setting and then sign.

This is out. Everything. Thus, such negotiations do not end. Everyone understands that now each of the parties can give up their words, get out of the game, change the rules. And most importantly, I can not clearly explain what happened. Where it all went wrong ...

We are driving in the car to our office. Dima at the wheel. Leads sharply. It can be seen as with the force of the wheel squeezes so that even the knuckles of the fingers turned white. The face is tense. It does not look at me fundamentally. No, now he will not disassemble direct. Wait until the office. And already there, behind the closed doors of his office ...

What will I tell him? That I didn’t like the slightly noticeable lightened exhalation of Fedotov when Dima took up the pen? Or how just barely played a corner of the lips of the general director of JSC Stroyconsulting? Or that his assistant from impatience didn’t break a pen under the table? All this baby talk. And in fact the lost contract for a very tidy sum.

I see that Dima is upset. I want to stroke him on the shoulder, squeeze his hand as he did in the morning. But the reason for his bad mood is me. And this makes me unbearably bitter.

We arrived. He jumps out of the car, flings open my door and, with a grasp of his hand, pulls me out. I almost fall, but he holds tight. Dragging me through the whole office like a naughty kitten. I do not resist. I don't care now. Absolutely. After all, he touches me and I am all in this current. No residue. Let it be, what will be.

- What was it? !!! - he shouts slamming the door.

- What the heck?!!! Where are you going ?! Who allowed you this? !!

I almost cry. First. They used to yell at me and that they didn’t say anything, but I always had one reaction - anger, self-righteousness, sarcasm. And now ... I feel bad.

“I can explain everything,” I babble, barely audible.

- What?! Well, what can you explain now ?! - Dima does not let up. My tears in my eyes make him angry even more.

- I always work like this ... And he ... he smiled. So smiled mischievously ... You did not see, and I saw. Three CEOs for 2 years is not normal! Something is wrong with them, but I do not know what, - the voice is timid, confused. And for some reason I switched to you.

- Bullshit it all !!! Nonsense!

He screams loudly, fiercely. Fist on the table, with vexation, with force. And I stand, completely thinking nothing, not hearing him. The meaning of the words he uttered does not reach me, I just catch his intonation. I tremble with my whole body from fear, resentment and an incomprehensible irresistible desire to bury my face in his chest. Why did I do everything wrong again, and now everything will turn into dust? Again he has complicated his life ... But I already feel that behind his annoyance and anger is the recognition of my rightness, and that his anger is fading. It seems he is starting to trust my intuition.

I can not stand it, take a step forward, and find myself very close, close to it. Swung and fell his head on his shoulder. Eyes down, head spin, legs do not hold. What am I doing? This fragrance of it ... I see nothing and cannot hear anything around, the whole world is about to collapse to hell. I will be dismissed, reprimanded ... I don’t know ... But this heel of his heart, a stifled sigh and a raspy voice ... My blood pulses to the beat of his heartbeat. He will not stir. He wants to hug me by the shoulders, but he cannot. He's the boss, he must stop it. The tenderness of my skin burns his neck. Rubbing your cheek, burrowing, breathing, kissing with warm lips. Unable to break away. Breathes hard. Almost not breathing at all. Everything! Stop! Enough! I open my eyes, pull away. Someone should stop it first and let it be better for me.

God, how am I going to work here now ?! What to say? Nothing yet. I can not look into his eyes, leave silently. She turned around, hid her face in her palm, straightened, exhaled. Everything.

It seems that more than one hour has passed after the working day is over, and I am still sitting in my office at my desk. I whit somewhere in the clouds. Or maybe I fell asleep and did not notice how. I dream that his strong warm hands fall on my shoulders, press down to the table with their weight, squeeze. Exhale pleasure! Still! So along the back, back along the ribs, touching my chest. Lingered there. Covered with a palm, crumpled.Ahhh! It is terrible to open your eyes and lose this sweet flour. But the sensations are so vivid, real, that consciousness floats out of sleep, confused and still not understanding anything. Eyelashes up, look clouded, but this is reality! He is the reality! Here and now. Happiness covers my head, moan breaks out of my chest. I bend like a cat with my whole body towards his hands. I smile, I want to see his eyes. Not now, then. In the meantime, let him whisper in my ear, warming the breath.

“I knew you were there.” The light is on, and she is sleeping, my joy, and hears nothing.

From his words in the head is an explosion of super-bright. I am floating away to a different reality. I do not want to return from there. And why not. Hot hand slides over the thigh, lifts the skirt. Turning around to meet him, looking for his neck neck. I need to breathe it. Vital. Spreading his legs, giving him space for action. Fingers make their way to my pussy, stroking the silk of the panties. How many times have I imagined that he will get to them! I press my pussy against his palm, rub against it. Hot. He dives his head to my stomach, kisses him, approaches his chest. How does the blouse interfere! Naughty fingers undoing buttons. Slip out of her bra. I run my fingers through his hair and press his face to my bare chest. What's going on with me! I lose the boundaries of space, giving myself all his caresses. Lips nipple, pulls in and at the same time two fingers inside me. They are like a bird fluttering in me. Nothing around there except these fingers! I want to see his eyes. I tear off his head from my body, look into his eyes, holding his face in the palms. God, this is not a look! It is a pool, a black hole, a funnel tightening me!

- Dimaaa! - I do not recognize my hoarse voice full of lust and passion.

He understands everything, reads my thoughts. Dramatically jerks my thighs at myself, pulls off my panties and covers my clit with my hot, greedy mouth, flutters my tongue, sucks it in myself, and my fingers continue to caress me inside.

- Aaaaaaa !!!

Convulsively squeeze his head into himself, wrap his hips and finish. I fight in his hands as if under voltage of 110 thousand volts. Holds tightly, does not release, and with force puts pressure on my little button, prolonging my enthusiasm and pleasure. I scream, scream and finally take a deep breath, fill my lungs with it.

- You have mad eyes ...

He looks at me. Smiles From his voice, I melt and melt like ice under the spring sun.

“Do what you want with me,” I breathe out in a half-whisper, half-tone, sliding into his feet at the back of his legs.

His eyes light up with devilish fire. A smile runs over the corners of his lips, and his chest heaves more and more. Gathers my hair at the back of my head, pulls it back, lifting my head up. I understand everything by his grin. Yes! He wants me to put it in his mouth. He wants to see how my tender lips slide over his penis, how a saliva stretches from his head to my mouth, how tears come from my eyes from what he is planting in my throat. All this I read in his eyes. After that paradise to which he sent me, I am ready for him to do anything.

To impossibility I want to feel his hot and hard cock in my mouth. To lick droplets of slightly salty grease, to bury his nose in his groin, sitting down on his dignity. My fingers are already reaching for his lightning. Whack! And his weapon in full combat readiness protrudes towards me. (Especially for eroticspace) I'm not in a hurry, I decide to tease him. I drive the nails along the elastic of his pants. From this caress to him and ticklish, and excites, the spasm passes through his body. He punishes me for such self-indulgence, squeezing my hair tightly and pulling me back. How I like his power over me! In the lower abdomen, everything clenched, and the sponges opened, bleeding dry. I kissed his groin, smoothing my guilt. I pull off his pants, and his cock brazenly buries my face. Rub your cheeks, lips. I feel the feeling of the hardness of his penis and the softness and tenderness of the hot skin on my face.Everything! I can not more! I tightly clasp my head with my lips and slowly draw myself into myself, enjoying every inch of his flesh.

- lilyayayaya !!!

Now he covered with his head. Hammering my dick into my throat. One two Three! Measured inside. Looks into the eyes. Slowly takes out and wipes my thumbs at the tears in my eyes, smears them on the cheeks. From such a combination of rough passion and tenderness, my heart goes to my heels, and a chill runs through my chest. Eyelids heavy, eyelashes tremble. Reach for him again. Deep, slowly swallow, wrap his tongue, not letting go of the mouth. I drill the head. I quickly flutter along the bridle and sit down again tightly, deeply and quickly. I help myself with a pen, massaging his testicles. A wheeze comes out of his chest, he no longer controls himself. Grabs me by the back of the head and thrusts the penis at full length, pouring into my mouth. I dig my nails into his ass and with all my strength I press to myself. It seems I finished with him. I lick the droplets and gently suck the head, squeezing the last grams of sperm. His hand rests on my head, stroking. Removes loose hair from the face. Yes, I'm all his. And he can not tear myself away from me.

***

A month later, the owner of ZAO Stroyconsulting died. It turned out that in recent years he had not actually managed the company, and his heirs, like vultures, could not agree on how to conduct business and divide the inheritance. Frequent change of CEOs was the result of their internecine wars. As a result, Stroyconsulting CJSC was divided, sold in parts and ceased to exist. We have not entered into a contract with them.