The Heart System Nov Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Chapter 371

I sat at my desk in the hallway, leaned back in my chair, watching the elevator doors slide open and shut. People ca and went in small waves. So greeted

with a nod or a quick hello, so walked past without a word, and others acted like I wasn’t even there. I laced my fingers behind my head and stretched, letting the chair tilt back slightly as I exhaled.

I glanced to my right. Nala had soone in her office again, her door half open, voices low but focused. Business as usual.

The elevator doors opened once more, and Alia stepped out. She spotted

imdiately and walked over, her pace brisk as always.

"Hey," she said. "Can you believe it? Anotta is backing our company."

"Well," I replied, straightening up a little, "only Project Phoenix. Not the whole company."

Alia adjusted her glasses, her expression serious. "Project Phoenix is the company. This is a huge deal."

"Yeah," I said after a mont, "I guess you’re right."

She crossed her arms lightly. "So people saw Anotta entering the building and took photos. They’re already speculating that she’s here for Project Phoenix."

"Help

out here," I said. "Is Project Phoenix public knowledge or not?"

"Yes, but only by na," she explained. "No one knows what it actually is. There are theories, so closer than others, but nothing concrete. The leaks didn’t show much, thanks to you catching the rat."

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk. "I know, I’m cool. I don’t sign autographs, though."

A faint smile tugged at her lips. "Too bad."

"Yep."

She hesitated briefly, then nodded to herself. "I already thanked you, but I want to say it again. For helping

that day."

"It was nothing," I said.

"I also checked that thing you ntioned," she added. "Slender Man. I get the reference now. You find papers in that children’s ga, and you found my papers in real life."

"Children’s ga?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "Ouch. You’re making

feel old, Alia."

She shrugged. "Well, either way, thank you." She exhaled, then looked at

more carefully. "Also... the offer you made. Is it still available?"

"What offer?" I asked.

"You teaching

how to drive," she said. "The weather’s getting colder, and taking the bus is awful."

"Yeah, sure," I said easily. "You live near that waffle place, right?"

"Jerry Waffle."

"Right. Then how about we do a short practice session during break? I’ll let you drive in the parking lot."

Her shoulders stiffened slightly. "That would be... safe, right?"

"The worst thing you could hit is another parked car," I said. "It’ll be fine. Just trust ."

"What if I scratch your car?"

"I’ve already been rear-ended once," I replied. "Unless you plan on hitting sothing at full speed, nothing’s going to happen."

She nodded slowly. "Alright. I was about to take my break, actually. I wanted to talk to you first, so I’ll postpone it until you take yours."

"Sounds good," I said. "Let’s et in two hours."

"Okay. Two hours." She paused. "Can I get your number? So you can text

when you’re free."

"Sure."

As I gave her my number, I glanced to the right. Nala’s guest had just left her office. Nala looked up, t my eyes, and gave

a knowing smirk before subtly jerking her head toward her office. I cleared my throat, and Alia finished typing my number into her phone.

"Alright," she said. "See you in two hours, Evan."

"Yeah," I replied. "See you, Alia."

I got up from my desk, the chair scraping softly against the floor. The office was quiet—most people had left for lunch, and the hum of computers and distant conversations had faded. I walked down the hallway toward Nala’s office, heart picking up a little with each step. The quest was still hanging over : anal in a public space. Her office counted—glass walls, coworkers on the other side, risk of being seen. If she agreed.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Nala looked up from her desk, eyes flicking to , then to the door. She stood quickly, walked around the desk, and reached for the dashboard on the wall. With a few taps, the glass walls frosted over instantly—opaque, cutting off all view from the outside. The room turned private in seconds.

She turned back to , smiling faintly. "You look like you’re up to sothing."

I smiled. "Don’t act like you don’t know, Nolin."

I locked the door behind

with a soft click.

We t in the middle. I grabbed her chin and kissed her—deep, hungry, tongues sliding together imdiately. She moaned into my mouth, hands gripping my shirt, pulling

closer.

I broke the kiss, breathing hard against her lips. "Show

that ass."

Nala’s eyes darkened. She turned, stepped to her desk, bent over it slowly—hands flat on the cool wood, back arched, ass pushed out toward . The pencil skirt hugged her curves perfectly, riding up just enough to tease.

I knelt behind her, ran my hands up the backs of her thighs, and slapped her ass through the fabric—hard, the sound sharp in the quiet office. She gasped, hips jerking forward slightly.

I slid one hand under the skirt, fingers brushing bare skin—no panties. Just smooth, warm flesh, and her pussy already wet, slick against my fingertips. Then I felt sothing else—cold, hard, round—nestled between her cheeks.

I arched an eyebrow, stood up, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her skirt. I tugged it down slowly, letting it slide over her hips, past her thighs, pooling around her high heels on the floor.

No panties. Pussy glistening, swollen, dripping. And a sleek black butt plug seated deep in her ass, the base glinting under the office lights.

I smirked, grabbing the plug’s base. "You ca prepared, didn’t you? Walked around the office all day with this thing stretching your ass, waiting for

to find it."

Nala moaned softly, pushing back against my hand. "Don’t act like you don’t know, Marlowe."

I smiled. "Touché."

"Dirty girl," I murmured, twisting the plug slowly, watching her hole stretch around it.

"Yes—fuck—please..." she breathed, hips rocking slightly.

I pulled the plug out slowly—inch by inch—until it popped free with a wet sound. Her asshole gaped for a second, pink and slick, winking as it tried to close.

"Fucking beautiful," I growled, spreading her cheeks wide with both hands, thumbs holding her open. "Look at that hole... stretched and ready. You’re gonna take my cock in here, right against your desk, where anyone could walk by and hear you moaning."

She whimpered, pushing back. "Co on... stick that big cock in my ass, Evan. I need it."

"A boss shouldn’t talk like that," I teased, rubbing the head of my cock against her gaping hole.

"Fuck ," she demanded, voice low and needy. "Co on. No more teasing. You wanted it—I got ready for you."

"If you insist, Ms. Nolin."

I pressed the head against her asshole and pushed in—slow, steady, feeling her stretch around . It was tight—hot, gripping, resisting at first, then yielding as I sank deeper. She moaned loud, head dropping forward, hands gripping the edge of the desk.

"Can’t believe you were a virgin not long ago," I muttered, voice rough. "Look at you now—taking my dick in your ass like it’s nothing. Greedy little hole swallowing

up."

Nala moaned, pushing back to et . "Fuck—yes—deeper—"

I bottod out, hips flush against her ass, and held there for a second—letting her feel

filling her completely. Then I grabbed her blouse, yanked it down off her shoulders, exposing her black bra. I unhooked it with one hand, letting it fall away, and cupped one of her tits—squeezing hard, thumb rolling over her nipple.

She straightened up a little, turning her head to the side, and we kissed, tongues sliding together as I started moving—slow thrusts at first, then faster, cock sliding in and out of her tight ass, her cheeks jiggling with every impact.

I kept thrusting into Nala’s ass—slow, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in fully, hips grinding against her cheeks each ti I bottod out. The sound was obscene—wet, rhythmic slaps echoing off the office walls, her tight ring gripping

so hard it felt like she was trying to keep

inside forever. Every plunge stretched her, her ass clenching and fluttering around my shaft, hot and silky, the plug she’d worn all day leaving her perfectly prepped but still so fucking tight.

"Want

to go fast?" I asked, voice low, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "Want

to go fast so you wouldn’t sit right for the next few days?"

"Do it," she gasped, voice shaking. "I’m all for you, Evan. Fuck

like you an it."

I didn’t hesitate. I picked up speed—really fast now, hips snapping forward in a blur, cock pistoning in and out of her ass with brutal force. The desk rattled, papers sliding off the edges, files scattering across the floor with every impact. Nala’s head dropped forward, forehead pressing to the cool wood, moans loud and raw, echoing in the frosted-glass room.

Her tits flattened against the desk, nipples scraping the surface, bouncing and sliding with each thrust. Her blouse was twisted around her waist, skirt pooled under her high-heels, ass cheeks rippling violently as I slamd into her. My cock glistened with lube and her wetness, disappearing completely into her stretched hole, then pulling back out shiny and slick, only to drive back in deep. Her ass was hot—tight, gripping, the rim clinging to my shaft on every withdraw, like it didn’t want to let

go.

I reached around with one hand and began playing with her cunt—fingers sliding through her folds, rubbing her clit in fast circles, two fingers dipping inside her pussy while my cock claid her ass. She moaned louder, body shaking, thighs quivering, pussy dripping onto my hand.