Page 45 of Mister Artist

“Typically, the amount given to artists, staff, and taxes, always equal the amount brought in. I also ensure they are going into the right accounts. For the past week or so I’ve been doing more calculations because the amounts brought in have not equaled the amounts going out. I’ve been recalculating them and trying to make sure they weren’t accidently sent to the wrong accounts.”

“On the off chance they were sent to the right accounts, what does that mean?”

“It means someone is stealing… or, at least, not documenting the full amounts going out for whatever reason. The more likely thing is theft.”

“Do you know who?”

She huffed. “I have an idea, but I can’t be too sure.”

“Who do you think it is?”

“Trent. Only because the discrepancies come from his accounts.”

I nodded. This was just another reason for me to not like his ass, but with this reason, I’d be able to fire him. “Is there a chance someone else is involved or responsible?”

“I mean… sure. But based on what I’ve found, it’s only him. And I only say that because the missing money is from the accounts he’s over. Now realistically, it would be dumb for him to steal from his own accounts—”

“Unless he wasn’t expecting someone to go behind him. Let’s be honest, it’s been a boy’s club before you came. He might be giving someone a cut to hide whatever the fuck he’s doing. You’re the only person that’s ever looked into other accounts and gone behind their audits. Technically, that’s his job. So if he is stealing, he could have gotten away with it as the head of the accounting department.”

Her head shook, and I saw the battle in her mind play across her face. “Still, I’m just not sure about that, babe. I don’t want you to accuse him of anything just yet. I could be wrong, and even if I’m right, I want to make sure it’s actually him.”

I didn’t want to wait if he was stealing from us, but I knew we needed to be sure before making such an accusation. “How much time do you need to be sure, Malorie?”

“Maybe another week, especially if you don’t want me staying late. I want to go over the numbers one last time and have someone outside of the office go behind me. After that, I’ll trace the account numbers again. Then, I’ll be sure.”

“Okay. I do want you to stop staying so late, so I can give you a week. Thank you for being so thorough.”

“Always.”

She gave me a quick kiss, but I wanted more. “Sit on my desk. Let me help you relax before you go back to your office.”

Mal giggled as she hopped onto my desk. “Oh, so this is why you wanted me to lock the door huh?”

“Hell yeah.” I spread her legs, and when I noticed she didn’t have any panties on under her skirt, I moaned. “So you made sure I wouldn’t have nothing stopping me from getting to this pussy today huh?”

“Mhm. I was hoping you wanted to have me for lunch.”

“You know I’m always down to eat.”

And eat I did.

The thick, warm strokes of my tongue and slurping of my lips had her moaning like we weren’t in my office. Every time she was on the edge of cumming, I would pull back so she could quiet down. When she couldn’t take the edging anymore, Mal held my head in place. I laughed as I gripped her thighs and kept them spread open while I feasted on her pretty pussy until she came.

I lifted up and pushed her shirt down, licking and nibbling and sucking her nipples until her legs were quaking against me. Malorie pushed me down into my chair and straddled me to ride. Holding me close with her arms wrapped around me, she kept a steady pace and tried to keep quiet. It wasn’t long before she was gushing and soaking my dick and pants.

“You always cum so hard when we gotta be quiet,” I moaned against her ear before licking and biting it. “You like fucking me when we can almost get caught?”

“Mhm,” she moaned, gasping when I began to fuck her back.

“I’ma make you get loud,” I taunted.

“Make me, babe.”

And I did.

I could tell she wasn’t expecting me to lift her up and start bouncing her on my dick, but that’s what I did. Curses erupted from Mal along with hissed breaths that made me laugh. Even though we’d taken the proper steps with HR for our relationship, we still tried to keep PDA and sex to a minimum at the office. Right now, she didn’t care who heard us. The way I was fucking her, she’d have to go home to change and take a nap any-damn-way.

When I askedMal not to work so much, I wasn’t expecting her to do more for me. I used a cleaning service and personal chef, but I didn’t have to use either this week. Not only did she cook me breakfast and dinner, but she did my laundry and cleaned too. I knew it was because I told her service was my love language, but that didn’t mean I expected her to do things I paid people to do.

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