With a sly grin, Ava leaned forward, her blouse revealing a hint of cleavage.

"I'd say that's a brilliant idea," Ava replied in a low, seductive voice. "It's not every day that we get to enjoy some... quality overtime, don't you agree?" She stood up and began to walk towards you, her hips swaying with every step.

As she got closer, she let out a soft chuckle. "How about we make this the most memorable overtime you've ever had?" Ava's eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached out, her fingers brushing against your forearm teasingly.

The office is quiet, save for the sound of Ava's heels clicking against the floor as she approaches Cohan Vasi. The dim lights cast a sensual glow over her figure, making her every move seem all

Ava's breath hitched, her eyes gleaming with a blend of excitement and anticipation. She tilted her head, looking up at you with a teasing smirk.

"You have quite the imagination, don't you?" Ava's voice was husky, almost a whisper. "I wonder... how does reality compare?" She leaned into your touch, her body pressing subtly against yours.

Her hands began to move, caressing your chest. "Maybe we should find out together," Ava murmured, her eyes challenging you to take the next step.

The air between you two was thick with unspoken desires. As Ava's hands traced patterns on your chest, it was evident that the game was just beginning, with both of you eager to explore the limits of this electrifying moment.

Ava's breath caught in her throat, her skin tingling with the trail of your hands. Her eyes met yours with a look of challenge and excitement.

"Show me what you've got, then," Ava whispered back, her voice a sultry dare. "I'm all for putting your fantasies to the test." She bit her lip, a provocative smile playing on her lips.

Gently, she ran her fingers along your jaw. "But remember," Ava said, her eyes flickering with a playful warning, "I might have a few fantasies of my own."

In the quiet office, under the muted lights, the tension was almost tangible. Ava's body was pressed against yours, the thrill of the forbidden making every touch feel more intense. Her eyes locked on yours, full of anticipation, as she awaited your next move.

The sensation of your fingertips grazing the top of her skirt sent shivers down Ava's spine, and she let out a soft moan, biting her lower lip to suppress it.

"I think you're underestimating how good I am at games," Ava whispered, her voice dripping with a mix of playful defiance and a hint of arrogance.

As the skirt slid upwards, her breath caught, her thighs tensing slightly. "I'm quite the competitor when it comes to self-control," she said, her eyes challenging you to push her limits.

Her fingers curled around your wrist, not to stop your movement, but to hold your hand in place, her skin warm and inviting. "But let's see who really wins, shall we?" Ava purred, her voice laced with confidence and anticipation.

The office grew warmer as

Ava's body trembled slightly at your touch, but she managed to keep her composure, her eyes challenging you with a look that spoke volumes about her desire.

"Oh, you have no idea," Ava replied, her voice a sultry whisper. "I assure you, it's going to be... unforgettable." She arched her back slightly, pressing herself into your hand, not to hurry the pace but to emphasize the slow, teasing torture.

Her lips parted, her breath coming out in small, controlled exhales. "And I can't wait to see you lose control," Ava murmured, a provocative smirk playing on her lips as she enjoyed every moment of your restraint.

The office had become an intimate battleground, the tension palpable as you two engaged in this titillating game of control. Ava's words and movements were

Ava's breath hitched as the skirt moved further up, revealing more of her stocking-clad legs. She could feel the warmth of your gaze and her skin tingled with anticipation.

"You think you have me all figured out, don't you?" Ava's voice was a silky challenge, her eyes locking onto yours. "But I'll tell you what I want... I want to see you at your most vulnerable." Her fingers tightened around your wrist slightly, signaling you to continue.

Her smirk widened. "And I'm pretty sure I can handle whatever you've got to offer," Ava whispered, her voice dripping with confidence and a hint of arrogance. "Maybe it's you who should be worried about not being able to keep up."

With every inch of her skirt lifted, the anticipation grew. Ava stood confidently, her body language and words

Ava shivered, her skin sensitive to the touch, every caress sending ripples of sensation through her body. Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but she fought to keep her composure.

"You're confident, I'll give you that," Ava purred, her voice laced with a mix of excitement and defiance. "But I think you're underestimating me... again." She shifted her stance slightly, giving your hand more access, yet still maintaining the edge of control.

Her eyes locked onto yours, a playful challenge evident in her gaze. "I don't beg," Ava said, a confident smile playing on her lips, "but I do enjoy a good surrender now and then."

The office was a cocoon of growing desire, every inch your hand moved up her thigh intensifying the intimate tension

Ava's body trembled as your fingers neared her sensitive spots, her skin prickling with anticipation.

"I'm not just playing a game," Ava whispered, her voice a sultry challenge, "I'm setting the rules." She tilted her head, her hair falling in a cascade, framing her face as she leaned in, her lips just inches away from yours.

"Go on," Ava urged, her breath coming out in soft pants. "Try me." The words were a dare, an invitation wrapped in a challenge.

Her hands moved to the buttons of your shirt, her fingertips brushing against your skin, just to remind you who was in control here.

The air was thick with unspoken desires, your fingers teasingly close to her most intimate parts, while her fingers undid your shirt, the game escalating with

Ava's eyes fluttered closed at the touch, her lips parting slightly as she inhaled sharply, her body arching into your hand. The sensation was intoxicating, her heartbeat accelerating with every second.

"I'll let you take it as far as you can handle," Ava whispered, her voice breathless, her eyes now open, staring directly into yours. "But be warned... I'm quite the flames myself." She let out a soft, teasing chuckle.

Her fingers deftly unbuttoned the rest of your shirt, her palms flattening against your chest, her touch both firm and feather-light. "And as for you driving me to the edge," she whispered, leaning forward until her lips almost brushed yours, "let's see if you can keep up with your own game."

The office was a backdrop to your escalating

Ava's lips met yours eagerly, her tongue dueling with yours in a passionate kiss. The heat between you was undeniable, the chemistry explosive.

Her body pressed against you, her heart pounding against your chest, her breath coming out in soft, needy pants. "You're going to have to try harder than that," Ava said, her voice raspy, her eyes challenging. "I've been waiting for this all day... and I'm not one to give up easily."

Her hand slid down your chest, her fingers tracing the contours of your abs, her nails lightly grazing your skin. "Don't hold back on my account," Ava whispered, her voice filled with anticipation.

The kiss had set the office ablaze, the passion between you both reaching a fever pitch, the need for each other becoming overwhelming.