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With a little pepin my step, I pushed forward, into the complex where my office was located. My two-hour deadline was up twenty minutes ago and getting in contact with Nature felt impossible. After her initial text that let me know she was on the way thirty minutes ago, I hadn’t gotten a response or answer. My calls were going straight to voicemail.

The parking lot was my first stop. I walked straight out of the door on the opposite end of the building that faced the parking lot. In the spot reserved for expecting and new mothers was her truck. I peeked inside to find it completely empty, no sign of Nature or Mason.

Her location was apparent, now. And within three minutes, I was stepping off the elevator and into my office where the tone of Nature’s voice made fine bumps rise along with the hairs on my arms. Crinkled brows and squinted eyes helped me identify her though her voice had confirmed her presence.

Nature. A woman who only spoke when spoken to. A woman who you’d never hear raise her voice unless it was in cheer. A woman who was as kind as she was gentle. A woman who avoided confrontation at all costs. A woman who cherished peace and made sure her life was soiled in it. Stood behind the receptionist desk of my office, grimacing as she demanded something of Christina that I wanted of her, too.

“Honestly, shut the fuck up talking to me before the calm and collected version of me tags the slightly crazy, uncouth version of me. Neither you nor me want that, so do us both a favor and tell me where Milo is.”

“He’s your man, ma’am. Not mine. I’m not obligated to tell you that information, either. You’re not an associate, doc—”

“In fact, I am.”

“Nay,” I called out.

She was so enthralled in the conversation that she hadn’t noticed my entry. As quickly as possible, I made my way by her side, making contact immediately, my skin against hers as a calming mechanism.

“Milo, please make it completely clear to your assistant that I am not her enemy and I come in peace unless she cares to go about things otherwise.”

“Nature,” I whispered in her ear, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her into my chest. “Never let a bitch see you sweat, Mommas. Never.”

Silently, she turned to face me with sad eyes and a sunken chest. My heart ached for her. The discomfort that I’d tried to avoid was written all over her face. Her nostrils widened as she tried finding the words to say. Shaking my head, I informed her that none were necessary.

“Christina, fuck what that paper say. Gon’ gather your shit and cut out of here. Your account will reflect pay for the next two weeks, but don’t bother coming in after today. Your energy isn’t welcomed in this office.”

Sighing, Nature mouthed,Thank you.

Instead of responding, I took her by the hand and dragged her toward the opposite side of the office, away from my personal space and into the common restroom where I locked the door behind us.

“Milo, what are you doing?”

“Getting your lick back,” I explained.

“My lick back?”

“Ummm hmmm. By getting the dick you deserve and the dick she desires but can no longer have. She done pissed my baby off. She don’t get to experience peace right now—on any level.”

“Are you seriously this petty right now?”

“Nah. I really just want some pussy, but sliding on your opp in the process makes it so much better. I told you, you look too fucking good when you’re pissed.”

I pushed the sundress up over her hips, a bit peeved that niggas had the chance of seeing her ass wobbling in that motherfucker all day.

“Baby, I don’t have an opp.”

I could smell her arousal. It made my tastebuds tingle as I produced extra saliva.

“Shid, by the time you walk out of the restroom you will. Hands on the sink, Nay.”

“Miloooooooo.”

I slid right into home base. Nature was always hot and she was always ready, like the donuts when the sign was on in the window. And just like them, she was always glazed with the sweet, white stuff that I loved.

The second my bone was buried, I knew it would be spitting up soon. But not before blowing Nature’s back out. I grabbed ahold of her waist, stroking her slowly to reduce the chances of soreness after. Once I was completely lubricated and unwanted friction was not a concern of mine, I increased the speed of my strokes, not stopping until my balls slapped against the bottom of her ass cheeks.

“Milo! Miloooo! Baby.”

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