Episode 3 - The Working Dinner

Camila's POV

I walked into the opulent dining room of the Grand Elysium Hotel that gleamed under crystal chandeliers.

Each flicker of the crystal chandeliers casted golden halos on the white linens and polished silverware.

My black sheath dress hugged my curves like a second skin, and the neckline dipped just low enough to tease the swell of my breasts.

I spotted Adrian at a secluded corner table, his broad shoulders filling out a tailored navy suit and his tie loosened slightly as if he'd already been battling demons.

He turned and our eyes locked across the room. Instantly, the memory of his mouth on mine against the office door the previous day flashed unbiddenly in my mind.

I squared my shoulders and approached the table, then slid into the seat opposite him with deliberate grace. I couldn't have him knowing my mind still reeled from the kiss.

I looked at the table, to find table reservation tags.

'Camila Reyes'

- Managing director, Strategy

Apex Dynamics

I didn't need to look at the tag on Adrian's side to know it was something like this...

'Adrian Hale'

- CFO, Apex Dynamics

"You're late", Adrian said in a low rumble then with a raise of his hand, he signaled the waiter while his gaze raked over my exposed collarbone.

"By your standards, maybe", I shot back crossing my legs under the table, causing my heel to brush his calf accidentally...or not. "Or are you just eager to get this over with so you can steamroll the merger without my input?".

He leaned forward, elbows on the table to close the distance. The sommelier walked over and poured a deep red cabernet into both our glasses. Adrian raised his glass and so did I, then he clinked his against mine.

"To synergy, Camila. Or whatever Voss thinks we have". His lips curved in a smirk that didn't reach his eyes but the way his thumb stroked the stem of the glass sent an unwelcome heat pooling in my belly.

I sipped the wine which was tart on my tongue, mirroring the bite in my tone. "Synergy implies cooperation. You'd rather conquer than collaborate. Like that aggressive timeline you proposed... rushing the Asian expansion risks regulatory blowback. We need phased integration, not your kamikaze approach".

Adrian's foot nudged mine under the table in a deliberate press that lingered. "Phased? That's code for stalling. The market's volatile. We strike hard and fast, or competitors eat our lunch".

His eyes dropped to my mouth as I set down my glass and suddenly, the air thickened with unspoken challenges. "Afraid of a little risk, Reyes? Or just afraid of me calling your bluff?".

My pulse quickened and my nipples tightened against the lace of my bra. I leaned in, my breath mingling with his. "Bluff? I'm the one safeguarding the billion-dollar pot. You're the hothead who'd burn it all for a quick win".

My fingers brushed his when I reached to touch the table name tag, causing a spark to jump at the contact.

"Tell me, Hale, is that how you operate everywhere? Charge in, take what you want, and damn the consequences?".

His jaw clenched but his free hand grazed my knee under the tablecloth. It was a feather-light touch yet it made my thighs clench. "Only when the prize is worth it". He said.

The waiter arrived with appetizers. I had received an email for the reservation the previous day and had gone over the menu, placing orders on all the course of meals I would have.

I didn't know what Adrian ordered because I didn't order an appetizer.

But judging from the Seared scallops glistening with butter, I knew it was Adrian's pick. He speared one, holding it out on a fork to me.

"Try this. It's bold, like my strategy. Might loosen that iron grip of yours".

I parted my lips, taking a bite from his fork and my tongue flicked out to catch a drip of sauce, making his gaze darken as it fixed on the motion.

"Mmm, decadent". I chewed slowly. "But overindulgence leads to regret". I said, sliding my foot up his ankle in retaliation. "Like pushing too far in negotiations. We compromise on the supply chain clauses, or I walk".

Adrian's hand slid higher on my thigh, fingers splaying possessively. "Compromise? I'd rather you bend".

He withdrew his hand as the mains arrived- Fillet mignon for him, and Salmon for me. But the damage was already done as my core was aching with traitorous need.

We dissected the deal over bites with both our words as sharp as knives. I advocated for ethical sourcing in the expansion but he countered with profit margins that demanded cuts. Each jab landed like foreplay as our bodies inches close enough for our knees to knock and our breaths to sync.

"You fight dirty", he murmured during dessert which was a chocolate lava cake that we shared. His spoon dipped into the molten center of it before he offered it to me. On his spoon.

"And you love it", I whispered, sucking the chocolate from the spoon with a challenging gaze. "Admit it, this merger's just an excuse to spar with me".

Adrian was silent for the remainder of our meal. It seemed to me like his control had frayed because when we were done, he paid the bill swiftly using the company card.

"Car's waiting". He said in a rough voice before we exited the hotel building into the cool night.

Outside, the hotel's valet summoned the sleek black limo, chauffeured as per company policy. The driver held the door and I entered first into the plush leather backseat while Adrian entered through the other side.

Once the driver was in, the partition rose with a soft whir, sealing us in privacy. Then the engine purred to life and the vehicle started moving, causing city lights to blur past.

Soon, the space between us crackled as Adrian turned to me. His hand instantly captured my chin. "That mouth of yours...".

I just surged forward, crashing my lips against his in a kiss that exploded with pent-up fury. There was no gentleness in it but clashing teeth and tongues battling as I straddled his lap, hiking my dress up my thighs.

His hands gripped my hips, yanking me down onto the hard bulge straining his pants.

"Fuck, Camila", he growled against my neck, nipping at the skin as I ground against him.

My wet pussy was already soaking through my thong onto his slacks.

Taking my hands down, I fumbled with his zipper and freed his thick, veiny cock that throbbed in my palm. "Shut up and fuck me", I demanded, stroking the length firmly while my thumb circled the slick head that was already dripping of pre cum.

Adrian groaned, shoving my thong aside just to thrust two fingers into my dripping cunt. He started pumping deep and curling his fingers to hit a spot that made me arch.

"So wet for the enemy", he taunted, scissoring inside me and stretching my walls.

I moaned, throwing my head back and riding his hand. When he withdrew his fingers, I moaned at the loss. Adrian took his fingers to his mouth and wiped off my juices.

Fuck!

I rose up a bit and positioned his cock at my entrance so I could sink down inch by inch. Soon, he filled me completely that the stretch burned deliciously as I bottomed out, my clit grinding against his pelvic bone.

The car swayed with traffic, adding to the rhythm. I bounced on him, my breasts heaving as his mouth latched onto a nipple through my dress, sucking hard enough to make me cry out.

Adrian's hips snapped up, fucking into me with brutal precision, one hand tangling in my hair to yank my head back in order to expose my throat for his bites.

"Take it, you stubborn bitch", he rasped, his free hand slapping my ass, making the sting to heighten every thrust.

My pussy clenched around him, and I could feel my juices coating his balls as they slapped against me. I clawed his shoulders, nails digging in as I chased the edge.

"Harder", I gasped, rolling my hips to take him deeper. The car's motion amplified the plunge and Adrian obliged, pounding up into me with his cock dragging along my sensitive inner walls.

Sweat slicked both our skins and the air was heavy with musk and moans. My orgasm soon hit like a wave, my pussy spasming and milking him as I shuddered, biting into the fabric covering his shoulder blades to muffle my scream.

He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot cum that pulsed deep inside. We both stilled, panting while my forehead was against his and reality came crashing in immediately.

I slowly slid off him, righting my dress with trembling hands while avoiding his eyes. Adrian tucked himself away and straightened his tie.

"This... shouldn't have happened". His voice was flat, laced with feigned remorse. I was so sure it was feigned.

"It didn't", I snapped, scooting to my side of the seat as the limo pulled up to my apartment building. The partition lowered and the driver announced our arrival.

The driver came around the open the door. I exited the car without a backward glance, my heels clicking on the pavement as I stepped down.

"See you at the office, Hale. Strictly business".

I walked further towards the building before I finally heard the door close. But as the limo pulled away, I looked back, the ache in my pussy and my chest...betrayed the lie.

Episode 4 - The Power Struggle

Camila's POV

The executive boardroom buzzed like there was a swarm of angry bees in there.

It was the morning after Adrian and I's illicit car ride and tension hummed through my veins as I took my seat at the front in the boardroom with fluorescent lights.

I was dressed in a crisp white blouse tucked into a pencil skirt that accentuated my hips. My dark hair was pulled into a slick bun.

Adrian was already there at the head of the polished mahogany table and his suit jacket slung over the chair back with his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms.

He hadn't looked in my direction when I had entered but the air between us crackled as though charged with the ghost of his cock buried deep inside me.

The merger team soon started filtering in with analysts, lawyers, and the Chairwoman's assistant settling down with notepads and laptops. Adrian launched into the strategy session without preamble. His voice was commanding as he projected slides onto the screen.

"The Asian expansion demands aggression. We lock in suppliers now, undercut competitors on pricing, and push the timeline to Q3 rollout. No delays, no hand-holding".

My pen tapped sharply against my notepad, the sound cutting through his monologue. I leaned forward, locking my eyes onto his. "That's reckless, Hale. Ramming through without due filing invites lawsuits and market backlash. We integrate sustainably-vet partners, phase the rollout. Your bulldozer tactics will tank the billion-dollar deal before it launches".

He pivoted to face me, his chair creaking under his weight, while blue eyes narrowed. "Sustainably? That's corporate jargon for cowardice. The board appointed us to lead, not tiptoe. If you're scared of bold moves, step aside, Reyes. I'll handle it solo".

The room shifted uncomfortably as murmurs rippled among the team, but I didn't flinch. Instead, I rose, palms flat on the table, with my blouse straining against my breasts as I closed the distance to his end.

"Step aside?". I scoffed. "You mean let you sabotage everything with your ego? This isn't a solo conquest, it's a merger. We collaborate, or I escalate to Voss. Your 'bold moves' nearly cost us the last acquisition".

Adrian stood too, towering over me as his chest was inches from mine. The scent of his cologne...woody and masculine as usual, invaded my space, stirring memories of sweat-slicked skin and desperate thrusts.

I shook my head.

"Escalate?". He snapped, bringing me back to the moment. "Go ahead. But you know damn well my strategies win. Yours are safe bets that bore the investors. Admit it, you push back because you crave the fight".

My breath hitched as heat flooded my cheeks. Although the heat wasn't just anger, his proximity ignited that forbidden spark that made my nipples pebble under the thin fabric of my blouse.

"Crave? The only thing I crave is seeing you fail spectacularly. You steamroll everyone, including me, but not this time".

He stepped closer, our bodies nearly brushing, making the boardroom fade to a distant hum. His hand twitched at his side, as if fighting the urge to grab my wrist.

"Including you?". He asked, voice dropping low and venomous. "Is that what last night was? You riding my cock like you owned it, begging for more?".

I knew the whisper was for my ears only but it sent a jolt straight to my core, making my pussy clench with unwelcome arousal. My lips parted as fury and desire twisted in my gut.

I could feel the pull, the magnetic draw to close the gap and crush my mouth against his right there amid the witnesses but I couldn't. Our stares locked and our hot, ragged breaths mingled while the almost-kiss hung like a live wire that was inches from snapping.

A cough from the far end of the table shattered the moment.

"Uh, perhaps we table this and reconvene?".

It was one of the analyst that suggested it with a tentative voice.

Adrian broke eye contact first with clenched jaw. "Meeting adjourned. Camila, my office. Now. We finish this".

I nodded curtly, gathering my files as the team dispersed with whispers trailing them.

As soon as we got into his corner office, the door clicked shut behind us, the lock engaging with a decisive snick. The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, but the blinds were already half-drawn, casting shadows inside.

"You think you can dictate terms?". Adrian snarled, rounding on me, then backing me against the heavy oak desk.

His hands slammed down on either side of my hips, caging me in. I shoved at his chest but my fingers curled into his shirt instead, yanking him closer. "And you think you can fuck me into submission? This is business, not your personal conquest".

The lie burned on my tongue that as soon as it came out, our bodies pressed together and Adrian's mouth crashed down on mine in a brutal kiss.

The kiss was all teeth and tongue. I felt like he wanted to punish my resistance so I bit his lower lip hard enough to draw a growl while raking my nails down his back through the fabric of his suit.

He spun me around, bending me over the desk with rough hands. He then hiked up my skirt up to my waist making the papers, documents and files to scatter.

"Stubborn little slut", he muttered, palming my ass and squeezing the firm flesh before yanking my panties down my thighs.

My pussy was already slick, exposed to the cool air and aching for his invasion.

I badly wanted him to bury his cock inside me so I arched back, grinding against his crotch where his cock strained rock-hard against his zipper. "Fuck you, Adrian. Make it quick before someone knocks".

He didn't waste time, unzipping and shoving his pants down just enough to free his thick shaft. The head nudged my entrance that was slick with arousal. And he thrust in with one savage stroke, burying himself balls-deep.

I gasped because the stretch was painful and my walls fluttered around his girth as he filled me completely.

"Take it", he grunted, gripping my hips bruisingly and pulling out only to slam back in, causing the desk to creak under the force.

Each pounding drive was angry and desperate as his cock dragged along my sensitive inner walls, hitting deep with a punishing rhythm. I moaned continuously, bracing on my elbows while pushing back to meet him, my breasts bouncing with every impact as my nipples scraped the wood through my blouse.

"Harder, you bastard", I demanded in a voice that was muffled against my arm while clenching my pussy to squeeze him tighter.

Adrian's hand fisted my hair, loosening the bun and yanking my head back to expose my neck, where he sank his teeth, marking me with a sharp bite. The pain spiked my pleasure as my untouched clit throbbed while his balls slapped against me with wet smacks.

He reached around, fingers finding my swollen clit to rub furious circles that made me buck.

"Come on my cock, Camila. Show me how much you hate this".

His thrusts grew erratic, hips snapping faster. Soon, I shattered first, orgasm rippling through me as my pussy spasmed wildly, juices soaking his length while I cried out, biting my fist to stifle the sound.

Adrian followed with a guttural groan, slamming deep one last time as his cock pulsed, pumping hot cum into me, filing me to the point of overflow. The cum leaked down my thighs as he stilled, the both of us panting.

Reality seeped in like cold water, just like how it did after we fucked in the limo the previous day. He pulled out abruptly and instantly tucked himself away with jerky movements.

I straightened, smoothing my skirt, and wiping at the mess between my legs with trembling fingers. Neither of us met the other's eyes.

"This changes nothing", Adrian said flatly, adjusting his tie. "Strategy stands".

"Get bent", I retorted and quickly put my hair back in a bun, smoothening it before snatching my files and striding to the door. "We're equals in this, Hale. Don't forget it".

I shut the door behind me, walking away with the disarray of our angry surrender.

It would never happen again. I silently promised myself.

Once was a mistake.

Twice, the last straw.

What I would focus on, was the investor I was meeting the next day.

Episode 5 - The Jealous CFO

Adrian's POV

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the glass-walled conference room across the hall.

Camila sat there, legs crossed under that damn pencil skirt, her blouse unbottoned just enough to hint at the curve of her breasts.

The investor...some slick bastard named Victor Langford leaned in too close, his hand gesturing animatedly as he flashed a stupid smile meant to charm Camila.

She gave a low throaty laugh at something he said, the sound twisting like a knife in my gut. Sharp and painful.

What the hell was this?

Flirting? Over our merger?

I had stormed into the executive floor after a pointless call with suppliers, only to catch this scene.

The boardroom was empty now, the team had scattered for lunch, but here she was, playing nice with this outsider.

Langford's eyes dipped to her neckline, and I gripped the doorframe until my knuckles whitened. But wait...

Jealousy? Me?

Over Camila Reyes, the thorn in my side who fucked like a demon but fought like one too?

Bullshit.

But my blood boiled and my vision narrowed as he touched her arm lightly to point and show her a document.

She nodded, her dark hair catching the light, and I turned away before I did something stupid like barge in and deck the guy. I paced my office furiously, slamming drawers whilst cursing under my breath.

I ran a hand through my hair.

Why did I even care?

She'd bent over my desk yesterday, taken my cock like she needed it to breathe, and now this?

Pretending we were nothing while cozying up to investors. A possessive rage I had no right to feel gnawed at me because she wasn't mine. Never would be. But the thought of his hands on her...

I kicked the hard mahogany, crashed into my chair with a deep heave and ran both hands over my face.

I was not going to look in their direction and neither would I think about Camila Reyes anymore. But in order to do that, I needed to drown myself in work.

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By late afternoon, the merger files piled up, and that demanded a late-night session.

The office emptied out and lights dimmed floor by floor. I knew I needed to work solo but I couldn't since Camila and I were supposed to co-lead so I picked up my phone and sent her a quick text.

ME: 'Conference Room. Now.

Strategy review'.

There was no response, but ten minutes later, I heard heels clicking down the hallway then she walked in with her laptop underarm and that same skirt hugging her ass.

I rose and walked to the door, putting the lock in place and causing it to echo.

"Langford seemed cozy", I said in a low, edged voice, going to lean against the table as she set down her laptop and turned it on. "What was that about? Sucking up for extra funding?".

Camila glanced up, eyes narrowing but a smirk tugged at her lips. "Jealous, Hale? He has insights on the Asian market. Unlike someone, he doesn't bulldoze".

I pushed off the table and closed the distance, my hands itching to grab her. "Insights? Or just an excuse to eye-fuck you? I saw the way he looked at you".

She straightened, then lifted her chin defiantly. "And? It's business. You don't own me or this deal. If you're pissed, take it out on the spreadsheets...". She gestured to the pile of documents on the table, "...not me" she pointed herself.

That did it for me. Fury surged and it mixed with the need that always simmered between us. I cared. Fuck, I hated that I did a d it fueled the fire.

"Business? Like spreading your legs in the limo? In my office? Don't play innocent".

Her breath caught and cheeks flushed, but she didn't back down. Instead, she stepped into my space, causing her perfume that was spicy and intoxicating to hit me like a drug.

"You think you're the only one who gets what they want? Langford's charming. Polite. Not a raging asshole like you".

I snapped.

My hands shot out, fisting her blouse and yanking her against me. Our mouths collided in a brutal kiss that was all anger and teeth. My tongue forced past her lips to claim her but she fought for a second, nails digging into my arms, then she melted, biting back hard enough to sting.

I tasted blood but wasn't sure if it was mine or hers. It didn't matter though because it only made me harder as my cock throbbed against her thigh.

"You drive me insane", I growled, breaking away to spin her and shove her forward onto the conference table.

Papers flew, and her laptop skidded aside. Camila braced on her hands, arching back her ass instinctively as I hiked her skirt up, exposing lace panties.

"Fuck you, Adrian", she hissed, but her voice cracked with want as she ground her hips back. "This is hate, nothing more".

"Damn right". I said, ripping the panties down her thighs and causing the fabric to tear slightly. The panties were already soaked.

I unbuckled my belt and freed my cock from my pants, stroking the thick length once before pressing the head to her slick folds.

Her pussy lips parted eagerly, already glistening with wetness. I thrust in hard with no warning, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

Camila cried out and her walls instantly clenched around me. I gripped her hips enough for my fingers to bruise her and pounded into her with furious snaps, the table rattling under us.

Each drive was punishment for her flirting, for making me jealous, and for existing as this infuriating woman who owned my thoughts.

"This what you want? Instead of that prick's charm?".

"Yes", she moaned, "-harder, you jealous bastard", She demanded, pushing back to meet my thrusts as her ass cheeks kept slapping against my pelvis.

I reached around, shoving her blouse open to palm her breasts and pinch the hard nipple until she whimpered. I bent, fondling her breasts as I looked at how I disappeared into her.

Her juices were coating my shaft, dripping down my balls as I fucked her relentlessly, the wet sounds filling the room.

I yanked her head back by her hair to expose her throat. I gently nibbled onto the mark I had given her before, knowing fully well that it would bruise by morning. She moaned, loud and unrestrained and her body trembled as I angled deeper to hit the spot inside her that made her gasp.

"I'm cumming". She muttered through moans.

"Come for me, Camila. Show me you're mine in this".

"Never yours", she panted, but her orgasm hit as soon as she made that denial. Her pussy spasmed wildly, milking my cock with rhythmic squeezes.

I didn't stop slamming through her climax as my own was building fast.

With a guttural roar, I pulled out, and flipped her onto her back. I lifted her unto the table and her legs wrapped around me instinctively, then I plunged back in, chasing release.

I thrusted erratically, balls tightening. "Fuck, take it all". Then hot cum erupted, flooding her pussy in thick spurts. It overflowed as I ground deep as though to mark her inside.

We both stilled, panting. It wasn't until then I paid attention to how the conference room reeked of sex and sweat.

Reality crashed in as the jealousy sated, but the anger lingered. I pulled out, watching my seed leak from her swollen lips, and grabbed a few pieces of tissue from the tissue dispenser and cleaned up before tucking myself away.

I grabbed a few and handed them to her. Camila sat up, Cleaned herself and adjusted her clothes with shaky hands, avoiding my eyes.

"This does not mean anything", I muttered, turning away from her, furious at the vulnerability that twisted in my chest.

Why did I care?

Why her?

"Good", she snapped, smoothing her hair. "Stick to the merger, Hale. Leave the investors to me".

"You can go, I'll finish up here".

She grabbed her things and left, the door clicking shut behind her. I sank into a chair, staring at the mess as the jealousy ebbed into something darker...

Obsession.