(Renata Pellegrini)My chest goes up and down frantically along with my breathing. I try at all costs not to look at him, but with every second that passes, it becomes more and more difficult as he takes advantage of the situation and I hate myself for my body responding so positively to your touches.The tip of his nose runs along my neck making me shiver, I bite my lips hard trying to repress the good sensations that this contact gives me. Crap! I cover my mouth with my hands, so as not to make some strange sound that wants to come out, while I feel his hot mouth distributing wet kisses over my collarbone and my bare shoulder.How do I control the butterflies deep in my belly?His big warm hands hold my face tightly, his gaze has such intensity that I feel lost, he leans over me and kisses me again, I close my eyes. Once again, I surrender to my boss's delicious kiss. His tongue meets mine; his fingers intertwine with the hair on the back of my neck and hold tight, I lean against hi

(Filippo Valentini)I look at her a little astonished, swallow the saliva, I got lost inside your soft lips, naughty tongue and warm skin. I watch her fix her hair and blouse, without looking at me, your face is all red, I think it's a mixture of anger, excitement and embarrassment."Or maybe you're completely wrong and this is just a little theater", my mind alerts me and in an instant, I feel apprehensive again. I take steps back away from her, I run my hand over my face in order to ease the insane fire I'm feeling, holding the crazy urge to fuck her over my table, I need to stay calm and cold.Shit! Me, a thirty-three-year-old man, being known as the Tech Tycoon, also doing double duty as an FBI agent. Maker of weapons for mobsters, I gave in to desires so easily, bringing it into my living room! Wanting to change your position just out of jealousy! What recklessness!Well, I thoroughly researched her life. I know that she comes from a favela in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. That her "mo

(Renata Pellegrini)"What did the boss want?", Caio asks as I approach the counter.I sigh, I can't tell anyone what happened in that room. I take a seat behind the counter next to Caio and look towards the entrance. I don't like to lie, but Caio has been very nice to me, no need to give him a dry answer, better to lie."I didn't even go into your living room, he told me to leave even before I came in", I make up the excuse, but his eyes look at me suspiciously."You took too long, and your hair is disheveled", he says looking at me.Shit! I run my hand through my hair and feel that there are still some loose strands, I can't look people in the eye while I'm lying. I move my gaze to the ground."I bumped into the vice-president's secretary, that's why, and I also spent a few minutes talking to her, she's very nice", I lied outright.'Please Miss Sophie, I'm sorry for using you like this' - beg in my thoughts."Miss Sophie is very nice and beautiful too, too bad she is a married woman.

(Renata Pellegrini)"There was an unforeseen event at the company, can we reschedule? ... I understand, I hate missing appointments too, but really this problem can only be solved by myself, I ask for your understanding... Well then tomorrow at eight o'clock, meet me there at the hotel", he turns off her cell phone and puts it in her pocket.We exit the elevator and enter his living room, Veronica sits in one of the chairs in front of her desk, he motions with his hand for me to sit in the other one, I sit down. He goes to her seat behind the desk, crosses her arms over her chest and looks from me to Veronica."You almost lost me a million-dollar meeting!", he says with a straight face, what the hell! I didn't mean to get in the way of his business, I just wanted to teach her a lesson in it.I try to keep my gaze upward, but her gaze is cold and emotionless, not unlike the first look he gave me when we first met. It makes me look away and fold my hands in my lap, am I scared, again?'

(Renata Pellegrini)I squeeze my teeth and fists while lifting my gaze and I find myself with the yours, my breathing quickens. I'm angry because he used my words against me, shame for having wavered and aiming too hard at what I shouldn't have, and some other feelings I can't name."Where are you taking me?" I ask firmly, I don't want it to be realized that he has shaken me."To my bed", he replies with a smile. A chill run through my backbone."What do you think we would do in your bed?"He widens his slutty smile, making me realize how suggestive and silly my question was."¿I can list the many fun things that can be done by her...""I-I want to go to my house!" I interrupted his speech trying to remain firm, emphasizing my words."It's already too late""You have a car, you could take me!", I say, I don't know what time it is and I don't even care, I just keep looking at it."I refuse", he says, challenging me with his gaze."How is it? You can't deny it...""And what will you do?