Chapter 4: Hostile Takeover

I hated her before I ever touched her. That’s the cleanest way to say it.

Elena Voss walked into the boardroom six months ago wearing a tailored charcoal suit and a smile sharp enough to slice through quarterly projections. She didn’t just present ideas, she dismantled everyone else’s. Especially mine and I’ve never been dismantled in my life.

“I disagree,” she said during her first executive meeting, eyes sliding to me across polished walnut. “I think Camille’s approach lacks imagination.” She didn’t blink, neither did I. That was the beginning.

We became the firm’s two predators circling the same prize: Chief Operating Officer. One promotion. Two of us. Equal performance metrics. Equal ruthlessness.

She stole clients from under me with velvet diplomacy. I countered by outmaneuvering her in budget allocations. She Bcc’d the board on strategic revisions. I corrected her projections publicly. We were vicious, controlled, professional and beneath every exchange was something that hummed.

It started small. Her hand brushing mine as we both reached for the same contract. Her heel grazing my ankle under the conference table accidentally, except it didn’t feel accidental. The way she held eye contact two seconds too long after saying, “You look tired, Camille. Working too hard?” I wasn’t tired. I was burning.

The night everything shifted, we were the last two in the office. Rain streaked down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city into something silver and restless. The board had announced they’d make their decision by the end of the week. In Five days.

Elena stood in my doorway without knocking. “You undermined me in there,” she said calmly.

I didn’t look up from my laptop. “If you’re referring to correcting your flawed acquisition strategy—”

“You embarrassed me.”

Now I looked up.

“You’re not easily embarrassed.”

Her jaw tightened.

God, she was beautiful when she was angry. Controlled fury wrapped in silk and bone structure. She stepped into my office and shut the door softly behind her.

“I don’t lose, Camille.”

“Neither do I.”

We stood there. Six feet apart. The air felt thick.

“You enjoy this,” she said.

“Winning?”

“Fighting with me.”

I let a slow smile curve my mouth. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

She moved closer. One step. Then another.

My pulse climbed, but I refused to shift backward. If this was a power play, I wouldn’t be the first to retreat.

“You watch me,” she murmured.

“I monitor competition.”

Her eyes dropped briefly to my mouth.

“That’s not what I meant.”

The room felt smaller. The rain louder.

“You think I don’t see it?” she continued. “Every meeting. Every challenge. You lean forward when I speak. Your pupils dilate.”

My breath paused slightly.

“You’re projecting.”

She stopped inches away. Close enough that I could smell her perfume, close enough that if I tilted my head…

“I don’t project,” she said softly. “I observe.”

Her hand came up, hovering near my waist.

“If you touch me,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt, “you’d better be prepared for consequences.”

Her gaze darkened.

“Is that a threat,” she asked, “or a promise?”

Lightning cracked outside and then she touched me. Just fingertips, barely there, resting at my hip but it felt like a brand.

My body betrayed me instantly with heat rushing low and dangerous. I grabbed her wrist hard and she inhaled sharply.

For one suspended second, we stood locked together. My hand around her wrist. Her fingers still at my waist. Our breathing uneven.

“You don’t get to start something you can’t finish,” I whispered.

Her lips parted slightly.

“Who said I can’t finish?”

I pulled her closer.

Not gently.

Her body collided with mine, and the shock of it shattered whatever restraint I had left.

Our mouths clashed hungrily. Months of tension breaking open in a single, desperate collision.

She kissed like she argued, strategic at first, then devastatingly bold. I felt her hand slide up my back, fingers threading into my hair, tilting my head for better access.

A soft sound escaped me before I could stop it.

Her mouth curved against mine.

“You hate this,” she murmured against my lips.

“I hate you.”

“Liar.”

I spun us, pressing her back against the glass wall overlooking the city. The cool surface met the heat of her body, and she gasped softly as I pinned her wrists above her head.

Now I had control. Or so I thought.

“You’re shaking,” she whispered.

I was. Not from weakness. From want.

“You drive me insane,” I said, my mouth trailing along her jaw. “You question everything I build. You challenge every decision.”

Her breath hitched as my lips moved to her throat.

“You rise to it,” she replied, voice lower now. “You like having someone who doesn’t bow.”

She was right. That was the problem.

I released her wrists only to slide my hands down her arms, slower this time. Intentional. Exploring the shape of her through tailored fabric.

“This is a mistake,” I said, though my body clearly disagreed.

“Probably.”

Neither of us moved away.

Her hands found my waist, slipping beneath the edge of my blazer. The contact was electric, skin to skin this time. I inhaled sharply.

She leaned in, her lips grazing my ear. “Tell me to stop,” she said softly.

“I won’t,” I breathed.

Her fingers tightened.

We kissed again, slower now, deeper. No anger this time. Just heat.

Every touch felt amplified. Every shift of her hips against mine sent sparks racing through my nerves. The months of rivalry had built something explosive and now it was detonating.

She walked us backward until my desk pressed against my thighs. Without breaking the kiss, she lifted me onto it. The dominance made my stomach flip.

“You think you’re in control,” she murmured.

“I am.”

She smiled a wicked and knowing smile as her hands slid to my hips again. “Prove it.”

The challenge snapped something inside me. I pulled her closer, reclaiming her mouth, deepening the kiss until she made a sound that was half-breath, half-moan. My hands roamed more boldly now, tracing her sides, memorizing the curves I’d pretended not to notice for months. Her composure was slipping and so was mine.

We moved together in a rhythm that was less about tenderness and more about urgency, about finally claiming something we’d both denied.

When she finally pulled back, her forehead rested against mine. Then we started kissing again. As we kissed, she moved her hands and started unzipping my trouser, then she pulled away and lowered the trouser down my legs. I stepped out of them and she smiled before pushing me to sit on my desk.

I removed my blazer and bra and threw them on the floor as she took a step back from me and undressed herself too as she teased me while taking them off. I stared at her full and perky breasts, her pink and hard nipples her flat stomach and her bald pussy. “You are so beautiful” I complimented her.

“You too baby… your body turns me on” she said.

She came back towards me and started kissing me, rubbing our breasts together while my hands explored her body. She suddenly sat on me and started to rub our pussies together while we kissed and teased each other’s nipples. I placed my hands on her hips as I guided her as she grinded her pussy over mine. My office became filled with slurping sounds and our moans. We continued to grind on each other before we both had our orgasms together.

She climbed down from my body, dragged my body to the edge of my desk then she sat on my chair directly facing my pussy. She smiled at me as she spread my legs and stared at my pussy in admiration. Then I felt her soft lips on my thighs and I gasped at the sensation. She continued to kiss from my thighs upwards then she started licking as she got to my pussy. When her tongue touched my clit, a loud moan escaped from my mouth. “It feels so good baby” I groaned

“Be patient baby… let me eat this beautiful pussy up” she replied as she flicked my clit harder and faster. Her tongue licked down back to my entrance and she inserted it into my pussy and started rolling it inside my pussy. “Fuck! How are you so good at this” I asked and she just smiled.

Her fleshy tongue pressed back against my clit in a controlled motion, causing me to squirm against her mouth. She slid her hands underneath me and gripped my ass, pulling me firmly to her as she sucked my clit while vibrating her jaw. In few minutes under her mouth, I screamed as another wave of orgasm washed over me with my thighs shaking and clenching around her head as she held onto me sucking every drop of juice flowing from my pussy.

I collapsed heavily on my desk, breathing heavily from the intense orgasm I had. She climbed over and started kissing me again as I tasted myself on her lips. We kissed and touched each other for a while before I moved her away. “it’s your turn now” I said as I took her previous position and she took mine.

Immediately I saw her pussy wide open, I dived in and started licking it. Instantly, she let out a moan. I ran my tongue in circles on her clit while maintaining a rhythm before I inserted two of my fingers into her pussy and started pumping her hole. I licked and fucked her pussy at the same time and she just kept moaning as I pleased her. I gripped both her thighs and started licking harder and her legs started shaking as her orgasm was near. I flicked and licked harder before I felt her thighs grip my head as more juices started flowing from her pussy into my mouth.

I bent down to my last drawer and brought out a dildo and she looked at me with shock

“ What? Don’t look at me like that. With the workload and the stress, you put me through, I need a means to destress”. I stated

“it’s big baby” she winked at me.

I spread her legs open and rubbed the head at her entrance then I slowly pushed it into her pussy. “Oh… fuck! It’s so big…it’s stretching me out” she said between moans. I gave her sometime to adjust to the size before I started pumping in fast as I sucked and twirled my tongue on her nipple. Her back arched as she tried to grip the edge of the table as I continued to pump her pussy hard and fast. “I’m cumming” she screamed as she bucked over shaking as she orgasmed.

I sat down on my chair using the dildo to fuck myself as I watched her twitch on the table from the hard orgasm that she just had. It didn’t take me long to cum too as I was very aroused by watching her.

We both remained silent, trying to catch our breaths from the orgasms we had within the space of one hour.

“We still have five days before the board decides,” she said softly after a while.

“Yes.”

“If I win…”

“I’ll congratulate you.”

“And if you win?”

“You’ll do the same.”

A beat passed.

“And this?” she asked.

I looked at her, really looked at her. The fire in her eyes. The intelligence. The hunger that matched mine.

“This doesn’t end,” I said.

Her lips curved slowly.

“Good.”

She kissed me again, slower now.

And for the first time since she walked into that boardroom, I wasn’t thinking about winning.

I was thinking about how utterly intoxicating it felt to have finally met my equal and to have her pressed against me, breathless, undone, and just as addicted as I was.