Negotiating Skills (10 page)

His eyes quickly scanned the other
folios around the table. Nothing seemed unusual and no one else
seemed surprised in anyway.

Victor stared back at his folio and
gulped in a mouthful of air. On his page surrounded by innocuous
technical jargon and charts was an image of a decidedly more
graphic nature.

The image was of Veronica dressed
exactly as she was at that moment, but with several important
exceptions. The image showed her facing away from the camera. She
was slightly bent forward with her skirt raised up around her hips.
Her fingers were hooked into her thong which was dragged down just
passed the juncture of her thighs giving Victor a perfect view of
her luscious ass and pussy from behind.

Sweat broke across his forehead as
Victor struggled to breathe. He was amazed no one heard the sound
of his dick smacking the zipper of pants. The image in front of him
had him hard as a spike in seconds.

“
Is there a problem, Mr.
Rossi,” came Veronica’s husky voice from across the
room.

Victor raised his heated gaze to meet
hers. She quirked an eyebrow at him as a small flirty smile played
across her lips.

“
Your report has additional
details that might be better discussed at the end of this
presentation. We can explore the details further then perhaps,” she
said.

He had to clear his voice before
responding. Trust Veronica to come up with the most frustrating way
possible to wave a white flag of surrender. He didn’t think his
dick would survive the next hour.

“
Of course,” he managed to
reply smoothly before he ran a trembling hand through his
hair.

“
Perfect, let’s continue
shall we,” she said to the group around the table.

“
CLEO is now completely web
based. Employees can now access it through multiple internet
browsers,” she continued.

“
On page eight you’ll see
the complete browser compatibility list highlighting the enhanced
ease of access.”

Victor began to flip through his
report again but a strange sense of intuition stopped him before
turning over to the noted page. He glanced up to look at Veronica
and he saw a wicked smile play across her lips. He looked back down
and took a deep breath to brace himself before turning the
page.

She’s trying to kill
me
, he thought desperately a second later
as he stared down at the image on the page. This one showed
Veronica spread eagle on her bed, her pussy bared naked, open, and
wet to the camera.

Victor struggled to keep his breath
even and smooth despite his racing heart. The woman was playing
with fire and damn if he didn’t love her for it.

He shifted slightly in his chair
trying to relieve the pressure of his aching dick. He looked back
up and saw heat flare in her gaze before she turned back to the
screen and continued with the presentation.

The minutes ticked by slowly for
Victor. His skin was tight with restraint and all he could think
about was dragging Veronica cross the conference table and fucking
her senseless. His brain just couldn’t think beyond the image of
her cunt open and wet for him.

This was the invitation he had been
waiting for and the contrary woman had issued it as both an
invitation and a challenge. Each ticking second was a battle of
wills between them. She knew what she had done to him and was
enjoying the struggle.

A part of Victor welcomed the
challenge and loved the anticipation. Veronica was his match in
every way.

As the end of the hour slowly
approached Victor was convinced that Veronica was deliberately
drawing out the presentation. He shifted several times in
frustration and with each shift she sent him a naughty little
smile. Despite her discrete flirtatious looks he was able to keep
himself in check…just barely. His heart was no longer racing but
his dick was still hard enough to fuck a hole through the granite
topped table.

“
The final point I’d like to
address is staff training,” she finally said.

“
As you can see CLEO is now
a fully functional application. But unfortunately some employees
may find the transition difficult,” she said pointing the remote to
the screen.”

She threw a glance over her shoulder
and the smile that spread across her lips had Victor’s heart
speeding up again in earnest.

“
If you’ll turn to page
twenty-six you’ll see the staff training projections,” she
said.

Victor almost didn’t want to look but
the heat and challenge in Veronica’s gaze had him looking down and
turning to the page.

Fuck Me
. Victor’s hands clenched into fists as he looked down at the
final image on the page. It showed Veronica lying with her legs
spread, knees bent, and feet planted firmly on her bed. She held a
large dildo in her hand pushing the bulbous tip of the tool into
her dripping flesh. The image was deliciously raunchy, but what had
Victor’s heart stopping were the words written boldly along the
length of the fake cock.

Fuck Me
.

“
As you can see, with proper
motivation and encouragement from upper management there should be
no problem with having the entire staff fully trained in a minimum
amount of time.”

Veronica pressed the switch turning
the overhead lights back on and a loud round of applause came from
around the table.

Victor let his gaze travel down her
body. Her skin glowed and her breathing was slightly
labored.

Anyone looking at her would assume
those things were just a sign of her excitement over the
demonstration, but Victor’s gaze didn’t miss the evidence of her
stiffened nipples or trembling hands by her side.

She just stood there staring at him,
her wet pink tongue darting out to lick her lips promising him
heaven and hell all in one swipe.

Victor’s control snapped.

“
Thank you Ms. James,” he
said not trying to hide the gruffness of his voice.

“
If you all would excuse us,
I’d like to discuss the additional details of my report
now.”

His tone left no room for argument and
the group of VPs and programmers hurried out of the office
oblivious to the smoldering fog anticipation n the air.

Victor didn’t let his gaze waver from
Veronica’s. When the door closed behind the final person Victor
pressed the intercom unit at the table and spoke softly to his
assistant.

“
Marie, cancel all remaining
appointments for the afternoon and go ahead and leave early,” he
said.

“
Yes Sir,” replied the
efficient voice through the speaker.

Victor watched as Veronica
sat calmly down in a chair at the end of the table and crossed her
legs. She quirked an eyebrow at him and her message was
clear.
Come and get me.

Victor’s dick hardened further in
response to her brazen provocation.

He stood and began stalking towards
her. He shrugged off his suit jacket not bothering to see where it
landed.

“
Just so we’re clear,” he
said as he removed his tie and threw it over his
shoulder.

He reached over and swiveled her chair
around to him placing his hands on the armrests effectively caging
her in. He leaned forward and his nostrils flared at the scent of
her. She wasn’t as unaffected as she pretended to be. He could
smell her arousal. The smell was like a wet heavy cloak surrounding
her.

He gave her his own wicked smile as
that small victory whipped through his system.

“
That,” he said motioning
towards his abandoned folio at the head of the table, “is
considered an invitation.”

Veronica tilted her head back and
brought her plush mouth so close to his that her lips brushed his
when she spoke softly.

“
Just so we’re clear,” she
replied huskily, “It is.”

Victor gave a rumbling sound of
satisfaction before clamping his lips on hers in a hungry
kiss.

VERONICA’s body sang out in
relief
at the feel of Victor’s mouth
claiming her own. His kiss was a commanding tangle of nipping teeth
and thrusting tongue.

The taste of him exploded across her
senses mingling with the already heady scents of his heated skin
and spicy cologne.

She needed to get closer to him,
needed to feel all of his heat against her body. She surged to the
edge of her chair and snaked her arms around his neck. As if
sensing her frustration Victor stood dragging her along with him.
Veronica sighed in relief at the first feel of his chest pressed
against hers.

He snaked his palms down to her ass
and slammed her pelvis into him. She moaned at the feel of his cock
hard and throbbing against her stomach. God, he felt so good, so
damn right against her. She could barely think. All she could do
was rub against him trying to get closer.

She hadn’t expected her plan to be so
double edged. It was meant to be an invitation and a challenge. She
wanted Victor to know that she was willing to share the control so
that they could both be satisfied. He got to chase and she got to
be captured but she hadn’t expected this gnawing need.

Her womb was clenching and her breasts
were heavy and tight with need.

Watching his reactions to her pictures
had turned her on to an explosive degree. Each shift of his body
and heated gaze had licked a wave of heat through her.

The need to stretch his breaking point
had warred with her need to prolong her own anticipation and aching
arousal.

He grabbed her thigh and raised her
knee up to his side. His hands found the edge of her skirt and
shoved it up to her waist. She could only groan her agreement and
hook her leg around his waist pulling him in closer.

His answering grunt turned into a moan
as his hands found her bare flesh and ground her against him. It
wasn’t enough. She needed more.

Her pussy had long passed drenched and
her clit was throbbing a tattooed rhythm that had her desperate to
have him inside her, desperate to feel his throbbing heat thrusting
into her.

She whimpered a protest when his mouth
left hers.

“
No,” she whispered
desperately pulling his head back down to hers.

He jerked his head back. His teeth
were clenched and his breaths came out in quick pants. He shook his
head as if to clear it. His palms clenched on her ass checks before
pulling her away from him.

“
Naked, now,” he demanded as
he began shoving his shirt from his chest.

Yes
naked
, she thought. She needed see all of
him.

The hard expanse of his chest was just
as delicious as she imagined. It was a hard bronzed landscape of
muscle and sinew. Her mouth watered at the thought of running her
lips over the curves of his pecs and the rigid planes of his
stomach.

She licked her lips as he worked his
belt free of his pants. Since the day she caught him masturbating,
she had fantasized about his dick. She wanted to fill her mouth
with it, to taste him as he exploded down her throat.

She saw his hands still at his zipper
and her gaze flew up to his face in desperate question.

“
I said now,” he barked as
he lunged forward. He clasped the edges of her blouse and ripped it
open.

Buttons scattered into the air and
clanged to the floor. Veronica was barely able to get out a gasp
before Victor pulled her back in for a scorching kiss.

Her hands reached up to stroke across
his chest to his naked back. She tried to pull him closer but his
hands kept her back as he removed the rest of her clothing. When he
finally stopped blocking her movements she pressed herself against
him and they both moaned at the feel of her naked breasts pressed
against his chest.

Yes this was much better, this skin to
skin merging. Why she had fought so hard against this perfection
was beyond her comprehension.

He lifted her up and she wrapped her
legs around his waist. She felt his stomach clench at the feel of
her moist center rubbing against it.

He leaned forward and she felt the
cool touch of the hard granite conference table on her
bottom.

She felt his hands blaze a path up her
ribs and cup her breasts. He cradled her breasts in his hands,
palming them before squeezing them. She squirmed on the table, her
body begging for his rough touch.

His fingers swept forward and he began
tugging at her nipples, pulling them forward in short pinches. He
pulled his mouth away from her lips and trailed hot kisses down her
throat, licking and nipping at her skin in hunger.

When his wet mouth finally wrapped
around a taut nipple she couldn’t hold back her loud
groan.

He grunted in response to her groan,
raising his lips only long enough to push the two aching globes
together. Her nipples scraped against each other and he hissed his
approval at the site before taking them both into his
mouth.