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Julio nodded in agreement. “There is a lot of money on the table. The fate of their consortium and their reputations are on the line. Keep them focused on the idea that you are here to give them a solution to their own fuck-up, not to sell them something.”
# # #
As lights dimmed and the projector came on, a hush fell in the room as Lissa took her spot in at the front. The crowd of mostly European men seemed to focus on her, expectantly, appreciatively. Lissa was glad she’d worn the sexiest of her blouses, the shortest of her business skirts, and the highest of her heels. Hands down, she was about to give the most important presentation of her career, and she wasn’t going to ignore a single advantage. Lissa knew that Julio was off to her left, watching her, his hopes riding on her ability to persuade. She couldn’t--wouldn’t let him down. Like a defense attorney about to give her final argument, she waited for every person in the room to give her their full attention.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, you have no reason to abandon this project. In the next few minutes I will show you exactly how you can achieve your original dream, on time and on budget with the application of just a few critical and necessary modifications.”
For the next fifteen minutes, Lissa was on her game, dazzling the consortium members with her brilliant analysis, and explaining the importance and utter necessity of her creative workarounds. She’d brought them around, softened their skepticism, and when she finished her presentation she was met with loud applause. Julio joined her at the front and they fielded questions, together. Lissa felt flush with the success of their efforts together, and very happy working by Julio’s side.
The head of the consortium came up to shake first Lissa and then Julio’s hand. “Ms. Edwards. I warn you that you promised a great deal today.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“All this is, of course, theoretical,” he continued. “But, you seem to believe it will work. So we will throw down a challenge. We will give you one month to prepare a full proposal. You won’t be competing with anyone, but we will hear it and give you a yes or no when we see your vision, and the details of implementation.”
“We’d be gambling a great deal,” Julio said.
“Your colleague seems confident. We rather enjoyed her American optimism. I assume you meant what you said?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well then. We will see you here in one month.” He patted Julio on the back and walked away.
# # #
“You were incredible,” Lissa started at the sound of Julio’s voice close to her ear. She hadn’t realized he’d come back in the room, or that he’d managed to stand directly behind her without her knowing. Two of the consortium sat in the back row having a private conversation. Abby had already left with the projector and most of the other materials on a cart, but Lissa was putting together her notes and making sure nothing confidential was left behind.
Julio stepped in closer to her, and kissed that sensitive spot at the back of her neck. The men in the back didn’t notice. Instinctively, Lissa adjusted her neck, giving him better access. The men at the back row, started to stand up. Lissa pulled away from Julio.
“Not here,” she whispered.
She wanted to get him back to her room, or his, it didn’t matter. She wanted the victory fuck, she deserved it, they both deserved it.
But then the damn images of those pictures crossed her mind.
He was a player, Willa, those other women.
She had to think of her children, of getting a life, of not being some billionaire’s booty call. With those images taking over her brain, elation from the success of the meeting evaporated, and the fiery need that had only moments before tugged at her soul, became replaced by a dull, aching pain.
Without warning, Lissa rose from the table, and hurried out of the room, straight to the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror, her hands gripping the marble counter. She felt hot, there was sweat running down her neck, and slicking her chest and forehead. A wave of nausea doubled her over the sink. She channeled her breath, quick shallow gasps, as she waited for the sick feeling to pass. After she could lift her head without the fear of passing out, she splashed cold water on her face and then looked at herself. “What’s your problem, girl?”
At first there was no answer, but as she waited, understanding dawned. Now that the project was more or less in the bag, he wouldn’t be needing her anymore. He’d expect her to go back to the states and take the boys with her, go back to the way things were before. Sure, he might call on her expertise from time to time, but it was nothing that required her presence. There was nothing that couldn’t be done remotely from here out.
Except, of course, when he was in the mood to play father. He could just pop by for a hour or two off poppa time. He’d probably want her to open her legs for him then, as well. Kill two birds with one stone on each visit, baby time and booty call.
A weight seemed to settle behind her chest.
She didn’t want to be just a booty call, just a girl in one of his ports, waiting for her turn at some mind-blowing sex. Her logical mind had the answer. Tell him how you feel.
But, the part of her that had been hurt before, the part that didn’t want him feeling pressured into marriage or anything serious just because of the accident of the three births, that part of her couldn’t bear playing a part in forcing something that he didn’t really want.
If he didn’t feel the same way, if he wasn’t falling for her the way she was falling for him – then it was just great sex and nothing more…. And if that’s all it was, then he was right. They should celebrate with a fuck. A simple, no-strings attached pussy-convulsing fuck.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“There you are,” Julio said excitedly the moment she stepped into the hallway. “I wasn’t sure if you’d gone back to the room. I was about to go up and check, in case you were laying on your bed, naked, waiting for me. Did I tell you how incredible you were in there? You had them eating out of your hand. Now, I want to take you back to my room and eat out your…” He finished the last word with a meaningful grunt, punctuated with a pinch of her ass.
“Why wait?” she said to him, and to herself, she said. If you’re going to be a slut for your career, then you should do it right.
At the entrance to a hallway, Lissa saw a hotel maid pushing a bathroom cleaning cart. She stopped front of the bathrooms near the entrance to the conference area, about twenty yards away. She looked around and realized that they were all alone in that part of the hotel. It was late, and there were no other meetings going on. This would be perfect.
She grabbed his hand and placed it on her right tit, and said, “Now.”
Julio’s eye brow lifted with surprise, and then he pulled her against him so fast and so hard, it knocked her breath away. He the kiss came, it was possessing, demanding, and knee weakening. Her doubts and concerns collapsed and she became caught up in the moment.
“You are the most beautiful, incredible woman in the world, Lissa, you make me insane.”
“I---
His mouth claimed her words. Time, place, work, children, everything disappeared except for his body, his touch, his incredible lips and tongue. He gripped her buttocks, and forced her hips against his need. She ground against him, the sensation annihilating all other thoughts. And then he stopped. “I want you now,” he groaned, his breath hot against her ear.
She gasped as he pulled her skirt up high on her hips, then slid his fingers behind her panties and into the wet heat of her sex. As his fingers spread her wetness, she groaned as her breathing quickened. High pitched laughter and the sounds of voices, carried from the main part of the hotel, just thirty feet away. But, that didn’t stop him. He changed his position, and added another finger, pushing it deeper inside her, as he tried to suck her nipples through her blouse.
A slutty fantasy filled her mind, and she wanted to turn around and bend over and have him take her right there in the hall. She wanted to feel
him inside her, filling her, possessing her. But, then three innocent perfect baby faces popped into her head, and she knew she couldn’t do anything that bold, that risky. Who would take care of her baby boys if both parents got nipped on indecency? “Not here, please,” Lissa’s breath came in ragged gasps. “Let’s go to our room.”
“No, you’re going to come right here, right now,” he growled.
The maids cart wheels echoed in the hall and Julio flattened them against the wall. But then the wheels stopped. He peeked around the palm and said. “She’s doing the next bathroom, we have time.”
And then his hand was back up her legs, fingers probing, exploring within her wet folds.
He kissed her hard, almost bruising her mouth, as he worked her clit with his circling thumb.
“There, there, come for me beautiful.”
Before she could protest, the pleasure erupted inside her, as she convulsed around his fingers. He swallowed her cries with his lips, breathing in her pleasure. Her knees went weak.
He caught her, and helped her skirt back down her thighs.
Shhhhh,” he said, as the maid pushed the cart past them, paying them no mind whatsoever. Lissa placed her hand on his erection, gasped at how hard and big he felt behind the fabric of his Italian suit. The maid put her cone outside the lady’s room, and Julio tugged on Lissa’s arm, pointing to an empty set of conference rooms at the far end of the hall. “If I can’t put my cock into your perfect pussy right now, I’m going to fucking die.”
Lissa felt the same way.
Once inside the unlit conference room, Julio dropped his pants in an instant, not bothering to remove his expensive Italian shoes. In the middle of the room, with not even a table for support, he lifted her body off the ground and positioned himself between her legs.
She was so wet with desire and recently coming that his cock went all the way in until she was speared onto his dick. He had one strong arm under her ass and the other at the small of her back. He began to fuck her, relentlessly, without reservation.
Hanging on for the ride of her life, Lissa tried to lock her ankles behind his back as she held on, grasping her fingers around his collar for support.
He fucked her, his body moving backwards a little with each thrust.
“Yes, fucking, yes!” He grunted, as he picked up speed.
Lissa felt his body tense, the calm before the storm. And then she was lost at sea, as the powerful gale of his cock batted against her hull, splintering to bits the last of her reservations, flooding her decks with waves of crashing pleasure, sinking her forever into a sea of bliss.
Time stood still, as Lissa blacked out a little, drunk on what his body could do to her, what his cock could do to her, what he could do to her.
A short time later, as they ventured back into the hallway, the cleaning cart was gone. Their clothes were back in place, but they couldn’t hide the sweat, the messy hair, the flushes on their faces, or the smell of sex and cum on their bodies.
They walked in silence, separated by a few feet, wanting to appear like two professionals wrapping up after a long day, and not the people who’d just fucked like rabbits where anyone could have walked in on them.
