“Are you fucking serious?” My office door slams open with Tess standing in the doorframe.

She’s furious, and if it wasn’t for the concerned look on Miranda’s face, I would just laugh it off.

“Hello to you too, Ms. Armstrong. Can I help you with something?” I smile politely and slide out of my chair, walking around my desk. I fold my arms and lean on the hardwood top, facing her.

“Don’t be all smug with me. I know what you did,” Tess stomps forward, her eyes wide and face flaming red.

“Miranda, it’s fine. I’ll take it from here,” I wave my assistant off and she nods, closing the door behind Tess. “Now, tell me. What did I do to make you so upset?” I say in a condescending tone and I deliberate plaster on an arrogant smile.

I know what I did, and I know why she’s mad, but I’m not ashamed or feel one ounce of guilt. She had this fucking coming, especially after what she did to me.

Tit for tat, baby.

“Fuck, you’re so infuriating. You were behind the cyber-attack, weren’t you? You hacked into my computer system and gathered intel on me and…and took my designs,” she yells, crossing her arms in defense.

But all I care about is how it lifts her tits up, giving me a perfect view of her cleavage.

She is fucking hot when she’s mad. I mean, she’s gorgeous all the time, but now, when she’s wanting to rip me to shreds, she’s on fire. All I want to do is grab her by the waist, bend her in front of me and pound into her, making her scream at a higher octave.

My dick hardens as she closes the distance between us.

“Why would you accuse me of such a horrid act?” I pretend act as if I’m offended. “Though I’m not denying my part in your cyber-attack,” I admit, confusingly. What’s the point of lying? She already knows.

“Do you know how unethical that is? To hack my computer and steal all my data? No, that’s not just unethical, that’s illegal,” she spits out.

I move closer to her, feeling her fumes heating me.

“Really, Tess? I thought it’s just as ethical as spying,” I narrow my eyes and scan over her body. Her muscles tense, briefly and I see her fist clench, but her face remains stoic, showing no signs emotion. It’s damn impressive.

“Do these look familiar to you?” I twist around, pointing to the camera on my bookcase. It’s pointed directly at my desk and when I turn it on, the lens zoom in and out. “Cameras that were sending direct feeds to your servers. You better be careful doing that, baby. Or else someone could use the signal and trace it back and know exactly which servers to hack into and destroy. Might want to watch out for that next time.”

Her eyes widen in shock, darting from the camera back to me. But she recovers quickly placing her hands on her hips and lifting her chin up at me.

God, I want to rip that tight dress off her and show her who’s really the mastermind here.

“My camera or not, what you did and I did are not the same,” she insists.

“Right. Okay. If you want to play coy, then so be it, but I think we both know how dirty we’re willing to go here,” I turn back to her, placing myself before her like a fucking marble statue.

Truth be told, the dimensions are not that far off. I can easily pose as a model for one.

Her eyes roll over me, assessing my next move, but I stand there, motionless, giving nothing away.

“Dirty, who says I play dirty? You apparently don’t like it when a woman comes out on top…and beats you,” she mimics my stance, broadening her shoulders and widening her legs. I have to admit, she does it quite well, even though I’m not surprised in the slightest.

This woman knows how to play with the big dogs. Hell, she is one of them.

“I love when a women’s on top, when I want her to be. Don’t ever confuse that. But also, don’t be surprised when your competitor starts to play the same game you are,” I take a step closer, we’re now inches away. She smells of vanilla, honey, and a hint of spice, making her all the more appetizing. I am so fucking hard right now.

I continue. “I aim to win, and I will do just about anything to win.”

“So will I,” she sneers, keeping her eyes locked on my mine. “I do whatever it takes to win.”

We stand in silence, steam rising from our fierce, sharp glares.

A few moments pass, but I know exactly what I need to when I see a hint of lust and anger swirling in her eyes.

She opens her mouth to say something, but I shut it for her, crashing my lips into hers. She falls into me, letting me take her in my arms. Her hands caress my chest and I squeeze her ass, eliciting a soft moan from her.

Checkmate, Tess.

She moves her hand down to my chest and pushes me away abruptly, shaking her head.

“That’s what you call kissing?” she coos, and jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Fuck,” I groan, grabbing her ass and swiveling her around to my desk.

She kisses me, forcefully, tugging harder at my hair. Her tongue intertwines with mine, allowing me to taste her sweetness. Fuck, I could fucking live off this.

She grinds her hips, rubbing herself against my cock, stroking it over my pants. I thrust back against her, feeling her body jerk.

Jesus Christ.

She claws at my scalp, tilting my head up to hers. “Is that all you got?” She heaves, her tits nearly hitting my chin with each forced bounce.

“Baby, I’m just getting started,” I pull my head out of her hold and release one of my hands, pulling the hem of her top down to release her nipple.

I suck it into my mouth, grazing it with my tongue.

“Ahh,” she moans, tilting her head back.

She bucks her hips against me, trying to push me away and distract me.

Nope. She’ll have to learn the way not to question me or my skills.

I throw everything off the desk and lay her on it, pushing up her skirt up. Ripping her soaked panties, I throw it to side.

“Austin!” She shrieks, grabbing my tie to pull her up into a seated position.

She loosens the knot, dragging it over my head, and tears my shirt open, flinging the buttons onto the floor. Running her hands down my chest, she hums to herself and purses her lips at me.

“Looks like you really do need to improve your durability,” she chuckles but her gaze shocks me to my fucking core, it has me panting.

But I’m not letting her take control. Again. We’re proving something to each other. And, it’s me who will dominant her this time.

I place my hand behind her knee, sliding her forward and she falls on her back, letting out a quiet squeal. A cocky smile forms on her lips and she places a heel on my shoulder, piercing the skin with its sharpness.

I seethe at the pain but thrive off the feeling.

I lick from the instep of her foot down to her inner thigh, stopping right before I reach her swollen clit, leaving her reeling.

“Never underestimate my strength and ability to control,” I hang her foot over my shoulder, positioning her pussy right in front of me. “I’ll always be more sturdy than your pink velvet.”

I free my cock from my pants and rubbing its head against her folds. She sighs and releases a soft chuckle before I slam into her.

“Oh my God!” Her body jolts forward.

“Take it, baby. You know want me,” I grind my teeth together, feeling the tightness of her wet pussy swallowing me.

It feels so fucking good. I have to tense my muscles to stop from cumming right then and there.

I’m not usually a minute-man, baby. But with her, it’s different. I don’t know what it is with this chick, but she fucking riles me up in mere seconds.

“Harder,” she lifts her hips up.

I thrust deeper into her, probing the depths of her fucking pussy, where I’m sure no man’s gone before.

But, she stops me, kicking my chest back, and pushing me on my heels.

She stands up and stalks towards me, shoving me down onto my leather sofa. Straddling me, she lowers herself onto my cock and swivel her hips in an agonizing motion.

“Fuck, Tess,” I groan.

She leans forward, and nibbles my ear, pulling my earlobe between her teeth.

“You like a woman on top, right? You should get used to this feeling,” she slams down on me and moans loudly in my ear.

“Fuck,” I growl and grab her hips, meeting her thrusts.

We fall into a heavy, intense rhythm, our breaths staggered with sweat forming at our hairlines.

“Yes…” She throws her head back and I lean forward kissing her neck and chest.

I won’t let it end this way.

She might’ve won the first round, but I will win the second.

I grab her ass, lift her up and throw her on the cushions beside us, plowing into her before she can interject.

“I will always win,” I grunt against the crux of her neck.

I feel her orgasm building, the spasms in her muscles pulsing against mine. Her pussy clenches around me and my balls tighten.

“Fuck…”

“Austin!”

I thrust into her harder and she cums. Her body thrashing underneath me, shivering from the waves of pleasure rushing through her. The sensation of her pussy milking me pushes me to edge and my muscles still. I explode, emptying everything I have in her.

“That’s how you dominate a game, baby,” I declare.

She huffs and pushes me out of her.

“Sore loser?” I tease, I’m knows she’s feeling it regardless.

She stands up, smoothing down her skirt and straightening her hair.

“You wish,” she quips back as she walks over to her purse, pulling out a mirror to reapply her lipstick.

“I think the correct words are, Thank You, Austin,” I raise my tone to mimic hers.

She smiles, tightly, but doesn’t say anything, instead she proceeds to close the lipstick and throw it in her bag.

She walks to my door and opens it, glancing back before she walks through it.

“At least you’ve made this game a lot more interesting. But, next round, don’t disappoint me,” she jabs.

“Until next round, Tess,” I say slowly.

She hasn’t seen what a real fucking feels like.