Their bodies blended as if they were one. Her hands moved slowly up his muscled arms and gently onto his broad shoulders. She enjoyed the feel of moving her hands over his arms. The music seemed to surround them, forcing them to sway against each other. She felt his legs pressing against hers. She felt his arm tighten around her waist…leading…coaxing her body to the music.

"SPARKY! You awake? I’m talking about killing competition and raising the game - you look like you’re miles away! I asked, what’s your opinion?"

"My opinion? Uh, it’s yes, I agree."

Laughing, Michael walked over to where Jessika was sitting on the couch. Sitting next to her he pulled her against him, "You agree, do you? You don’t got one idea what the fuck I’ve been talking about. You got that damn look in your eyes."

Jessika tried her best to sound indignant, "I was too paying attention. You were saying we have to raise the game. And that we need a corporate identity and things like that."

Michael’s hand was rubbing her shoulder as he leaned back on the couch. Closing his eyes the warmth of her body began to relax him as she leaned closer into him. She always felt good. When she was pressed against him, it seemed like the only time he could relax. He thought that he’d take an hour with her and not care about raising the game. That could wait – right now she had that dreamy look and when she had that look he knew she was all his. Right now he had other plans.

If she was anyone else, not paying attention to what he’d said, he’d have fired her long ago. He had thought of it years ago to get rid of her, but he never had anyone in his life that looked at him the way she did. She’d been with him for years now and he knew she wasn’t cold hearted enough in business. She was the best he’d seen in business matters, besides him. On a rough and calculated business deal she’d do it well, and see it through the way it needed to be done. She’d never lose and she’d be as fair and equitable as possible. But, she’d win, since that’s what he sent her to do. Then at home she’d cry and be sick over what she did, agonizing over every detail of the acquisition making sure she did it all correctly.

"Michael, I really agree."

He smiled and hugged her tighter to him, "Yeah. I know, and I know you’ll do what has to be done, but you were thinking those silly woman dreams of yours. I can tell. After all these years I know when you’re doing that dreamy shit you do. So, where were we? On some dumb beach - kissing or something."

Jessika stiffened against him and her voice was formal, "Michael, what made you think it was even you I was doing any dreamy shit about?"

Getting up Michael locked his office door – then walking to a wall he pressed a panel and the private door swung open. Looking over at her he held out his hand. "Okay, Jessy girl, come on, for an hour or so we do your dreamy shit break and then back to work."

Jessika grinned – "Yes!" she jumped up running past him into her special room. No one in the company knew about her special room behind his office. Only Anthony knew it existed, since he had to be there every night while the workers completed it. It was her special room complete with the colors Jessika loved. It was all blues, greens and lavender. It had a pretty sitting area, with a large leather couch and stereo. At the other end was a four-poster bed that Jessika had picked out of a magazine. She never thought that she’d ever own it, or that Michael was even paying attention when she pointed it out to him. The room was too feminine and soft looking for Michael. He always laughed that if anyone found it off his office that they’d think he was homosexual. But, when he was building this room off his office he decorated it with the things she’d always shown him but that he’d never allow in his home. It was a special place for her that he’d never allow in his own house. He felt it would show weakness and that would be a target. She’d always wanted one room to be, what she referred to as pretty, but he’d always refused. Finally, he felt it safer for her to have her pretty room at work. One day he opened the door and they went into her perfect dreamy place as he called it.

Walking to the stereo Michael put her favorite singer on, "Okay, Sparky. Don’t give me that look. Okay, okay, for now, I’ll call you Jessy! Damn woman, you’re such a chore – Here, I even put on that singer you like."

"Michael, maybe we could dance nice and slow?"

Michael grinned, "Is that what we were doing in the dreamy stuff you do?"

He’d already grabbed her in his arms when she struggled to get free. She went to tell him to fuck off when he whispered, "Stop, Jessy, I’m only teasing." He knew, as always, that once he held her in his arms that she’d melt against him. She always did, and he knew that she always would. She felt herself leaning into him and she whispered, "I know you want to get back to business, but I just need this for a bit."

She felt his hands massaging up and down her back…his lips kissing her neck. She felt her clothes slowly being removed while they danced. This was her dream – Michael – holding her…dancing…loving only her. As their body’s slowly moved to the music he held her in one arm, while he stripped out of his clothes. Then pulling her against his strong chest he had her softness pressed against him.

She heard his voice soft but with a teasing tone, "Bet ya didn’t think I could dance this good, huh?"

She leaned back and gazed into his eyes, "Michael, from the day I met you I knew you could do anything, and then some!"

He grinned, "Good answer!"

He moved like he owned her, and her body knew exactly what turns he demanded and what moves he’d make. He liked how she moved with him. He could feel the total control he had over her body and mind. He owned them both and would always keep them safe. Shifting her in his arms he pressed her body toward the bed, until he lifted her, placing her onto it. He felt her protest at first when he started to pick her up, but he knew her insecurities and quickly said, "Stop, Jessy, I can lift three of you." Placing her gently on the bed and kissing her neck he waited for that song he knew she loved. He didn’t know the name of it but knew as soon as he heard "Love doesn’t ask why, it speaks from the heart and never explains…" that was when he’d start.

Stretching her arms high above her head he moved over her. Spreading her soft thighs with his strong muscled legs he felt the shiver of expectation run through her body. He heard her whispered words of need and felt the first stretch of her body as he entered her. After all the years they’d been together she was still the best he’d every enjoyed fucking. He didn’t want to own any other woman, but still liked to fuck others. But, for now he had the woman that he owned under him, and she was his - his world was calm.

"Michael, I know you hate to hear it, but I need and love you."

He knew she wanted him to say something similar, but all he answered was, "That’s good – Ya better never think of stopping."

His kisses were hot and demanding. He felt her wetness pulling him in tighter and hotter. Her nipples were hard against his chest when he felt her legs wrap tightly around his waist. He held her tighter against him ramming harder into her soft body. He liked how she whimpered with each ramming thrust of his cock. He felt her teeth biting into his shoulder…he felt her body shivering with need for him. He heard her words of love but couldn’t say them to her. But, he knew that she knew in his own way that he loved her.

"Jessy, keep loving me. Just don’t stop, girl. Keep being emotional over me."

Kissing her deeply he felt a need of possession that he’d never felt before in his body or mind.

"Now Jessy, give me it. I want to feel it."

He could feel the moment her body started to find satisfaction on his thick cock. It was a feeling like her body tightening on him, demanding that he come into her. With a groan of satisfaction at having his woman under him he arched his back shooting his load into her needing body. It felt like always, as if he came into her for hours exhausting him when it was over. It seemed as if a far away voice in his mind told him that they had to end it and get back to work. His body was exhausted while he rolled over onto his back pulling her next to him. He didn’t want to move.

Then he felt her kissing his shoulder, "Michael, I love my room. I wish we could stay here the rest of the afternoon."

He kissed her, pulling her tighter against him…hugging her closely to him. "Wish we could, but we only have about twenty minutes left. How about we do that together shower thing you like, and then we get dressed and get back to work. Then, we go to the house in Jersey for the weekend and I’ll make you lasagna. That will be like one of those dreamy things ya like and I thought of it first. Sound good?"

Leaning up she gazed into his eyes, "Yes, Michael – a dreamy thing and you thought of it first. You must be getting to be full of that dreamy-shit also?"

He kissed her, "Don’t push your luck! Got it?"

She laughed and jumped off the bed and answered, "Got it and I got you, whether you admit it or not."

He laughed and walked after her, "Sparky, get your damn ass in the shower. I don’t admit to nothing."