Page 49 of Saved By the Officers

“What? What do you mean?”

The smooth material slipped around my hand as I searched my pocket for my phone, pulling it free. Holding it between our faces, I tilted my head toward the device. “What do you say we have a little fun?” When she only blinked, uncertainty with a sliver of fear radiating off her in waves, I froze. “If you’re not okay—”

“I don’t feel comfortable being filmed. Shit, are there cameras in here? I didn’t even ask—”

I choked on a shocked gasp. “No, there are no cameras in here, sweetheart. And I was thinking of FaceTiming Shade so he could watch. I’d never record you, sweetheart. What we have, what goes on between the three of us, is for us only. No one else. I’m a possessive asshole, if you haven’t noticed yet.”

“Oh, that’s….” She gnawed on her lower lip until I gently tugged it free. “I—”

“It really is okay,” I stated with zero disappointment. Just because the thought of tormenting my best friend while he had to watch and listen to me eat Georgia’s hot cunt nearly had me exploding in my pants didn’t mean she found it as hot as I did. Though when I went to put my phone back into my pocket, she gripped my wrist, halting the movement.

“I shouldn’t want it, but I do. I really, really do.” Her shoulders shook with a full-body shiver. “What does that mean?”

“That you were made for us,” I said with a salacious grin.

Tapping the FaceTime app, I hit Shade’s number and leaned forward so both our faces were in the frame. Shade’s face filled the screen, his brows pulled down and lips set in a firm line.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as his eyes flicked between the two of us.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to see if you’d like to watch as I eat our girl’s pussy on our break room table.”

He blinked, mouth opening and closing before his gaze locked on Georgia. “You want this?”

She nodded. “I told him what you said today about him watching.”

Shade’s dark eyes slid to me. “Do you want direction?”

“Nah, I want to torture you for once.” Georgia pulled back enough to search my face. “You’ll find out what we’re talking about soon enough, sweetheart.” I shot her a wink before turning back to the phone. “You somewhere Grace won’t hear? Because I plan to make her scream my name so loud the next county will hear it.”

Shade cursed under his breath but was off the living room couch between heartbeats. The background flew past as he hurried to a more private area. The soft click of a door locking sounded before Georgia’s downstairs bathroom filled the background behind Shade’s face.

With him situated, I turned the phone screen toward Georgia so he could see how deliciously fuckable she looked. Lips parted, chest heaving with quick breaths, hair a mess while leaning against the wall like she would fall over without the support, she was every man’s wet dream. But she wasn’t theirs.

This beautiful woman was ours.

And I planned to stake my claim now, often, and as passionately as possible.

The soft material of her sweater slid between my pinched fingers as I gave it a hard tug. “Take it off.”

Not hesitating, she gripped the hem and worked it over her head. The first sliver of skin had me licking my lips, eager to kiss and lick every inch of her perfect body. A grunt rattled in my chest when her full tits came into view. All I could focus on was her flushed chest, the rest of the world white noise.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I cupped her full breasts over the cups, tracing my fingertips along the lace edge.

“Taste them.” Shade’s voice filled the break room. “She is so fucking responsive. I bet she’s already so fucking wet for you.”

Witha guttural groan, I pressed my forehead to Georgia’s. “Take it off,” I whispered, gaze downcast, waiting for the moment her tits were free. The instant her bra loosened, I shoved the phone into her hand. “Make him watch. Everything.”

With more force than necessary, I yanked the straps of her bra down her arms and flung it across the room, not caring where it landed. Dropping to my knees, I sucked a peaked nipple between my lips, pressing my face hard against her breast as I licked the tip.

Blunt nails scraped along my scalp as her fingers tightened in my hair, urging me harder. Shade’s heavy breaths flooded through the speaker, combining with hers as if the phone was inches from his face as he watched me suck and bite at the perfect nipples. Kissing across, I latched on to the other pebbled nipple while I pinched, twisting the first.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, hips rolling off the wall, no doubt searching for any kind of friction to ease the building ache between her legs.

Continuing to torture her breasts, I nipped at the tip as I popped the top button of her jeans free.

Falling back to my heels, I memorized every inch of her flushed face as I slowly worked the zipper down. I grumbled in annoyance at the stiff material as I worked the pants down her legs.

“Sorry, Trap,” Shade rasped. “I ruined her leggings today when I came all over them or your job would be much easier right now.”

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