The night did not go smoothly for him, but he greeted the day with a little hope. He will try to catch his eyes today and, if he can, put the conversation down. If the opportunity allows and Stefan does not seem very inaccessible, he will mention in passing that his colleague is planning a vacation in Tenerife. Wait for the lover's reaction. Szwedas is tactful enough that if he is willing to respond to the invitation positively, he will do it in the right way. So with such a decision, Mikołaj went to the office.
On a good morning he was greeted by a stir. The receptionist seemed strangely excited. He didn't ask her anything. He wasn't in the habit of gossiping, and if it turns out really important, he'll find out everything.
He wasn't wrong. He barely entered his office when Ewka burned out:
"There is police in the company. They talk to the president and the Szwedas."
She was more agitated than the girl at the reception.
"It was obvious that they would come," Łukasz said curtly. "They're investigating."
"Will they interrogate us?" she worried.
"Perhaps" Mikołaj took his place and smiled comfortingly. "But we have nothing to worry about. Even if they ask us a few questions, so what?"
"You are strangely calm," Kinga said.
"People with a clear conscience don't have to worry about anything."
"And you have it clean?" She asked in her irritatingly calm tone, which for some reason caused something at the bottom of his conscience to speak.
"In this case - yes. Surprised?"
"Not really," she admitted.
She was young, very pretty and damn intelligent, but with this approach to people it will be hard for her to find a husband, concluded Mikołaj.
He did not want to show it, but he himself felt anxiety hearing that the police were talking to the Szwedas. This was perfectly predictable, but he couldn't help but think that it would not be a pleasant conversation for Stefan. Of course, he himself is innocent, but serving as an intermediary between the corporation and the police certainly posed some difficulties. The Szwedas will most likely have a very stressful and tiring day and having spent time with the law enforcement officers, there will not even be an opportunity to approach him, not to mention proposing joint sex.
It wasn't quite fair. Not to Stefan and not to Mikołaj. Because of someone's stupidity or ill will, their absolutely innocent private life suffered.
Well, maybe not so innocent, but certainly not requiring police intervention.
Thinking in this way, Skrzynecki found an email from his lover. The mail was business. He read it and looked at Kinga.
"Have you seen a message from Stefan?" He asked.
"Yes."
"So that's fine."
The email was addressed to him and Kinga and said that the girl was asked to appear in his office to answer a few police questions. They almost certainly don't suspect that she is the criminal. The crimes that the president mentioned at the meeting started before she started working for their company. And if she's not suspicious and is still being summoned, it means that the investigation will start revolving around someone else from his department.
Is that why she asked if he had a clear conscience?
At the appointed time Kinga got up and left without saying a word to her colleagues. They looked down at her as she left the room.
"The Szwedas asked her to settle a matter," he explained lightly. Did not help. Everyone knew that she worked part-time for a Szwedas, but Ewka hung her head. Łukasz pretended to work.
They are nervous, Mikołaj realized. Maybe even more than he does. Everyone has a sin on their conscience that can accidentally come to light. Smaller or more serious, private or professional, everyone has something they would like to keep secret. He wasn't better. He dreamed of letting Stefan fuck himself again, but he would probably die of shame if someone found out about it - including the Szwedas.
Should he somehow comfort them, ensure that everything will be all right?
"Listen, these few days will be crazy, but don't forget the most important thing," he said. "About our work. Now we may need to be more accurate than before. Old clients may have a grudge that the data entrusted to us may have been used against them, so they will have to be appeased. The new ones may be afraid to trust us, so these will need to be convinced that it was a one-time incident. That's why all we should worry about now is good customer relations. Ok? "
"All in all," Łuksza admitted.
"Great."
Kinga was back in forty minutes. Without a word, she took her place. Within a minute Skrzynecki received a new email from the Szwedas.
"Come to my office, please, at 14:30. I would like to discuss an issue."
Mikołaj 's heart skipped a beat. "Discuss an issue," hm. He glanced at Kinga. Could her testimony require his explanation? What could she say, that girl who hasn't even worked here for a month? What could she catch with her extraordinary intellect?
Or maybe this "certain issue" is not about a business matter? Maybe Stefan wants to discuss something more personal with him?
Yes, he thought, forcing his heart to a calmer rhythm. It is better not to fall in vain hopes.
But why does he have such hopes at all? Why is what between him and the Szwedas, which he can't even call a relationship, start to bother him more and more?
That day time decided to flow three times slower than usual. Every now and then Mikołaj glanced at his watch to finally go out to meet Stefan and his thoughts ran from the anxiety that it was related to what Kinga had said, to the still vivid hope that maybe the Szwedas wanted to talk to him on less official topics.
He did not work alone in a slightly nervous atmosphere and silence. Ewka and Łukasz were strangely depressed. Only Kinga looked exactly the same as always - absolutely emotionless, busy with her duties.
When the right time finally arrived, Mikołaj stood up.
"I'm going out for a bit," he said with a typical, calm smile.
He was laconic as King before, but this time there would be no one to explain where he was going. Kinga, even if she knows more than she shows, will not tell anyone anything. She wasn't such a type.
Szwedas in his message did not even say a word that there would be police present, yet Skrzynecki was slightly worried about this possibility. Not that he was guilty and wanted to hide it, he just wanted to see Stefan alone and if the opportunity allowed him to say a magic word.
Approaching his office, however, he lost confidence in his decision. He knew by knocking that he would not decide to say it. All this confusion at work, all this investigation somehow disagreed with what they both did outside of work.
Resigned, he came in as soon as he heard the invitation.
Stefan stood by the window and talked on his cell phone, but he kindly invited Mikołaj with a gesture. The conversation was over, so it didn't look like he was interfering with it.
"You wanted to see me, but you didn't say what was going on, so I didn't prepare any materials ..."
"Take your pants off."
"What?"
"I want you here and now. Take them off."
Mikołaj looked panicked. There was no police, but ...
"But ... we're at work," he said.
"Nobody will disturb us," said Stefan. "Anyway, it won't be long. Well, what are you waiting for?"
Skrzynecki did not understand why he reached into the belt and the fly, why he slid pants off the buttocks. Sure, he wanted Stefan, but not here, not at work! He never even thought about having sex with someone in the company, but one command from a Szwedas was enough to obey him completely. "
"Well," Stefan smiled triumphantly. "You're already tough, huh?"
These words, although so abrupt, brought Mikołaj pleasure.
"Stop talking and get to work. Unless you are strong only in your mouth."
"Put your hands on the desk and push the asshole back!"
The Szwedas smile was the smile of a strong, imperious man. Each time he enslaved Mikołaj's mind and body. Each time he gave pleasure to his dominance, Stefan's voice and his body. Obediently, he put his hands on the desk top and undid his buttocks. He waited, feeling excitement growing inside.
A quickie in the office, although not the boss, but close, had something extremely appealing. The Szwedas position put him on par with Mikołaj's boss, although it did not give him full power over the department's employees. He could give them orders, but he couldn't fire him. Stefan, however, was undoubtedly a man of success and influence, and many his career could depend on his voice.
Not that Mikołaj did it for a career. After all, he started sleeping with him before he knew who he was and he did it only for unearthly, stunning sex and the wonderful impression that you are under someone's erotic power.
He sensed Stefan behind him. The man brushed his hair with his mouth.
"I love your smell," he said. "I know this cologne, but it smells different on you. More sensuous. It drives me crazy."
Mikołaj smiled with satisfaction. Every time Stefan was about to take him, he said such warm, sexy words. Each time they made Skrzynecki want him even more.
The Szwedas vigorously pulled off his shorts. Mikołaj's penis rocked from shock, gaining additional readiness. Skrzynecki wondered what the lover would do next. What does a quickie look like on the boss's desk?
Stefan opened Mikołaj 's buttocks. He did it strongly, pressing them almost to pain. Mikołaj heard a spit sound and felt a trickle of hot saliva in his eye. He didn't even have time to moan as Szwedas finger paved his way inside.
The experience was so sudden that Skrzynecki squeaked. He blushed at the silent sound he made, but he didn't have time to focus on how embarrassing it was. Stefan's finger moved so intensely and quickly as if they were running out of time. Mikołaj's interior knew this touch. Loved him. Even more, however, he loved to feel the pushing, swollen masculinity in him, whose volume and hardness through pain pave his way to crazy pleasure.
"Oh! Ooooo ...!" He began to moan. "Put it in ... Put it in, please ...!"
He felt like the last slut begging to be fucked on the boss's desk, but he couldn't help but love the Szwedas dominance.
He entered him immediately. Slowly, because Mikołaj's interior was still tight. The pain was strong but bearable. In order not to shout, Mikołaj clenched his teeth.
"You like how I take you like that, huh?"
"Shut up and do your part."
"Say."
"I like. Otherwise I wouldn't let you."
"I like taking you too. I love your body."
It was madness, nothing more than madness. Szwedas penis pushed his interior, lighting it with real fire. Stefan loved passionately, and his every push was a manifestation of life and strength. Mad, passionate and a bit ... desperate?
This whole thing must finish him, Mikołaj thought, feeling his hardness. It's an investigation, an attempt to silence the scandal. He must be under a lot of pressure.
Sex, however, was wonderful, as usual, although Mikołaj sensed some tension in his lover.
"More," he asked, unhooking himself as much as he could. "More...".
Stefan leaned forward so much that he practically lay down on Mikołaj's back. Skrzynecki felt the weight of his body, felt his heavy breathing and hot masculinity pulsing in him.
Szwedas hand embraced Mikołaj's penis. His caresses had the same strength and passion as the thrusts. Hot breath flooding Skrzynecki's neck increased his body temperature even more. Stefan took him passionately, but violently without unnecessary brutality.
Mikołaj's body shuddered feeling the approaching orgasm. Stefan pressed him harder.
"Shit," Skrzynecki groaned. "I am already ..."
"All right, come."
"But ... desk."
"Don't worry ... I have ... tissues."
Mikołaj clenched his teeth. A stream of cum shot straight out onto his desk. The body felt relief, but the face was blushed with shame. Come in the office, during working hours, so shamelessly, without the slightest embarrassment ... But could he stop himself, if Stefan told him to do it?
Szwedas leaned into his ear.
"Good boy," he whispered.