Page 31 of Another Constant

“No, I didn’t. My puppy nanny was a little late. And I told you last night I was dropping two puppies off to their new homes today,” she explained, but I pulled her in by her ass cheek for a kiss.

Of course Sora cleared his throat. He couldn’t not be all in my fucking business.

When I turned around his expression was questioning, but of course he smiled in Harlem’s direction.

“Damn yeen gonna introduce me at all, bro?” He stepped forward, now standing directly in front of us. “I’m Sora, his brother.”

Harlem smiled. “Harlem.” She shook his hand.

“You came in and cursed the whole staff out, right? About two or three weeks ago, right?”

She nodded. “For good reason.”

Sora chuckled, eyes traveling from me to her a few times. “A match made in fucking heaven. Not one but two hotheads. I’m going to pick up Aja. I’ll slide back through. It was nice meeting you, Harlem.” He walked off and I knew I was gonna hear some shit from him later.

I grabbed Harlem’s hand and pulled her in the direction of my office, past my employees and the more crowded spaces. I didn’t want nobody in her fucking face.

“You look good as fuck,” I complimented, taking a seat on the couch while she looked around.

“Thank you. Though you’re greasy, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

I chortled. “What did you do today, besides drop offs?”

“Honestly just that. I made your food and ran a few errands.”

I couldn’t not look at her. Shit, even when I got up to go to the washroom and wash my hands, my eyes felt like they needed to be looking at her.

“You said you made sliders? Like White Castle?” I dried my hands, moving toward my desk chair.

“Yeah, but baby White Castle ain’t got nothing on me.” She now leaned against my desk, body sitting right as fuck.

I licked my lips. “Oh for real? Let me be the judge of that.”

“Alright.”

I opened the bowl and that shit looked good and smelled even better. “Damn, Harlem.”

“It’s the least I can do since you left that cake at my house.” She smiled widely.

“Come here.” I motioned for her to sit in my lap.

“And how are you going to eat?”

“With you right here. C’mere, man.” I maneuvered away from the desk so she could sit.

“How about I sit here and you eat your food right there.” She moved around my desk and sat on the side, next to me. Course I laughed because she was back on that nervous shit.

“What I tell you about being bashful around me, Harlem? I just had your pussy in my mouth less than eight hours ago. At this point we can’t get any closer, love.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“To keep it a buck, I plan on having that motherfucker in my mouth tonight too.” I set the bowl down and put my hand between her thighs, gripping them from the inside and scooting her little ass down until she was directly in front of me with that big, dumb ass smile on her face.

“Damn you’re trying to bully me already?” she asked, sitting back on her hands, looking at me while I ate.

“Trying to? Baby, yeen heard? I am a fucking bully.”

“Mhmm.”

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