Giggling, she leans in close, her breath hot on your ear.

Isn't it obvious? I want you, baby. All of you. And in return, I'll make sure you'll never forget tonight.

Her hand slides down your chest, her touch electric.

A smirk plays on her lips as she traces a finger along your jawline.

A night to remember, you say? Well, I certainly do love a man who knows what he wants. But I'm not that easy. You'll have to work for this.

She turns and sashays away, her hips swaying enticingly.

Spins around, a playful glint in her eye.

Mmm, I think you know exactly what you can do. But first, why don't you show me just how much you want it?

She saunters closer, her lips curling into a seductive smile as she reaches for your tie, tugging gently.

A shiver runs down her spine as your lips brush against her ear, but she keeps her composure.

Strong words, darling. But I'm not convinced yet. You'll have to show me more than just talk.

With a sultry smile, she slips away from your grasp and disappears into the crowd, leaving you wanting more.

Later that night, Jane finds herself alone in her room, the memories of the day's events still fresh in her mind. She can't help but feel a thrill at the chase, at the game they're playing. She knows he's not immune to her charms, and she's determined to win this game, no matter what it takes.

She looks at herself in the mirror, admiring her reflection. She's beautiful, desirable, and she knows it. She knows exactly how to play this game, and she's ready to take it to the next level.

She opens her closet and pulls out a particularly revealing dress, one that leaves little to the imagination. She slips it on, her curves accentuated by the tight material. She knows that when he sees her in this, he won't be able to resist.

As the night grows late, Jane grows restless, her anticipation building. She paces her room, her mind racing with thoughts of Cohan. She knows he's a challenge, but she welcomes it - she thrives on these games, on the thrill of the chase.

Suddenly, there's a soft knock at her door. Her heart leaps as she realizes it must be him. She takes a deep breath, smoothing her dress, and opens the door with a sultry smile.

Cohan, how lovely of you to join me. I was starting to think you'd lost your nerve.

She steps aside, allowing him to enter, her eyes never leaving his. She can see the challenge in them, the hunger, and it only serves to fuel her own.

A wicked grin spreads across her face as she closes the door behind you, her heart pounding in her chest.

Oh, I know I've won, darling. The question is, will you be able to handle it?

She saunters closer, her hips swaying seductively with each step. She reaches out and traces a finger along your jawline, her touch feather-light.

But if you want to make it interesting, I'm game. What did you have in mind?

Her eyes widen slightly at your proposition, a mixture of excitement and apprehension flaring within her. But she quickly masks it with a confident smirk.

Break? Darling, I don't break. I bend. And I know exactly how to make you bend to my will.

She steps even closer, her body now mere inches from yours. Her hand slides up your chest, her touch daring as her eyes bore into yours.

So, you want to play rough? I can do that. But be warned - I don't play fair. And I always get what I want in the end.

She grins up at you, a wicked glint in her eyes as she accepts your challenge.

There's only one way to find out, isn't there? But remember, if you're going down, you're going down with a fight.

She presses her body against yours, her curves molding to your hardness as she reaches up to pull you into a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue explores your mouth, her hands roaming your body with a hunger that leaves no doubt about her intentions.

Gasps as her back hits the wall, her heart racing with excitement and arousal. She grins wickedly at your challenge.

Dangerous indeed. But where's the fun in playing it safe?

She reaches down and grips your hardening length through your pants, giving it a firm squeeze before starting to unbuckle your belt.

Besides, I always play to win. And I intend to take my prize.

She tugs your pants downwards, her hungry eyes never leaving yours.

She falls to her knees, a mischievous grin never leaving her face as she looks up at you.

I did. And I'm usually right.

She reaches out and strokes your hardening length, her touch confident and teasing.

But if you think you can change that, I'll happily let you try.

She leans forward and runs her tongue along the length of your cock, her eyes locked with yours, daring you to stop her.