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“This assignment,” he replied, his tone clipped. He tried not to inhale too deeply. He smelled her sweet scent. And the smell of her excited cunt from three nights ago still stained his senses.
Nairobia motioned him in and Lamar sauntered toward the desk, closing the door behind him. If he were coming in to quit, he had another thing coming if he thought she’d take lightly to that. She would not hear of it. Period.
“What about it? Do you not like the work environment?”
“It has its moments.”
Nairobia raised a brow. “Meaning what?” She pinned him with an inquisitive stare as he took a seat across from her.
“Meaning, the fee you’re paying us is serious. And I appreciate that, for real for real. But, on some real shit. I don’t know if this is the right fit.”
Nairobia tilted her head. “Oh, it’s the right fit, my darling. You are the right fit. This is where you need to be. And it’s where I want you to be.” Among other places.
“And that’s cool, yo. But…”
“No ‘buts,’ my love. Your services are all I need.”
Lamar sighed. “Yo, listen, I’m cool wit’ workin’ wit’ you. But I’m not checkin’ for all the extras.”
Nairobia’s brow shot up. “Extras, like? I do not know what you mean by extras.”
“Like you tryna throw the pussy at me,” he said bluntly. “That shit ain’t cool, yo. I mean. I’m flattered; don’t get it twisted. I’m a man. And, I’d love nothin’ more than beatin’ that thang up, word is bond. But, I’m tryna run a professional business ‘n’ it’s like you tryna sabotage shit. Tryna make it hard for me to do my job. I’m not diggin’ that, yo.”
Nairobia’s cunt clenched at his street vernacular. He was so roguish. Yet, Nairobia instinctively knew he was also so deceptively gentle behind his tough exterior. She’d been around enough men to know a man with a heart. She wanted to crack open his shell, and drink him in.
She studied him thoughtfully. Then smiled. “The only thing I want to make hard for you, my darling, is your cock. Not your job. Have I failed you?”
“I got a girl,” he stated, circumventing the question. Of course he was hard. His dick started swelling the minute he’d stepped through the door and sat down. Lamar sensed he didn’t need to confirm or deny it because she already knew the answer when her gaze flitted to his crotch, then looked back up and smiled. He knew she knew. He didn’t know what it was about her, but she had some type of overpowering effect on him. She was a sexual magnet. And she craftily pulled him in every time he was near her. “She’s a good girl,” he said, not sure—at that moment, if he were trying to convince her or himself of that. “I’m not tryna fuck things up.”
Undeterred, Nairobia stared at him; her eyes alight with curiosity and amusement. “That’s nice, my love. But does she appreciate you? Is she eager to swallow you in her cunt? Does she make your toes curl? Does she love being down on her knees worshipping your cock?” Nairobia sensually slid the tip of her tongue from between her lips, then slowly licked over the top of them. “Does her cunt stay wet and hungry for you?”
He winced. No, of course she didn’t do any of that shit! And, hell no, she wasn’t eager about sex the way he was! That was one of the fucking problems. And, truth be told, it was slowly starting to eat away at him, like acid, corroding his senses. Cheating in the past had always been easy for him. He did it with no thought, or no regard for anyone else. But, nowadays, he was trying to do something different, trying to be different. But the shit was getting harder by the moment, right along with his fat dick.
“We get it in,” he said, crossing his right ankle over his left knee. The words were forced. But he managed a straight face when he said them.
“How many times a night?” Nairobia inquired.
How many times a night? Ha! Was she fucking kidding him? He was lucky if he got it every other night, and that was a reach.
She didn’t wait for an answer. “A young, virile man such as yourself, my love, should have his cock sucked into a warm mouth, and his seeds milked daily.”
Lamar’s dick, heavy with arousal, jumped in his lap. He felt his nut swelling in his balls. He felt himself go tense, drawn, his body prickling with sexual awareness the way she looked at him. Those sinful gray eyes of hers threatening and promising pleasure like he’d never experienced.
He was tempted, so, so, very tempted. His resolve was hanging by a thread, a very thin one at that. It was stretched to the limit. But it’d hadn’t broken…yet.
Lamar took a deep breath and tried not to inhale, along with air, her mind-numbing scent. Foot back to the floor, he subconsciously opened and closed his legs. Opened. Closed. Opened. He fanned them out wide, then shut them tight, pressing his balls together, drawing Nairobia’s gaze back to his crotch.
He stopped.
“Listen, real talk, ma. I can’t keep workin’ under these conditions. If we can’t come to some type’a understanding, I’ma need to assign someone else to manage your security needs.”
There went that rapacious smile of hers. Again. “I would hate to lose you, my darling. But if you must, then fine. Just as long as you manage my sexual needs before you walk out that door. Let me wrap you in my warmth, my love. Just one night.”
Lamar groaned. His hunger, his overwhelming desire, his gnawing frustration evident in the fists at his side and the clenching muscles in his jaw. “You like fuckin’ wit’ muhfuckas, I see.”
“No, my darling,” Nairobia purred. “I love fucking men who I desire. Men who moisten my cunt long before they ever touch me. You, my darling, moisten me.”
Lamar bit down on his bottom lip to keep from roaring out a growl, roiling energy circling all around him.
