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Yeah, I go there.
I shouldn't and I know it, but I'm just as red-blooded as the next guy, and India is a hot beautiful woman with curves that would drive any man wild with lust.
I stroke until my eyes roll back into my head, imagining her coming around my cock. That sends me over, my orgasm starting, pleasure spiking through me as I come. I groan, leaning one hand against the wall as the pleasure peaks and my cock pulses in my hand.
Finally spent, I wash off, and leave, wishing I had someone real with me at that moment instead of visions of India. I imagine what we'd do if she was my lover in addition to my partner. We'd probably dry each other off and go to the kitchen to get something to drink before hitting the sack together, falling asleep in minutes because we were both spent.
I kick myself mentally. Our partnership will only work if we keep it clean and professional.
Like an idiot, I broke that wall down tonight by kissing her.
It won't happen again.
The next day, it's a bit awkward when I show up in the boardroom at the office and she's there alone, waiting for me so we can go through the presentation and do any last-minute changes as needed before our trip tomorrow.
"Hey," I say and take my place at the head of the table. She's sitting beside my chair and has the computer fired up and the projector running. I'm not ‘first among equals’ – we really are partners – but I tend to be the business face of Pacifica and she tends to be the communications face. She does the presentations, and I talk hard numbers. It's just the way we work together.
"Hey back at you," she says and forces a smile. Is she feeling that freaked out over the kiss and my stupid comment about pity? I hope she gets over it, and fast.
I lean back in my chair, putting on my glasses so I can see the screen at the end of the room. "Be my guest," I say, and motion to the projector.
She starts the slideshow, and runs through the presentation, talking about the company and how it was founded and grew to be the multimillion-dollar company that it is today, competing with the biggest corporations for contracts. She's good, has it down pat, and I have no quibbles with it. But she's a perfectionist and rearranges a few slides so she can spend some time focusing on the history of our latest product – the Heads-Up Display system we developed for the Army. She's really proud and I can see she loves to talk about it and the integrated coms system we developed to augment it.
While I listen to her describing the new communications satellite, I catch myself staring at her. Damn, she's so smart and attractive… If I were to marry some day, it would be someone like India. Someone with brains and looks and who knew how to have fun. I'm sure she's also good in bed. Just looking at her suggests she'd be fucking hot.
The presentation's great, but of course, I think about how the military types in the meeting will respond to having a woman give the presentation. I know what they'll be thinking: They'll be thinking they'd like to fuck her brains out. They'll be wondering what's under her dark blue suit and beneath her knee-length skirt. They’ll imagine stripping off her clothes and warming her up with their tongues and fingers before filling her up with their hard cocks.
Or maybe that's just me.
Damn.
I breached the wall that separates us and now I can't stop going there.
When she's done with the presentation, I'm still imagining her with her hair down, her body naked and spread out beneath me, her legs spread wide, my dick sliding in and out of her hot wet pussy.
"What do you think?"
I blink and try to focus. What do I think? I think I want to fuck her so badly that I'm going to have to go into the executive washroom and beat off before I'll be able to get any work done.
"Great," I say, nodding, a pencil in my hand, my glasses practically fogging up from the steam coming out of my ears. "I think we're good to go. Now all we have to do is get on our plane to Washington and deliver this sucker."
"What time's our flight?"
"Eleven thirty-five a.m. Two first-class seats on Virgin."
She makes a face, raising her eyebrows. "Not business class?"
"I got the seats upgraded. Perks of being an executive member."
She nods. "Will we be staying at the Hilton? I forgot to check with Cyndi."
"The usual."
She packs up her laptop and turns off the projector. "Well, I better get to it – finalizing the presentation." She checks her cell and must have a message. "Marina wants to know whether you're going to her party on Saturday."
"I wouldn’t miss it."
"Good. I'll let her know." She texts something back and then stands. "I’ll probably work all day today and the presentation should be in the can by supper. Should I meet you at the airport tomorrow or will we drive there together?"
