Beads of condensation drip down her cocktail glass.

She takes a sip and gazes at me steadily from across the table. We've each had a couple of drinks now, and I'd say things are starting to loosen up.

Jenna still seems hell-bent on finding out the secret of my technology, but I'm not gonna reveal one single thing to her until she gives up to me what I want.

"Don't you think all this shop talk is boring?" I ask her.

"It's never boring to me. Braden, don't you understand? I live for this stuff."

"Yeah, I know you do, Jenna. You're my main competition, after all."

“You think we're in competition?" she asks, and I'm not sure if she's referring to our professional or private lives.

"Of course, but it doesn't have to be that way. You could just give in to me, Jenna. Come over to my side and see how things are," I say to her provocatively.

The air is heated between us, and you could cut the tension with a knife. Our connection is palpable. My cock has been throbbing so hard against my pants for the last hour that I can hardly take it anymore.

I get up and beckon Jenna to follow me. I hold her hand behind my back and pull her through the lounge and back towards the powder room.

I know the owners. They won't mind. I've never done it in here, but there's a first time for everything.

I've never been with a woman here that I couldn't wait to bed. The idea of making it all the way downtown to my penthouse is too much. I have to have Jenna here, tonight.

"No, Braden, we can't. It's a public place," she says, as though that will fucking faze me.

Doesn't she know me at all by now? I live to break the rules. I own the streets of New York City. Who else can say that?

"I'm a rule breaker, Jenna. You should come to understand that."

I pull her into the ladies’ powder room that has several plush seating benches available. It's a high-end club and this room reflects that.

There's an attendant inside and I tip her $500 to leave us alone. She takes the money without a word and locks the door behind her. Privacy at fucking last.

"Do you pay off everyone you meet?" Jenna says to me.

The question heats my blood. How dare she question me? I have this need, this desire to overshadow her. And it’s only getting stronger every time she resists me.

I've never met such a strong woman, and I plan to subjugate her to my every craving.

I motion for her to sit on the velvet bench, and to my surprise, she does so immediately. It's these small gestures that give away her stance. I know she wants me. I know she wants me just as badly as I thirst for her.

She's seated, and I immediately go to my knees, spread her legs, and push up her silky black dress, my head torturously close to her pussy.

Once there, I'm able to sense her wetness, and I know she's been playing coy this entire fucking time. I smile. She's been wanting me all night, just as much as I’ve been wanting her. And yet she's been trying to play it off like she's above me, high up on another fucking level with her morality.

Her panties are soaking wet just from our verbal foreplay. This gets me so wound tight, like a spring that’s ready to spring free. Just like my cock. I kiss up along her thighs and all over the moist laciness of the scrap of fabric that's covering her slit.

Even through her panties I can taste her juices. So sweet and salty. I caress her thighs lovingly before pulling her panties off with my teeth.

I slide my finger up and down her lips, teasing her thoroughly before I make contact with her clit.

I finger it before circling it with my tongue. I feel her body tighten beneath my hands, and she moans out in pleasure despite any misgivings she might have had earlier.

I can tell she's trying to hold back, but her body just isn't listening to her. She'll be mine soon. I made her come the other night and I plan on doing it again.

I circle her clit with my tongue and then flick her pussy lips open.

I breathe hot air around her sensitive spot, trying to emulate the warmth that I know is rising within her.

Her fingers tangle in my hair and she's pulling hard. She lifts her legs onto my shoulders and squeezes my head like she's a goddamn wrestler, and a good one at that.

I take this all as a good sign. The fact that her body is starting to spasm is a very fucking good sign.

Just when I’m sure she's on the brink of her climax, I penetrate her with my fingers. I stimulate her G-spot and it takes just a couple seconds to make her come.

She stifles a moan and I know she's trying not to act too eager, but I can tell by the way her knees tighten around my head that she's absolutely aching for it.

Her body convulses a couple times and I know I've done it. I’ve brought her to total ecstasy and now I can begin the real work of finding mine.

"Fuck, Braden, that was so—"

"Intense," I finish the statement for her.

"Yes,” she breathes, “It was intense."

I rise up and stand in front of her so that she has access to my perfect, aching cock.

I've been dying to do this all night—really, for as long as I've known who Jenna is. I want to see those sweet lips wrapped around my thick cock and I want her to pine for it.

This is the moment of the big reveal. I'll know by how hard she sucks it exactly how much she wants me. She'll aim to please me, this I know. That's just the kind of girl Jenna is, high standards, always wanting to prove herself, even in bed.

Her hungry eyes meet mine and I unzip my pants, more than ready for what happens next.