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“Eleven, ten, nine.” I continue counting down for her.

Hudson, helpfully for us, slowly eases the vibe back down.

She gets more frantic, chasing her climax. “No, don’t stop, please.”

“Three, two, one.”

The vibe turns off, and she huffs out her annoyance. She turns a glare on Hudson, who is smiling back at her. “Problem?”

She purses her lips. “Is that the next question?”

I cough to dispel my laugh. Damn, she’s quick.

“Is Emmy your real name?” Xavier asks before Hudson can reply.

She tips her head from side to side. “Yes and no. It’s a shortened version of my name.”

“What’s the full version?”

This time, it’s her turn to grin. “Nuh-uh. I answered the question. I want my minute.”

“She isn’t wrong,” I say, backing her up. This bratty side of her is amazing. I’m totally here for it.

Xavier smirks. “Fine, but remember this for later.”

Instead of his words making her nervous, they make her stomach clench, and she raises her eyebrow at him. “I can’t wait. Now, my minute?”

Xavier takes the phone from Hudson and turns the vibe on. For the entire minute, he never keeps a consistent pace or pressure. His finger zigzags, spirals, waves, and does a random drag all over the screen.

Emmy is panting, and one of her feet is raised from the floor, knees spread as wide as she can get them under the table. I’m thankful for the tablecloth because anyone who happened to look our way would see our baby girl’s panties on display, and nope. We might have joked about it earlier, but that is a sight only for us. As much as we all like the titillation of almost-public sex, we don’t share with others. Unless it's for a scene at Obsession. Even then, the crowd will be handpicked.

This time, Xavier does a countdown for her. “Four, three, two.”

Emmy cuts him off before he can say one. “My real name is Emery. Don’t stop.”

Emery.

It suits her. Not that Emmy doesn’t. This bratty side of her is definitely Emery. But the shy, sweet baby girl who wants to please us? That’s Emmy.

Derek steals the phone from Xavier. He takes pity on Emmy and slowly increases the speed over ten seconds, holding it just below maximum until the end. Her whimpers and moans get louder, and just as I’m starting to wonder if she needs help keeping quiet, she turns to me and buries her face in my chest.

I wrap my free arm around her and feel her moan against my peck. Her hips and legs are taut with tension as the orgasm burns through her. She starts to go limp in my hand, but instantly tenses again when the high-strength vibes continue.

Emmy shakes her head into my chest, and I can only just hear her sayingno.

It’s not a safe word and she knows that, so I don’t say anything. Helpfully, and with a smile, I count down the timer for her again. “Nine, eight, seven.”

Her whole body is spasming, and she is gripping her skirt tightly.

Without being told, she knows she isn’t allowed to remove the toy.

This girl is perfect.

And she is going to be ours.

Chapter 17

Emery

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