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Tori Black and her business partner, Marcus, raised their glasses in the dimly lit rooftop lounge, the city lights twinkling far below like scattered diamonds. The champagne flute caught the glow of the neon sign outside, fizzing softly as they clinked. Today marked the turning point: their startup had just closed a major funding round, the kind that turned dreams into real empires. They toasted to the investor, to the late nights, to the grind that finally paid off. They started with strategy market expansion, new hires, the next product launch. Clean, focused, professional. But as the cocktails kept coming first champagne, then something darker, spicier, with gin and blackberries the conversation drifted. They laughed about the early days: sleeping on the office couch, arguing over fonts at 3 a.m., the time they almost lost everything over a bad pitch. Then it turned personal. Tori spoke quietly about the years before the company, the modeling world she''d left behind, the freedom she''d traded for spreadsheets and pitch decks. Marcus listened, really listened, noticing for the first time how her voice softened when she talked about what she truly wanted. The alcohol loosened them both. He caught himself staring at her mouth as she spoke those full, glossy lips he''d always registered as %u201Cprofessional asset%u201D suddenly looked dangerously kissable. The black dress she wore hugged her like liquid night: sleeveless, deep V-neck showing just enough cleavage, the fabric clinging to her narrow waist before flaring slightly over her hips. Every time she shifted, the hem rode up her thighs, revealing smooth, tanned skin that glowed under the low lights. He''d seen her in boardrooms, in jeans and hoodies, but tonight, with the buzz in his veins, she was devastating. Tori felt it too. She crossed her legs slowly, deliberately, letting the dress slip higher. His eyes followed. She smiled, small and knowing, and leaned closer across the table. %u201CYou''re staring,%u201D she murmured, voice husky from the drinks. %u201CCan you blame me?%u201D he answered, no longer pretending. %u201CYou look fucking incredible.%u201D The air between them thickened. Business lines they''d drawn so carefully started to blur. They both knew the rule: never mix work and sex. But the cocktails had stripped away caution. She reached across, fingers brushing his wrist, then sliding up his forearm. He caught her hand, thumb stroking the inside of her palm, pulse jumping under his touch. They barely made it to the elevator. The doors closed and he had her against the wall, mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that tasted like gin, blackberries, and years of pent-up tension. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer while his slid under her dress, gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks. She moaned into his mouth, legs parting instinctively as his fingers found bare skin no panties, just slick heat waiting. The suite door slammed shut behind them. Clothes came off in a frenzy: his jacket hit the floor, her dress pooled at her feet, revealing nothing underneath but flawless curves and that legendary body the cameras used to worship. He pushed her onto the bed, spreading her thighs wide. She arched up, breasts bouncing as he buried his face between her legs, tongue lashing her clit in hungry strokes. Tori cried out, fingers tangling in his hair, hips grinding against his mouth until she came hard, thighs clamping around his head, body shaking. He didn''t give her time to recover. Flipping her onto her stomach, he pulled her hips up, ass high, and thrust into her from behind in one deep stroke. She gasped, back bowing, pushing back to meet every brutal pump. He fucked her like they''d both been starving for it hard, fast, relentless. Her moans turned to sharp cries, nails raking the sheets. He slapped her ass once, twice, watching the skin bloom pink, then gripped her hair and pulled her head back so he could kiss her neck while pounding deeper. They switched positions again and again her riding him, breasts in his face, his hands bruising her hips; him pinning her wrists above her head, driving into her until the headboard banged the wall; her on top again, grinding slow and filthy until he couldn''t hold back. When he finally came it was explosive, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside her with a guttural groan. She followed seconds later, clenching around him, milking every drop as her second orgasm ripped through her. They collapsed in a sweaty tangle, breathing ragged, hearts hammering. For long minutes neither spoke. Then Tori turned her head, lips brushing his jaw. %u201CBusiness and pleasure,%u201D she whispered, halflaughing, halfserious. %u201CWe''re so fucked.%u201D He pulled her closer, already hardening again inside her. %u201CWorth it.%u201D The night was young, the deal was sealed, and whatever came next regret, complications, or more of this they''d face it together. For now, they just fucked like the world outside didn''t exist.