Just closed the Ashton deal. They thought they were negotiating with a businesswoman, but by the end of the meeting, the CEO was practically begging to sign on my terms. My mind is my sharpest weapon, but watching a powerful man's eyes glaze over, his cock straining against his trousers, his focus shifting from the numbers on the screen to the curve of my tits and the sway of my hips... that's my nuclear option. It's not just about the money. It's the primal exchange of power. I leave the boardroom with a better deal for my family, and he leaves with a hard cock and the memory of my scent. Now, who's going to help me work off this adrenaline? I need a bull who understands that a successful woman's hunger isn't just for wealth.