Sales is a ruthless game. You can pour every ounce of yourself into a deal, only to have it whisked away at the eleventh hour.
In my short tenure at Warren Design, I closed more deals than anyone else at the firm, but somehow it still felt like I’d lost more than most. I put myself out there. Went the extra mile. Attended every tradeshow imaginable, chasing leads and trying to make a name for myself.
Anyone who’s done it knows the grind. The long hours. Nights on the road. Endless entertaining.
That’s what made it so tough… to go through all that effort, only to lose
I was standing in our booth at an expo in Cleveland when I got the news. The biggest project I had ever quoted went to another firm. Alpha Engineering.
It wasn’t the first bid I’d lost to Alpha. Lately, they’d been winning several big projects, the kind our firm was known for. The kind we excelled at.
Each time, the client would say the same thing:
“We were just more confident with what Konrad and his team presented.”
I didn’t know who Konrad was, or what made him so special. Clients mentioned his name, but that was it. No LinkedIn. No social media.
He was like a ghost, haunting me from project to project.
As soon as I found out, I opened the tradeshow guide to check the other exhibitors.
Sure enough, Alpha was here.
I wandered over to their booth, lingering at a distance. It was large and ornate, outfitted with monitors showcasing every industrial project they had their hands on.
There were several of their staff there, but one stood out above the rest, and I hated that my eyes went straight to him. Tall. Athletic. Even his suit couldn’t hide his build.
Short buzzed hair and piercing blue eyes that I could see from across the room.
On his finger was an iron ring. The mark of an engineer. On his wrist, a black Submariner. The kind you have to sit on a waitlist just for the chance to buy.
I watched from afar as he talked to several clients, ones that I recognized.
At one point he laughed, and even from across the room I could hear it. They were from a Texas AI firm. I’d just quoted them buildings for their new data center. He was shaking their hands, speaking confidently, smiling. His charm was effortless. Easy smiles, confident handshakes.
It was nauseating. I was certain it was Konrad.
I marched back to my booth, defeated. I had officially lost my biggest project to him just minutes before, and now it seemed like I was poised to lose another. And for what? A fancy watch, an engineering degree?
I had never been surrounded by so many people, yet felt so completely alone. I retreated to my hotel the moment the show ended. Thankfully, I didn’t have any clients to entertain that night. All I wanted was a little quiet.
Needing a drink, I headed for the hotel bar. Thanks to the expo, it was packed. The hostess offered me a seat at the bar, tucked into the corner with only one stool between me and the wall. I accepted and ordered a gin and tonic, surveying the room while I waited.
Everyone still looked like they had just stepped off the tradeshow floor. Badges were hanging around their necks, blazers were half-unbuttoned, drinks were already in hand.
A near-empty glass of amber beer sat beside me.
I heard the stool scrape against the floor as someone pulled it out, followed by the faint scent of smooth, earthy cologne.
I glanced over.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
Konrad sat down beside me, returning to his drink like he hadn’t just ruined my entire week. His eyes stayed on the television above the bar as he took a slow sip.
I had come here to unwind, to escape, and instead I was sitting shoulder to shoulder with my biggest threat.
Trying to be discreet, I stole another glance. He had changed out of his suit and was now wearing a simple black t-shirt. The iron ring was gone. So was the Submariner. Without them, he almost looked… ordinary.
For someone closing the deals he was closing, I assumed he’d be at the most expensive steakhouse in Cleveland with another new client.
Yet here he was, keeping to himself.
The bartender looked up at him. He lifted his empty glass slightly, a silent request for another. She smiled back, too warmly to be casual. Young, attractive, and already under his spell.
As she reached for the glass, her attention stayed fixed on him instead of the bar. The movement nudged my tall gin and tonic, tipping it sideways.
Before it could spill, a large hand caught the glass and steadied it, guiding it back onto the coaster.
His fingers lingered on the rim for half a second longer than necessary before he let go.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” the bartender blurted, her voice tight with embarrassment.
“Don’t worry,” I said quietly. “It didn’t spill.”
“We’re lucky he was sitting next to you! Thank you.”
Konrad and I made eye contact. His icy blue irises cut straight through me. He didn’t look away. The corner of his mouth twitched before he looked back toward the television.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
“It was nothing,” he replied. “Don’t mention it.”
His voice carried a soft accent I couldn’t quite place. He sounded low, calm, and nothing like the confident sales pitch I had overheard earlier.
“Well, this one’s on me,” the bartender told him. “That could’ve been a disaster.”
He gave a small nod, and she moved down the bar to the next cluster of patrons.
I tried to return to my drink. Tried to ignore him.
But the curiosity was already burning.
My gut told me to keep to myself. Yet the question was already pushing its way out.
“Konrad?”
He turned toward me.
“You’re Konrad—with Alpha, right?”
The words came out faster than I intended.
“Yes,” he said. “But… just Konrad.”
I frowned slightly, unsure what that meant.
He extended his hand.
As I shook it, I opened my mouth to introduce myself, but he beat me to it.
“Jordyne, if I’m not mistaken?”
“Uh… yeah.” My brow lifted. “With…”
“Warren,” he finished. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name. Your office… well, you… do exceptional work.”
“Oh. Thanks.” I paused. “But we’ve never met.”
“I saw you in the booth earlier. It’s a small industry.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “There can only be so many smart, tenacious, and attractive associates people talk about before one starts making assumptions.”
He tilted his head slightly.
“My apologies if that offends.”
I studied him for a moment.
“Tenacious, huh?”
He chuckled.
“In a good way. Warren is very fortunate to have you on their team.”
“Says the guy who keeps getting my deals.” The comment came off sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. I fiddled with my drink, spinning it against the coaster.
“Says the woman who takes away just as many of mine. But, we talk about work all day, maybe we can leave that for the expo?”
He had a gentle look about him, as if he had purged all of that unnecessary charm.
“I’d like that.”
I could see how he was so successful. Through the evening, he found ways to make me excited to share about myself, and it felt as if he was truly listening, and intrigued.
I mean, he was a tall, handsome man of mystery, one who I wanted to know so much more about, and yet I was the one doing most of the talking.
But then he’d look at me, and all I could think about were his eyes.
My guard was all but gone. The night was going too smoothly. Hours felt like minutes. We had been there so long, a new bartender was in place.
“Well, if I’m going to be on my feet all day tomorrow, I had best get some rest.” Konrad stood up. “Can I get our tab, please?”
“Oh, you don’t have to. It’s fine.” I reached for my clutch.
“Would you two like a bottle for the room?” The bartender brought a house white, along with two glasses. I looked at Konrad, wondering if he was bold enough to make a move.
Konrad handed him his card, then glanced at me.
“I’m sure she’d like that,” he said, “but one glass will suffice.”
His eyes lingered on mine.
He was being a gentleman, but his tone suggested there may be more to be had.
“No,” I said. “We’ll take the second glass.”
We waited for the elevator doors to open.
I pressed my card against the scanner and selected my floor.
Konrad smiled as the doors slid shut behind us, deliberately not choosing one himself.
For a brief moment, neither of us moved.
“You know, I’m sure we could lose our jobs, even if it was just for the drinks we just shared.” Konrad smirked, staring forward at the elevator.
Then he turned to face me.
I set the glasses and the bottle down.
My rival’s kiss was immediate and hungry, his arms wrapping around me as he pulled my body firmly against his.
His lips were warm, insistent, his tongue finding mine as though he had been waiting all night for it.
His hands slid to my hips, gripping tighter as he drew me closer.
I felt the hard swell of him press against my pelvis, unmistakable. The liquor hadn’t slowed him down at all.
The elevator doors opened on my floor. I had to turn back for the wine; I abandoned the glasses in the elevator. We moved hastily towards my room.
There was a reckless urgency between us. Before the door had even clicked shut behind us, I dropped to my knees.
Konrad undid his belt while I reached for the rest, fumbling with his zipper as the bulge beneath it strained against the fabric.
When it finally came free, I gasped.
Konrad’s long, thick, uncut cock sprang forward, heavy and imposing in front of my face. I had never seen anything so solid, so unapologetically masculine.
I took him into my mouth, pushing down as far as I could manage, only a fraction of him fitting between my lips.
His fleshy, salty taste and his heat were overwhelming.
“Fuck me…” I murmured. The heavy tip glistened with my saliva.
His fingers slid into my hair, gently guiding me back onto him.
I drew the head into my mouth again, savoring the taste as he pushed his jeans and boxers the rest of the way to the floor.
I felt the wine bottle tip over. I couldn’t have cared less. At that moment, I was perfectly content with what I already had in my mouth.
“Good girl,” he whispered. His low voice made me shiver.
I rocked my head back and forth, twisting his shaft with my hand. My fingers couldn’t meet my thumb; his girth was more than I had ever imagined.
It may have sounded unbecoming, but I didn’t care. I gagged and sputtered, determined to feel as much of Konrad as I could. I forced him to the back of my throat, gripping his balls.
A touch on my chin drew me back up. He peeled off his shirt and then helped me remove mine. His lips traced my collarbone as he unclasped my bra, letting my breasts spill free. Every movement was smooth, controlled, deliberate.
Our lips met again, passionately and unapologetically. He didn’t hesitate, retracing the path of my mouth to the places it had been moments before. I undid my button and coaxed my pants down.
His hands slid onto my ass, lifting me with effortless strength. His chest rose and fell, muscles flexing under my touch as he guided me onto the bed with deliberate, commanding ease.
Konrad let his lips worship me, moving with reverent intent. He kissed my neck, trailed down my chest, and then across my stomach, lingering over every inch of skin.
His fingers slipped my panties aside. His tongue teased my inner thigh, and he inhaled deeply, savoring my scent.
Slowly, deliberately, he traced my folds, exploring me with a focus that made my breath hitch and my pulse race.
He paused for a heartbeat, lips just above me, fingers still teasing, and looked up at me.
That gaze, intense and knowing, made every nerve in my body tighten, every thought vanish.
I had no idea what he was going to do next… and I didn’t care.
Konrad’s finger curled, then pushed inside of me. I was soaked. He slid in with no protest. I couldn’t help but squirm and moan.
“Fuck me!” I pleaded.
“Soon.”
One word was enough to make me surrender myself to him. His lips found my clit, gentle kisses interspersed with teasing flicks of his tongue, while his finger beckoned inside me.
I wanted more, craved more. His touch made me ache for the hardness I knew he carried elsewhere.
Konrad’s tongue traced circles around my sensitive knot, alternating between slow, deliberate laps and firmer, insistent strokes. His strong hand applied pressure when needed, then eased, keeping me on the edge.
My body tightened in anticipation, every nerve alight. He was building me toward a climax I wasn’t yet ready to reach—and I couldn’t resist.
My back arched, my toes curled, and then he pulled away. The drastic stoppage made my body thrash.
Konrad inched closer. My legs fell open wider on instinct, knees trembling, exposing everything. I’d never ached like this. My pussy clenched around nothing, slick and swollen from the orgasm he’d just ripped out of me, still pulsing with aftershocks.
He peeled my panties off, casting them to the side of the room. The anticipation was killing me.
He gripped the base of his thick, veiny cock and guided the blunt head to my entrance.
Not pushing in. Just pressing. The heavy knob nudged my folds apart, parting them slowly, letting me feel every ridge as he smeared wetness up and down my slit. He dragged the tip over my oversensitive clit in lazy circles, then pressed hard…right against the hood…and held.
A sharp, electric jolt shot through me. My hips jerked up involuntarily; a broken whimper escaped before I could swallow it. “Konrad…please…”
He didn’t move. Just watched me writhe under that single, unrelenting pressure. His blue eyes darkened, lips curving into the faintest, deviant smile. He liked this. Loved it. The way my body betrayed me, the way my breath hitched every time he flexed his hips just enough to tap my clit again, never giving me the stretch I craved.
He slid the head lower, teasing my opening, pushing just the tip inside, barely breaching me, then pulled back out with agonizing slowness.
The brute’s silence spoke volumes. He even refused me satisfaction from words in this moment.
I clawed at the sheets, thighs shaking. “Please… just…”He leaned down, chest brushing my nipples, mouth hovering over mine without kissing. His free hand pinned my hip to the mattress, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
Control. Absolute. He rocked forward again, deeper this time, two inches, maybe three, stretching me open, letting me feel the burn of his girth before withdrawing completely.
My back arched off the bed. “Fuck, Konrad, I can’t…”
“You can,” he said softly, almost tenderly, but the edge in his voice was steel.
He notched himself again, swirling the head in slow, torturous figure-eights over my entrance, coating himself in my arousal.
He pressed forward once more, halfway this time, holding still while my walls fluttered desperately around him. Every tiny shift of his hips sent sparks racing up my spine.
He knew exactly where the line was: close enough to drive me insane, far enough to keep me on the edge. His thumb found my clit again, circling with feather-light pressure… too light, maddeningly light… while he stayed buried just deep enough to tease that spot inside me without hitting it. My whole body tightened, coiling, hovering right at the brink.
Then he pulled out.
The sudden void left me gasping, hips chasing him uselessly. Tears pricked my eyes from the frustration. “No, please, don’t stop…” He stroked himself once, slowly, letting me watch his fist glide over slick skin.
He stationed his cock against my opening again. I squeezed my breasts and clenched my eyes. My moans pleaded for him. It took all of my willpower not to beg further.
Then he thrust.
Like a battering ram.
The bed shook, the deep surge made my body feel as if it had been split in half.
Our bodies met. My eyes flew open, looking down to see his pelvis against mine. The ache in my body confirmed that he was entirely inside me.
A perverse clarity settled in.
The cool sheets beneath me. The weight of him above me.
What we were doing.
We’d both lose our jobs. Everything I worked for could be gone in an instant.
He wasn’t wearing protection. I wasn’t on the pill. This was by far the most stupid, reckless thing I had ever done… and I didn’t want it to stop.
I admired every one of his muscles flexing on me. The carved outlines on his arms and chest, the way his collarbone stood out. He was a masterpiece.
I could still smell his cologne, but now, it was mixed with our musk. The air was thick, heavy, and sinful.
Konrad pulled back, and I felt his thick cock slither almost out of me, only to ram me again. My nails dragged helplessly down his hard chest, scoring his skin. He smiled, then fucked me again.
He sputtered a primal grunt, then his hand coiled around my throat. He wasn’t trying to impair my breathing, only anchor me to the bed. I was his, and he knew it.
His strength pushed me deep into the mattress. I was pinned, helpless.
My body squirmed under his, but that didn’t hinder him from continuing his onslaught. The sound of his slicked cock pounding into me was driving me feral. His grip around my neck tightened.
I’ve never come from penetration, but I could feel my orgasm building. His size hurt, but in the most rewarding way. He scraped my insides, swelling every erogenous zone.
As I struggled, I stared into his eyes. They were lit with passion. I only wish I could see from his vantage point, to see my dainty body being tossed around the sheets, to see my breasts bounce in rhythm with his motions, to see his cock press inside.
He let go of my neck, and took me by my hips. Lifting me off the bed, he started thrusting with fervour. His fingers dug into my flesh, and his tip grazed my ceiling. The angle was perfect, I felt every inch of him, every protruding vein, every ridge. I clutched my tits, squeezing my perky nipples.
Konrad was sending shockwaves through my entire body. I felt like I could feel him from my toes to my lips. I could have sworn that the lights were flickering, but it was just my body trying to keep up.
His breathing became ragged, his motions were clunky. I could tell he was close, and that’s when I caught his eyes darting down to my pussy. He was likely having the same clarity that I had, realizing that he was about to unleash inside of me.
My legs wrapped around him, locking him in place.
I wasn’t going to be satisfied with anything less than feeling him come inside me.
My body clenched. The sweet sting reverberated in my core.
Konrad’s jaw tightened. Sweat beaded on his brow.
His forceful push drove my skull into the headboard.
“YES!” I squealed. “Fuck, YES!”
He thrust again, and I could feel the warm, slick sensation fill me. It didn’t matter how wet I was, I still felt his cum pulse inside me, coating every inch of me. I squeezed my legs and clenched my pussy. His throbbing cock had me on edge.
The bed clunked against the wall. If I had a neighbor, there was no mistaking what was going on. Between the bed crashing and our euphoric wails, they had all but a front row seat.
As my competitor retreated, I felt his semen spill down my tingling lips. A tremor shot through me, the absence of his meaty shaft made me shiver.
I stared in awe, looking at his body, and seeing him dripping. His heavy, white cum dotted his knob, which was dark and glistening.
Before I could make any kind of move, I felt his lips clamp around my clit.
I don’t know if I was more taken aback by the sudden pressure on my most sensitive region, or that he didn’t shy away from me in the heat of the moment.
“K…Konrad!” I whimpered. My voice gained three octaves, I could barely muster his name.
His tongue circled my knot. There was no gentle introduction this time. He was there with purpose.
One of his brutish hands shot to my throat, keeping me in place, keeping me submissive. His other pressed a finger inside of me.
My cunt had just been pummeled by him, and now, his digit returned with precision. It curled inside of me, pressing against my g-spot.
The cum leaked down me while his finger lifted my body from the sheets.
My orgasm was flirting with me, but with a pressure I had never experienced.
Konrad’s lips sucked, while his tongue flicked back and forth. A second finger found its way inside, beckoning me.
Confusion and hysteria settled in. My body wanted to release, but there was something foreign building, an urge, almost akin to needing to relieve myself. I pawed at the sheets, grabbing the fabric for dear life.
“Now.” He commanded in his deep, powerful voice.
I surrendered.
“FUCK!” I shrieked, feeling the orgasm shoot through me.
My body pulsed, and then, it happened.
A burst of thin fluid leapt from inside of me. It covered his chest. His fingers oscillated inside of me.
His hand moved from my throat onto my lips, quieting my deafening screams.
I felt another warm blast release. I felt faint, on the brink of passing out.
He pulled his head away from me, but kept his hand working. He grinned as I made a mess of my sheets.
My back arched so high I thought I was levitating. The orgasm was so intense that it came with wave after wave.
My weight sank into the damp sheets, my body still trembling in the aftermath. Every nerve felt spent, wrung out, useless.
He withdrew his fingers slowly. The absence made me shiver.
For a moment, neither of us moved.
Konrad sat back on his heels, looking down at me—quiet, composed again, as if he hadn’t just unraveled me completely. His chest rose and fell steadily, already in control.
I reached for his hand, guiding his fingers back to my lips. I tasted everything we’d made of each other, slow, deliberate, unwilling to let it end just yet.
His cock brushed my cheek as I leaned forward, softer now, but still warm. I took him into my mouth briefly, not out of need, but because I couldn’t quite let him go.
When I finally released him, I looked up.
He was watching me. Not with hunger this time, but something quieter. Measured.
That unsettled me more than anything else.
He leaned down and kissed me. It was soft, almost careful. A stark contrast to everything that came before. His fingers traced along my jaw, then slipped into my hair, smoothing it back like he was committing something to memory.
And just like that, the moment shifted.
The air felt different. Heavier. Real.
He stood without a word and began to dress, unhurried, composed. No rush. No awkwardness. Just… certainty.
I stayed where I was, watching him. My body still buzzing, my mind finally catching up.
We’d crossed a line neither of us could pretend didn’t exist.
And neither of us said a word about it.
Konrad pulled on his shirt, then his jeans, leaving the rest behind like it didn’t matter. Before heading to the door, he paused.
Reached into his pocket.
A pen. A spare keycard.
He wrote something down, then set it on the nightstand beside me.
No explanation.
No promise.
Just an invitation.
Then he was gone.
The door clicked shut, and the silence rushed in to take his place.
I stared at the card for a long moment, my body still humming, my pulse slow and heavy in my throat.
We’d both risked everything.
And as I reached for it…
I already knew I wasn’t done.
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