Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Chapter 13: 13-He Tongue Fucked My Ear

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"Actually," he said with a slow smile, "the machine is fine. You just jammed the paper."

There was nothing mocking about his expression.

If anything, the look in his eyes felt far too suggestive for a conversation about printers.

"Oh really?" I asked, turning slightly to look at the machine.

Without warning, Theodore stepped in behind me.

My body stiffened at his closeness, but I forced myself to keep my attention on the papers in front of me, pretending I was still focused on work.

The sudden closeness made my breath catch for half a second as he leaned over my shoulder and pulled open the lower tray.

I was bent over the printer in a way that left barely any space between us once Theodore leaned down behind me.

Every small movement made our bodies brush against each other.

"A page got folded inside the rollers," he explained quietly. "You probably pushed too many sheets through at once."

One of his arms stayed beside my hip while the other reached into the printer to pull the crumpled paper free inch by inch.

I could feel the warmth of his chest at my back every time he shifted closer.

I noticed he was delaying.

"How about we pull every paper out?" he whispered into my ear from the back, "one by one?"

He wanted to buy more time so we could stay in that position a little longer.

I nodded and felt our bodies press together even more.

His arm moved beneath mine to reach the paper, pressing tightly against the side of my breast.

I heard him swallow when he placed his other hand on my hip.

I felt a slight squeeze, and my breath hitched.

"You can always come to me for help," he said, his voice dropping into an even huskier tone.

"But I don’t want to bother you," I replied in a seductively clueless tone, moving my hips just a little against his crotch.

"Ughhh!" A moan escaped his lips without warning.

I felt his hard cock press against me, and my body shuddered.

I closed my eyes for a moment to regain my composure before I began to move my hips sideways.

The movement was gentle, barely noticeable, but it was enough to rub against his cock hard. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

His hand reached my left ass cheek, and then he squeezed a handful, making me catch my breath.

To anyone watching, he was simply clearing the jammed printer, pulling out the pages one at a time.

His lips brushed my ear, and I leaned back, closing the small gap that remained between us.

"You have such soft breasts," he whispered.

The words sent a shiver through me.

"I— k—know," I replied, lowering my gaze for a moment before looking back at him with a teasing smile.

"Are your nipples poking out?" he uttered, burying his face in my neck.

My body started to heat up beyond my control.

Especially when his hand drifted lower, testing the boundaries of my personal space.

Once he got comfortable with the closeness between us, I heard the faint sound of a zipper, and I yelped.

However, he didn’t remove my clothes.

He poked his finger into my asshole from over the fabric to form a deep hole kind of space.

A few seconds later, I felt the change in his posture, and my breath caught.

It felt as though the head of his cock was pressing against the entrance.

The pressure made my eyes flutter shut for a brief moment.

Of course, it was nothing more than friction through layers of fabric. He couldn’t take things any further like this.

And that was exactly what made it so unbearable.

The teasing.

"I... don’t know," I managed, trying to stay calm.

The words refused to come out properly.

"Let me check," he murmured, his lips lingering near my ear.

He withdrew one arm and rested his hand on my breast.

For a moment, the touch was surprisingly gentle.

Then his fingers started to curl, tracing small movements over the fabric covering my areola.

When his fingertips finally found my nipple, a low chuckle escaped him.

"They seem ready to be sucked." The comment made me bite the inside of my cheek.

His hand closed around my breast, kneading it slowly as though he intended to test every reaction he could pull from me.

"Imagine my fingers touching your nipples directly," he murmured.

Then his tongue traced the edge of my ear.

The sensation sent a sharp shiver through me, and my breath stalled in my throat.

He had a frightening talent for finding every weakness in my body and exploiting it.

For a few seconds, reasonable thoughts abandoned me completely.

I couldn’t decide where to focus.

There was too much happening at once.

His cock’s head moving deeper and deeper into my asshole through the fabric, his tongue fucking my ear, and his fingers refusing to give my nipples a moment’s peace.

"Ah, I like this position," he groaned.

Then he withdrew his other hand from the printer and started moving it lower.

The intention was obvious.

I knew exactly what he wanted.

And I could feel it.

He wanted to finger my pussy until I lost my senses.

The worst part was that my body wanted it.

But I had to stop him when I heard the ding of the elevator.

I pushed myself forward, creating some distance between us, and landed a few feet away before getting back to my feet.

I caught sight of his cock sticking out of his pants and almost fainted at the size of it.

It looked monstrous, as though it was ready to fuck me.

He shoved it back inside and zipped up just in time.

That was when we both turned to see who had arrived and interrupted our moment.

And I must say, all the heat in my body vanished the instant I saw the devil standing there with a stern look on his face.

Ragnar.

"Come to my office," Ragnar ordered without blinking.

Fear settled in my chest.

What if he had seen me with his brother?

Theodore gave his brother a nod before walking away.

He slipped his hands into his pockets, and I could tell he was stretching the fabric to make the bulge less noticeable.

Now I had to face his brother, my body still worked up from what had happened.

Panic washed over me as I wondered if my tits were showing through my shirt.