Maya’s gaze flickered with challenge and raw desire. She went down to her knees right there on the conference room floor and her eyes never leaving Isabella’s as she pushed the tight skirt up those long legs.

Without a word, she yanked Isabella’s soaked panties aside and buried her face between her thighs.

Isabella’s hand flew to Maya’s hair, gripping tight as a low, throaty moan escaped her.

“That’s it… show me how much you’ve been dying to taste this pussy.”

Maya licked her with filthy hunger, dragging her tongue through slick folds before sucking firmly on Isabella’s swollen clit.

She pushed two fingers deep inside her, curling them expertly while her mouth worked with relentless focus. The wet, obscene sounds of her tongue and fingers echoed in the quiet room.

Isabella’s hips bucked against Maya’s face. “Fuck—your mouth feels even better than I imagined,” she gasped “Don’t you dare stop, eat me like you mean it.”

Maya moaned against her, the vibrations sending shivers through Isabella. She added a third finger, thrusting deeper, faster, while her tongue flicked rapidly over Isabella’s clit.

Isabella’s thighs trembled around her head, her grip tightening in Maya’s hair as pleasure built fast and vicious.

“Right there—yes, just like that,” Isabella groaned, head falling back. Her body tensed, then shattered hard. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around Maya’s fingers as powerful waves crashed through her.

Maya kept licking and fingering her through every pulse, drinking down her release until Isabella’s legs nearly gave out.

Maya rose, lips shiny, and kissed Isabella fiercely, letting her taste herself. But Isabella wasn’t satisfied. With a wicked smirk, she spun Maya around and bent her over the conference table.

She dropped to her knees behind her, spreading Maya’s cheeks and diving in again, this time from behind and tongue teasing her dripping entrance and clit with expert strokes.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for someone who claims to hate me,” Isabella murmured against her folds before sucking her clit hard.

They traded control like they traded barbs in meetings—fierce, unrelenting, and intoxicating. Maya eventually pushed Isabella onto the table, climbing over her so their soaked pussies pressed together.

They ground against each other in desperate rhythm, clit rubbing clit in slick, heated friction. Sweat-slick breasts pressed together as their hips rolled faster, nails digging into skin, moans filling the room.

Isabella came first again, shuddering beneath Maya. The pulsing of her clit dragged Maya over the edge right after, both women trembling through shared release.

Breathing hard, Maya reached for her bag and pulled out the thick strap-on. Isabella’s eyes gleamed with fresh hunger.

Once the harness was secured, Maya positioned the realistic dildo at Isabella’s entrance and pushed in slowly, stretching her open inch by inch until she was buried deep.

Isabella moaned loudly at the fullness.

“Fill me… I want every inch.”

Maya started thrusting deep and powerful strokes that grew faster. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with their ragged moans. Isabella wrapped her legs around Maya’s waist, meeting every thrust eagerly while Maya reached between them to rub her clit.

“Harder,” Isabella demanded, voice breaking.

“Fuck me like you’ve always wanted to shut me up.”

Maya obliged, pounding into her with raw intensity. Isabella shattered again, her walls pulsing tightly around the thick shaft. Maya followed soon after, grinding deep as her own orgasm ripped through her.

They collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap on the wide table, limbs intertwined. For a long moment, only their heavy breathing and the rain outside filled the silence. Isabella’s fingers traced lazy patterns along Maya’s spine, almost tender.

“This still doesn’t mean I like you,” Maya murmured against her neck, pressing closer despite her words.

Isabella chuckled breathlessly.

“Good, because I still hate you.” Yet her arms tightened around her.

They moved once more—slower this time, exploring each other with hands and mouths, tasting sweat-slick skin and finding new rhythms until exhaustion crept in.

As the first hints of dawn lightened the sky, they lay intertwined, the rivalry that had defined them for three years now transformed into something raw, addictive, and dangerously real.

Then the elevator dinged—much closer this time. Footsteps echoed down the hall, followed by the murmur of voices.

Maya’s eyes widened in panic as she lifted her head.

“Shit, that’s the early team… or security.”

Their clothes were scattered everywhere, buttons littered the floor and the air reeked of sex.

Isabella smirked, but real alarm flashed in her eyes. She pulled Maya in for one last fierce kiss before they both scrambled off the table, grabbing garments in a frantic rush.

The footsteps grew louder, stopping just outside the conference room door.