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“Neko, I—”
“Gimme your panties.”
“What?” she asked softly with a bark of laughter.
“Your panties. Give them to me.”
Her head tilted as she eyed my frame. When they landed on my dick, she chuckled. “I’m not helping you with that.”
“You should. It’s your fault.”
“And it’s your fault my pussy is wet. What are you going to do about that?”
Squeezing the back of my neck, I looked behind me down the empty hall. Accepting defeat because of my need for release, I closed and locked her door. I made my way behind her desk. After picking her up and sitting her on top of it, I sat in her seat.
“Panties,” I demanded, unzipping my slacks and pulling my dick back out.
She slipped a black lace pair off that instantly made my mouth water. I concealed my moan by swallowing the saliva that accumulated in my mouth. Malorie spread her legs and leaned back on the desk, giving me the perfect view of her wet pussy.
While I jacked my dick with her panties, she fingered her pussy.
No words were exchanged—only labored breaths, quiet moans and curses, and locked gazes.
She came twice before me, and each time her walls pulsed I pulled her fingers out so I could watch her nectar leak. It took everything inside of me not to pull her forward and feast. I did, however, lick her cum off her fingers each time. After I came, I cleaned myself off with her panties and put them in my pocket before going to the bathroom to clean up a bit more.
We came out of our respective bathrooms simultaneously, and the sneaky smirk she shot my way caused me to wink at her. With a giggle, Malorie headed toward the left to get back to her office and I went to the right. This woman was wild, and if I wasn’t careful, she was going to get me in a hell of a lot of trouble.
3
Aiyden
“Nigga,you invited me out. How you leaving already?”
Though Aiyden frowned, he was teasing his brother, Damien. He hadn’t wanted to go out that night, but Damien insisted. It was the first month that their waste management company had pulled in six figures, and Aiyden couldn’t deny that was a reason to celebrate. When they started Johnson and Johnson LLC almost two years earlier, the goal was to use the money they’d made in the streets to invest in something legal and profitable.
Along with the waste management company, they also started a trucking business, car detailing and wash service, and laundry service. Instead of creating a storefront that people were able to come to and use, they employed workers who picked up the laundry, did it at the store, then delivered it all with a few swipes and payment on their app.
Damien sucked his teeth as he put his phone back in his pocket and waved over the bottle girl he’d been flirting with all night.
“When Jacoba calls, I gotta come so I can cum, you feel me? It’s not often that she can get away.”
Aiyden’s eyes lifted toward the ceiling as he shook his head. “Keep on. All that hoing around gon’ catch up with you one day, especially the way you doing it. Let Vanessa find out you fucking off again, and she will beat your ass.”
Damien laughed, not taking his brother’s warning seriously. Aiyden never understood why Damien handled women the way he did. It was clear he had no desire to be faithful, yet he gravitated toward women who expected that from him. He would always say being with a woman who didn’t care about his cheating took the fun out of it—whatever the hell that crazy shit meant.
“Vanessa ain’t gon’ do shit but cut a nigga off for a few weeks just to make me beg.”
“Yeah, aight,” Aiyden dismissed, chuckling as Damien requested one last round of drinks for them before he left.
They’d gone to Hosea’s lounge for drinks, which was another reason Aiyden didn’t mind stepping out. Hosea was an old friend from high school that he hadn’t seen in a while. Between things taking off at their waste management company and trying to find a new home, Aiyden’s days were long and filled with several things to do. Though he didn’t care for the BDSM part of Hosea’s underground sex club, he was tempted to go up to the second floor to find a woman he could spend the night with and relieve some stress.
“Have you seen Zay recently?” Aiyden checked.
“I saw him earlier this week. I texted him to let him know we were coming through, but he ain’t here.”
Aiyden nodded, thanking the woman silently as she placed their glasses of cognac on the table. She’d been extra attentive and friendly all night, thanks to Damien’s flirting.
“Aight. I guess I’ma go upstairs then. Since I’m out, I might as well stay out until I’m ready to crash.”
