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As the meeting progresses, I find myself getting lost in the details of their proposal. They outline strategies for joint research and development, emphasizing their expertise in cutting-edge technology that would complement BioCore's existing capabilities.

"And what would the return be on such a large investment of our funds and resources," Anderson probes, getting straight to the point with his typical skepticism.

Rather than answering him, the lead representative, David Corney, shifts his attention to me. "Mr. Harris, we are looking to do something no other pharmaceutical company has ever been able to accomplish. We want to shift the paradigm of the industry, break free from the confines of traditional medicine, and explore new frontiers that hold the promise of revolutionizing healthcare as we know it."

I lean forward, my interest piqued by their audacious claim. Corney's words resonate within me, reigniting the fire that once burned brightly in my soul. I remember why I chose this path, why I dedicated my life to pushing the boundaries of what was deemed possible. The passion that propelled me to start BioCore all those years ago floods back, and my eyes gleam with a renewed sense of purpose.

Corney continues, his voice steady but filled with conviction, "We believe that by combining our innovative technology with your visionary leadership, we can revolutionize the field of medicine. Together, we can defy expectations and reshape the future of healthcare."

His words wrap around me like a warm embrace, bringing back memories of the passion and idealism that ignited my career. I remember the days when I first stepped foot into BioCore as a young scientist, armed with nothing but a dream and a relentless drive to make a difference.

Taking the notepad and pen from the middle of the table, I scrawl a number and slide it over to them. I don't say anything as their team huddles around the stationary pad to get a look.

Corney looks up at me with a big, fat grin spreading across his face that I can't stop myself from returning in full.

"Looks like you've got yourself a partner, Corney," I say finally.

Standing, we exchange a handshake with our new business partners and Anderson and Collins explain the legal processes they should expect. I quietly dismiss myself, with Charlie staying close behind. Outside and away from the others, she congratulates with eyes laden with pride.

"You did it, Jackson," she whispers, her voice filled with genuine awe. "You did something both kind and amazing in there. I just know good will come of this partnership-"

With a surge of exhilaration coursing through my veins, I grab Charlie by her waist and pull her body flush to mine as I press a kiss to her soft, inviting lips. She gives into me immediately, hands resting gently on my chest.

Breathing heavily, we pull apart, our eyes locked in a shared moment of exhilaration. The world around us fades into insignificance, leaving only the pulsating energy between her body and mine. With her hands still on my chest, Charlie smiles, her lips lifting up at the corners in a bashful yet playful smirk.

"I could do that all day," she murmurs, glancing down at my mouth.

But before I can respond, the distinct sound of footsteps reverberates through the corridor, jolting us out of our intimate moment. Panic sets in as we realize the risk of being caught together in such a compromising position. Thinking quickly, I grab Charlie's hand and pull her towards the nearest door, praying it leads to some sort of refuge.

Luck is on our side as we stumble upon an open janitor's closet. Without hesitation, I usher Charlie inside and close the door behind us, sealing ourselves off from prying eyes and wandering ears. The small space is dimly lit, filled with an assortment of cleaning supplies and a lingering scent of disinfectant.

Both of us hold our breath, straining to listen for any signs that we've been discovered. Footsteps continue to echo in the hallway outside, growing fainter with each passing second. The tension in the air thickens as we stay hidden in this cramped space, waiting for the coast to clear.

"Why are we hiding?" Charlie whispers. Her breath caresses my neck like a sweet breeze.

I meet her gaze through the darkness. Without speaking, I cup the back of her head and cradle her gently, kissing her deeply... slowly... sensually... until her moan breaks the silence.

And breaks the last shred of my self-control.

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JACKSON

"Iwant to fuck you," I whisper against her lips, "Right here, right now."

Her mouth falls seductively open, eyes glazing over.

I pull her rougher against me. "What do you say, hm?"

She takes a breath, but doesn't say anything. I grin, realizing that I've left her speechless. That's fine. It's about time someone else was in charge.

"Turn around, darling."

She obeys dutifully, shifting around in the dark space until her chest is pressed against the wall. Her ass automatically arches back into my dick and I immediately snatch her hips, pressing our bodies harder together where it feels best.

"Mm, fuck," I groan.

My hands push her shirt upward, revealing a sexy sliver of skin for me to admire. So soft... Moving my hands back down, I hook my fingers in the band of her pants and tug them down with me. Slowly, her taut, round ass comes into view with a black thong for an accent.

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