Page 2 of Mister 3: The Prelude

Neko

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(First mentioned in Aspen. That does not have to be read, but it’s a great book ??)

I was about to combust.

Between the scent of Malorie’s sweet vanilla perfume, the feel of her hair causing me to shiver as it brushed against my face, and the heat of her body being so close to mine—my dick was throbbing and leaking precum. This was the second time she’d shifted so that her titties were right in my face. Because the first three buttons of her shirt were undone, I could see her lace bra if I shifted my head slightly. I’d been trying to not cross that line with Malorie for various reasons, but I was starting to lose my resolve.

This wasn’t just my coworker—this was one of my oldest friend’s sister.

I was starting to think she wanted me and just wasn’t vocalizing that for whatever reason.

Or maybe the adult version of Malorie was unintentionally sensual, and she didn’t want me at all. Either way, I was a few seconds from ripping her shirt off and sucking her nipples while I dug deep in her pussy.

After clearing my throat and sitting back in my seat, I swallowed hard. Looking at her as she hovered over my desk behind my seat, I asked her, “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to show you what I found in the audit.”

“No.” Chuckling, I licked my lips and clenched my jaw. “You know what the fuck I mean.”

When I stood, the confident demeanor she had lessened slightly. Her body submitted to mine, almost shrinking as she pressed against my desk and gripped the edge of it. Swallowing hard, she avoided my eyes, but I wanted her to have the same boldness she’d been using to tease me with in our meeting.

“Look at me,” I commanded, tugging her face back to me by her chin. She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth as I repeated, “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Neko.”

“So you’re just getting into my personal space for no reason? Putting your chest in my face close enough for me to bury my face in those perfect ass titties.”

With a shrug, Malorie ran her hand down her neck. “Maybe you’re reading too much into my actions because you have ulterior motives or desires of your own.”

That caused me to laugh softly. “Trust me, whatever motives or desires I have, you’ll know.” Closing the space between us, I ripped her shirt open. Her gasp turned into a moan when I wrapped my arm around her waist and buried my face betweenher bouncy titties. I inhaled deeply, feeling my dick get even harder as I inhaled her scent. “Is this what you wanted? Hmm?”

“Ne—ah…”

She moaned as my hand slid lower then came forward and slipped between her legs.

“You’ve been teasing me all fucking day. Trying my patience. Is this what you wanted?”

“Y-Yes,” she admitted breathlessly, clawing at the back of my neck.

Hearing her admit that snapped me out of my trance. I felt like she wanted me but hearing her say that made what had been brewing between us since she started working here all too real. The flirting, lingering gazes, attempts to get closer to me—all intentional. I’d been avoiding telling Malik how I felt about his sister because I didn’t know how she felt, but now, that could no longer be my excuse. The question was, what exactly did she want from me, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted the answer.

“Mal, you know I don’t date. And even if I did, I can’t date you. Malik would try to kill me, and I’m not trying to go to war with my oldest friend over his sister. So what exactly do you want from me?”

Her hand lowered to my dick, and when she squeezed it, I groaned. “Apparently, exactly what you want from me.”

“And you expect me to believe this will be just about sex?” Malorie’s eyes blinked three times before her lips parted, but at that point, I already knew the truth. “Get out, Mal. This can’t happen again.”

With a huff, she turned her back to me and buttoned her shirt back up. I’m not sure why she felt the need to shield herself now. Maybe she felt rejected and vulnerable, and that made me feel like shit. I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt Malorie. Regardless of how annoying she was as a child, I genuinely caredabout her. If I didn’t, I would have fucked her fine ass and not given it a second thought.

After she stormed out, I locked the door behind her and plopped down in my seat. My dick was still hard as fuck, and I needed relief. Jacking my own shit wasn’t working like it normally would, which pissed me off. She should have been milking me of every drop of cum since she was the reason I was hard in the first place. Several minutes of frustration later, I shoved my dick back into my boxers and made myself presentable before going down to her office.

Not even bothering to knock, I burst through her door with what I was sure had to be a scowl on my face because of how tight it felt.

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