Ivan steps out of the elevator onto the third floor, his dress shoes clicking against the carpet. He adjusts his tie, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he walks down the hall. The anticipation builds with each step, knowing that Chloé awaits him behind one of these doors.
He pauses in front of the correct room, taking a deep breath to steady himself. With a gentle knock, he opens the door, revealing Chloé standing there looking nervous and beautiful as ever. Ivan's eyes roam over her naked form appreciatively, taking in every curve.
"Well this is a surprise," he says softly and wondering why is she naked? The match hasn't started yet. Stepping in the room, he locked the door for privacy.
"You look stunning as always." He crosses the room to her, pulling her into a passionate embrace, his hands sliding down her back to cup her ass possessively.
Ivan kisses Chloé deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hands roam her naked body possessively. One hand cups her breast, kneading the soft flesh while his other hand snakes down her stomach to her bare mound.
He parts her folds, "Someone's eager," he murmurs against her lips, circling her clit with his fingertip.
Ivan walks them backwards towards the nearby pillar, never breaking contact. When Chloé's back hit the pillar, he gently pushes her to it and then kneels between her spread thighs. He spreads her open wider, admiring her glistening pink folds.
"You're so beautiful like this," he says huskily, leaning in to run his tongue along her slit.
The match hasn't started but it doesn't mean they can't have some prematch fun. He's missing for some time and he wants to savor her.
The match officially starts when they're on the bedroom where numerous cameras will be able to capture their match. The living room is camera free and safe for his shenanigans.
