yours are flawless, cousin? Or just another family gathering where you trip over your own ambition—and my lap?" Their banter crackled with years of unspoken heat, the kind that started when they were sixteen and never faded.
Ellie had endured an abusive ex for too long, and Aiden had been there through it all this past year—comforting her with late-night calls, steady support at board meetings, slowly chipping away at her walls with that infuriating charm. "You've been playing the long game, haven't you?" she said, stepping closer, her voice low and teasing. "Comforting the rival until she's too horny to fight back?" Aiden's gaze darkened. "Only if the rival admits she's been wet for me since that accidental shove at the gala. My cock's been hard for you ever since." Ellie laughed, strong and unyielding, but her hand brushed his thigh. "Prove it, or shut up and let me run this company."
The air thickened as Aiden pulled her into a kiss, fierce and mutual, Ellie's fingers digging into his shoulders without submission. Clothes hit the floor amid panting breaths, her bubble ass pressing against his growing hardness. "This stays between us," she whispered, guiding him to the couch. "Taboo or not, I'm in charge." Aiden's cock sprang free, thick and ready, as he bent her over. He thrust into her dripping pussy first, filling her with slow, deliberate strokes that made her moan and push back. "God, you're so wet—dripping for your cousin's cock," he grunted. Ellie shot back, "And you're sweating like you've been waiting a decade. Harder, or I'll take the chairman seat myself."
Switching positions, she straddled him, riding with fierce rhythm until her pussy clenched around him. Then, with a wicked grin, she turned, offering her ass. Aiden eased into her tight hole, both of them panting as he stretched her, his fingers working her clit. "Fuck, your ass feels perfect—horny little rival," he said. Ellie arched, strong and demanding, "Don't stop till I come." They switched again; she dropped to her knees for a blowjob, taking his cock deep while he groaned, her tongue swirling until he came hard in her mouth. She swallowed every drop of cum, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk.
Collapsing in a sweaty tangle, they confessed the pull that had lingered since sixteen—the secret glances, the forbidden thrills—promising to keep their affair hidden while they battled for the chair. "This changes everything," Ellie murmured, tracing his chest. Aiden kissed her forehead. "Only if we let it."
But as the snow fell heavier outside, their bodies already stirred for round two, the rivalry far from over.
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