When overlooking the city from a skyscraper, Elena has never shone so brightly.
She stands before the floor-to-ceiling windows of Hawke Group, wearing a pure white silk blouse and pencil skirt, her hair coiled neatly, red lips like fire. Her fingertips brush against perfume samples, as if everything is under her control.
Outside the window, traffic surges, turning the streets into rivers of gold.
And she is no longer the woman who moaned uncontrollably in a man's arms.
She is waiting.
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"You've crashed my agenda." Damien's voice is cold yet sensual as he pushes open the office door, closes it, and fixes his gaze on her. "You know I don't like uninvited guests in my space."
She turns around, smiling—now a queen seated on a throne.
"This might also be the conference room for the perfume launch project I'm about to lead," she says flatly. "If we're to collaborate, the rules should be equal."
He laughs, but the cold light in his eyes is like an approaching storm. He steps closer, cornering her against the glass window as if reenacting the night of her submission.
But she raises her hand, pressing against his chest.
"Tonight, my rules apply."
She unbuttons her blouse, one after another, until her chest is slightly exposed, white skin teasingly visible. She isn't seeking pleasure but laying a trap—a countergame of seduction and control.
Damien's Adam's apple bobs; he clearly senses her shift.
"What are you playing at?"
Elena chuckles, rising on tiptoe to whisper in his ear: "Didn't you always say I like being watched? What if today, I'm the one making you take a risk?"
She shoves him into his CEO chair, straddles his lap, and presses tight against his chest.
"The office door isn't locked. Your assistant could walk in any moment," she murmurs, tracing his shirt buttons with a finger. "Will you reject me, Damien?"
He tries to speak, but she's already kissing him.
This time, she forces his mouth open, their tongues tangling, teasing, lips and teeth clashing.
She grinds against him. Though 隔着布料,she feels him harden.
Damien tries to grab her waist to take control, but she pins his wrists, bites his earlobe, and whispers: "You always make me submit. But I want to see you nailed by desire too."
She unzips his pants, stroking his erection with calculated rhythm. Her movements aren't those of a receiver but a deliberate regulator, like a sommelier judging the depth of an aged wine.
Damien's breaths grow ragged as he tries to dictate her actions, but she won't allow it. She pins his hands behind the chair, bites open his shirt collar, and runs her teeth over his collarbone.
"Didn't you always want to see me fall apart?"
She takes his nipple in her mouth, sucking gently, eyes clear. "Now tell me—who's more undone?"
Footsteps suddenly sound outside—strangers approaching.
Damien tenses, but Elena holds him down, guiding his heat into her. She clenches tightly, moving slowly, her voice a breathless whisper.
"She might come in," Damien grits out.
"Then bear it," she smiles, lips against his ear. "Just like you made me."
She rides him, nails digging into the sensitive spot at the base of his neck as his gasps grow 急促,sweat beading on his forehead. This is a new kind of shame—not for her, but for himself.
The visitor doesn't enter, just knocks and leaves.
Silence returns.
She speeds up, hips rising and falling, her interior clenching around his throbbing desire. Orgasm hits like an undercurrent, her moan so low only he can hear.
Just as he's about to lose control, she stops, pulls out, and stands to straighten her clothes.
He sits in the chair, unrelieved, his face twisted by her teasing.
She smooths her hair and skirt, picks up a folder from the desk, and says softly:
"This is the contract I drew up for you tonight.
Next time you want me, you'll sign first."
Before leaving, she looks back at him:
"This is my game now, Damien.
Now, it's your turn to be at my mercy."
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External Perspective · Manhattan Journalist Social Media Digest:
Exclusive from Business Times
Elena Ross, the new fragrance creative advisor for Hawke Group, made her official debut today, attending an internal meeting alongside CEO Damien Hawke. The two walked side by side in an intimate atmosphere, sparking rumors of a public romance. Insiders reveal Damien did not leave his office after the meeting…
Children only see the intersection of power and fame, never knowing that those behind the high-rise glass play a game far more dangerous, intimate, and 失控.