The Heart System Chapter 730

My phone rang.

I pulled it from my pocket and looked at the screen.

Nala.

"Hey, CEO," I answered. "How’s work?"

"Ugh... tiring," she replied with a sigh. "I still can’t sit down because of you."

"Yeah... sorry."

"We both know you’re not."

"My lips are sealed."

She laughed. "I didn’t call to reminisce about last night, you dork. I actually wanted to ask you something."

"What’s up?"

"So, there’s this new guy." Nala’s tone became more professional. "A couple of employees recommended him to me. Since you know I still have an opening for a secretary..."

Shit. So Anotta had already made her move. She was trying to plant one of her own people inside the company so she’d have someone feeding her information about the project.

I couldn’t let that happen. If things went south, what then? What if Anotta decided the project had become too risky and pulled out entirely? Worse, what if my involvement somehow came to light?

"No."

"Huh?" Nala sounded confused.

"I’ll do it."

"You’ll do... what, exactly?"

"I’ll come back and work as your secretary again, if you’ll have me."

"Evan, you really don’t have to. I know you’ve got your own things going on."

"I’m serious." I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. "I’ll start tomorrow."

There was a brief pause before she answered. "Well... okay. If you’re sure, I’ll get the paperwork started."

"Sounds good."

"Oh, and one more thing." I could hear the grin in her voice. "No anal sex for a whole week. Got it?"

"Five days."

"Six."

"Nala."

"Six days." She giggled. "Bye."

"Fine, fine."

The call ended before I could argue any further.

I lowered the phone and slipped it back into my pocket.

Anotta had made her position perfectly clear. Either one of her people got close enough to monitor the project, or she’d consider pulling out.

That wasn’t a risk I could ignore.

Now I had to figure out another way to keep her satisfied without giving her exactly what she wanted. The problem was, I didn’t have the slightest idea how I was supposed to do that.

I leaned forward, rested my elbows on my knees, and rubbed my forehead. "Great," I muttered. "Just perfect."

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The living room was dimly lit, the large TV casting flickering colors across the three of us as the movie played on. Some action flick with explosions and car chases, but I wasn’t paying much attention to the plot. My focus was on the two girls who had made themselves very comfortable.

Kayla sat pressed against my right side, wearing nothing but one of my oversized t-shirts. The hem barely reached the middle of her thighs, and every time she shifted, it rode up enticingly. Minne was in between my spread legs on the floor, her warm, wet mouth wrapped lovingly around my cock, slowly sucking and savoring me while the movie’s soundtrack rumbled in the background.

"So good, honey," I murmured, leaning back deeper into the couch with a relaxed groan. "Don’t bite it, okay?"

Minne nodded obediently, the movement causing her lips to slide along my shaft while my cock stayed nestled in her mouth. Her eyes looked up at me sweetly. I smiled down at her and ran my fingers through her hair.

Kayla let out a soft, content sigh and leaned her head onto my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my side in a gentle hug. The new position shifted her body just enough that my left hand could slide lower. Absentmindedly, I grabbed a handful of her plump asscheek, squeezing the soft, warm flesh. It felt perfect in my palm; full, smooth, and still slightly marked from earlier.

I kneaded it lazily for a moment before my fingers dipped lower, tracing the sensitive, red, and still-swollen rim of her asshole. The skin there was puffy and tender from how hard I’d used it before.

"Ah... it hurts," Kayla moaned softly against my shoulder, her voice a mix of complaint and lingering arousal. She didn’t pull away, though. If anything, she pressed her ass back slightly into my touch.

"I know. I’m sorry, baby," I replied, my tone low and soothing even as I continued gently circling the sore ring with my fingertip, teasing it lightly.

Minne pulled her mouth off my cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening head. She wrapped her small hand around the thick shaft and began stroking me slowly, twisting her wrist just the way I liked. Then she dipped lower, dragging her warm, flat tongue across my balls, licking and sucking them gently while her hand kept pumping my cock in steady, pleasurable strokes.

I groaned quietly, the dual sensations feeling incredible. My right hand stayed buried between Kayla’s cheeks, continuing to squeeze and grope her ass possessively, occasionally pressing a finger against her sore little hole just to hear her whimper. The movie continued playing, but the sounds of gunfire and shouting felt distant compared to the wet noises Minne was making between my legs and Kayla’s soft, breathy moans against my neck.

The relaxed, filthy atmosphere was perfect, two beautiful girls attending to me while a movie neither of us cared about played on.

Then my phone suddenly rang on the coffee table, vibrating loudly against the wood.

Minne immediately stopped licking my balls. She reached up, grabbed the phone, and handed it to me without a word. Her eyes were eager and obedient.

"Thanks, honey," I said, taking the phone. "Keep sucking my balls."

"Yes, Master," Minne replied softly, a hint of a smile on her lips before she lowered her head again. Her warm mouth enveloped my balls once more, sucking them gently as her hand continued stroking my cock.

"Good girl," I praised, giving her hair an affectionate stroke.

I glanced at the screen. The name surprised me.

Tuck?

I raised an eyebrow, then answered the call.

"Tuck?" I said, my voice casual but carrying a note of genuine surprise.

"Evan," Tuck said, his voice low and tense.

Well... since our last fight, he had ghosted me completely, ignoring my calls, refusing to reach out. Knowing how prideful Tuck was, if he was calling now, something serious must have gone down. A knot of unease twisted in my stomach. This didn’t feel like good news.

"Yeah?" I replied, trying to keep my voice steady while Minne’s warm, wet mouth continued working my cock between my legs.

Kayla turned her head toward me, her big eyes searching my face. Her minty breath ghosted softly across my cheek as she whispered, "What happened?"

I held up a finger, signaling her to wait one minute. "Tuck, you there?"

"Let’s just meet," he exhaled heavily. "Gas station. Tonight."

"Okay," I answered. "I’ll swing by."

"Thanks. Gotta go."