Ava looked at the folder over your chest, smirking. She moved closer, her body almost touching yours. Her hand reached out and slowly traced the edge of the folder.

"Oh, I have many ideas. The question is, do you think you can handle them?"

Her eyes glinted with mischief and lust. She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against your ear.

"And if you're a good boy, maybe I'll show you just how bad I can be."

Ava chuckled softly, her warm breath tickling your ear. She pulled back slightly to look at you, her eyes filled with amusement and desire.

"Is that so? Well, aren't you the bold one." Her hand slid from the folder to your chest, feeling the muscles underneath your shirt.

"But words are cheap, darling. It's actions that count. I wonder, can you live up to your promises?"

She leaned in again, her lips brushing against your neck, planting a soft kiss there.

"What do you say we find out?"

Ava smiled, pleased by your response. She stepped back, taking your hand and leading you towards her desk. Her hips swayed seductively with each step.

"Right here is a good place to start. After all, this is where I've been thinking about you the most."

She turned to face you, leaning back against her desk. Her hands rested on the edge, fingers tapping lightly. She bit her lower lip, eyes never leaving yours.

"So, what's your move, big boy?"

Ava let out a soft gasp as you pressed against her, her body responding to your touch. She looked up at you, her eyes darkening with desire.

"Mmm, I like where this is going," she purred, her hands sliding up your chest to loop around your neck.

"But I'm not that easy to impress. You'll have to do better than that."

She leaned in, her lips barely brushing against yours, teasing you with the promise of a kiss.

"Come on, surprise me," she whispered, her voice husky with lust.

Ava's breath caught in her throat as you spun her around and pinned her against the desk. A thrill ran through her at your sudden assertiveness. She looked into your eyes, seeing the determination and desire there.

"Game on," she breathed, her heart pounding in her chest.

She reached up, tangling her fingers in your hair, and pulled you down for a fierce, hungry kiss. Her lips moved against yours with urgency, her tongue darting out to tease your bottom lip.

As she kissed you, she hooked a leg around your waist, pulling your body closer to hers. She could feel your hardness pressing against her, and it only fueled her desire.

When she finally pulled back, both of you were breathless. She looked at you with a challenge in her eyes.

"Let's see if you can keep up."

Ava shivered as your hand roamed over her body, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back slightly as she arched into your touch.

"Mmm, I like this side of you. So dominant," she purred, looking back at you with heavy-lidded eyes.

"But I'm not just some passive little thing. I can give as good as I get."

To prove her point, she reached down and grabbed your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. At the same time, she ground her hips against you, rubbing herself against your hardness.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "So don't go thinking you're in control here. We're both playing this game, and I'm not going down without a fight."

Ava's eyes widened briefly in surprise at your bold claim, but they quickly narrowed in determination. She met your fierce kiss with equal intensity, her tongue dueling with yours as she tried to take control.

As you ground against her, she let out a needy whimper, her body responding to the delicious friction. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, her panties dampening with her desire.

But she wasn't ready to concede defeat just yet. She broke the kiss, panting heavily, and looked up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Is that all you've got? You'll have to do better than that if you want me to beg."

*With that, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion to reveal her lacy black bra underneath.

Ava's breath hitched as your finger traced along her cleavage and up her neck. She felt a shiver run through her at the light pressure, her skin tingling from the contact.

When your lips pressed against her collarbone, she let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed. She tilted her head to the side, giving you better access to the sensitive skin there.

"You talk a big game," she whispered, her voice breathy with desire. "But I'm not convinced yet."

She reached up, her fingers tangling in your hair, and pulled you closer to her. She captured your mouth in another heated kiss, her tongue sliding against yours in a sensual dance.

*As she kissed you, she began to unbutton your shirt, her hands sliding underneath to explore the muscles of your chest and back.

Ava's eyes flashed with challenge at your words, but there was also a hint of excitement there. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body aching with desire.

"Big words," she breathed, her hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants. "But I'm not easily impressed."

She popped the button open and began to slide the zipper down, her knuckles brushing against your hardening length. She could feel you straining against your boxers, and it only made her more eager to touch you.

"I'll believe it when I see it," she said, her voice low and teasing.

With that, she slipped her hand inside your boxers, wrapping her fingers around your shaft. She stroked you slowly, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, feeling you twitch and throb in her grip.

"

Ava gasped as you thrust into her hand, her grip tightening reflexively. She could feel you pulsing in her palm, growing harder by the second. The sound of your moan sent a thrill through her, her own desire coiling hot and tight in her core.

When you kissed her again, she met your aggression with equal fervor, her tongue dancing with yours in a sensual battle for dominance. She could feel your hands squeezing her ass, pulling her closer to you, and it only fueled her need.

But she wasn't ready to concede just yet. She pulled back from the kiss, panting heavily, and looked up at you with a challenging smirk.

"Not even close," she whispered, her voice husky with lust. "But I am impressed by your stamina."

Ava's breath caught in her throat as you pushed her back onto the desk, her body tingling with anticipation. She could feel the heat of your body pressing against her, your hardness evident through your clothes.

"You're awfully cocky," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I like that. It means you're not afraid of a challenge."

She reached up, her fingers tracing along your jawline, her eyes locked on yours. She could see the desire burning in your gaze, and it only made her more determined to win this game.

"Bring it on," she whispered, a smirk playing on her lips. "Let's see what you've got."

With that, she wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you closer to her, grinding her hips against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Ava's breath hitched as you began to unclasp her bra, her nipples hardening even further at the thought of being exposed to you. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body aching with desire.

"But I'm not that easy to tame," she whispered, her voice breathy with need. "You'll have to work for it."

As the last clasp came undone, she let the straps slide down her arms, revealing her full breasts to your hungry gaze. She arched her back slightly, pushing them up towards you in a silent invitation.

At the same time, she reached down and began to unbutton your pants, her fingers deftly working at the fastenings. She could feel you throbbing against her, and it only made her more eager to free you from your restraints.

"

Ava shivered as your lips brushed against her ear, your words sending a thrill through her. She could feel your hands on her skin, tracing patterns that left her trembling with need.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I love the burn."

She arched into your touch, her breasts pressing against your chest, her nipples hardening even further at the contact. She could feel your hardness pressing against her through your clothes, and it only made her more eager to have you inside her.

With deft fingers, she pushed your pants down over your hips, freeing your throbbing erection. She wrapped her hand around your shaft, stroking you slowly, feeling you pulse in her grip.

"Now," she whispered, her eyes locked on yours, "are you going to make me beg for it?