Page 102 of Group Studies

Director Flemmings’ jaw dropped. “Aphrodite. All of my drawers are magically locked.”

“It’s my drawers I want worked on,” I said, giggling again.

I bounced, enjoying the feel of my stiff nipples against my shirt.

“Right,” Director Flemmings muttered, her eyebrows raised. “Then I guess we can talk about the consequences of whatever happened later, seeing as I don’t have much choice.”

“I could give you less of one,” I offered, bringing up two fingers.

Director Flemings paled.

I bounced again. “Please leave, now.”

The woman frowned and took a moment to stick a tablet in her desk and locked it. She grabbed a handful of papers, before storming out with Officer Keres.

I locked the door behind them.

My rainbows swirled as I spun to face Saffron and Beryl.

The Greek God gathered his wits first or our transfer still pounded in his blood. Either way, the moment we made eye contact, I raced to him and crashed into his chest. His back hit the bookcase with a soft thud. I pressed my lips to his hungrily. He tasted like my magic. Wrapping me in his arms, he devoured my mouth, his hands sliding over my butt and lower back, leaving tingles in their wake.

I let my magic seep into him freely. No wall, no barriers; It felt so right.

“Aphy,” Saffron groaned when I pulled back.

Whatever his rational mind managed to come up with, he lost. He leaned down and peppered my jawline in kisses. His mouth trailed down my neck before sucking the skin at the base of my throat. I gasped and leaned my head back to give him better access. Beryl’s bright sapphire gaze filled my world.

“Dot,” Beryl said softly. “Not two hours ago, you swore off Saffron.” He swallowed. “You’re high as a fucking kite.”

I bit my lower lip, enjoying this upside down view of his face. “I am. And I did. Now my magic wants both of you. Don’t suddenly get all chivalrous on me. I went through a lot to orchestrate this.”

The sound of tearing fabric and popping buttons drew our attention. Saffron finished ripping open my shirt, lavishing my sternum with attention. I writhed in his arms before peering at Beryl again. My head bumped his stomach.

“Promise me you’ll be OK,” Beryl whispered, “and I’ll worship you however you want.”

“I’ll be okay.” I squirmed under Saffron’s lips and forced myself to focus on words. “Ram grabbed me and drugged me, but all I could think of was rescuing you. As long as you’re okay, I’m okay, Beryl. Okay?” I giggled, and then remembered myself. “I love you, Beryl. You’re my world. Please, I want to fill you with my magic. I want your dick to make me sing.”

Saffron caught one of my nipples and bit it lightly. I hissed as pleasure shot right to my core.

Beryl bent down, his lips hovering above mine. “I want to hear those words again, when you’re yourself, my Goddess. But, right now, I’m not holding back.”

He kissed me hard, and my magic flowed into him.

My lust doubled, pulling me in two directions.

“Holy shit,” Beryl growled, running his fingers through his spiky hair and flexed, though I couldn’t see the results from this position. “This must be what going Super Saiyan feels like.”

“I don’t know what that means,” I replied before pulling him down for more playful upside-down kissing.

Saffron’s magic cut my bra away from me, making me gasp into Beryl’s kisses. The Greek God rolled my stiff nipples between his fingers, before kissing down my front. He tugged the fabric of my skirt, his fingers brushing my hips, before he burned it off me. I pushed my hips toward him as he kissed everything but my clit.

“I don’t need the warmup. I need you,” I said, pulling away from them.

Beryl slid to the Director’s desk. With a mighty sweep, he dumped everything onto the floor. I stepped out of my shoes, feeling silly still wearing them, and leaned against the desk, intent on looking back over my shoulder. I didn’t get the chance.

Saffron’s calloused hand pressed on my lower back as he bent me over. Heat tingled my spine. He ran his hands down my side to grip my hips, before lining himself up and sliding into me in one fast, hard, motion.

I screamed with relief. My magic swirled. His next thrust moved the desk, and my hardened nipples pressed into the grains of wood I knew too well. Every plunge in and out sent shuddering pleasure through me. I whimpered and clenched, trying to find a rhythm in his desperate motions.

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