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“That right. There’s the mood ruiner,” I tease.

“Your clenched pussy is saying otherwise,” he moans, and I feel him twitch inside me.

“God, let me catch my breath a bit more before you get excited so fast,” I complain.

“As long as you speak fluent Russian like that again,” he offers, which makes me further groan.

“No.”

“You know I can force it out of you,” he teases and rubs my ass before he slaps it when I least expect it.

“?????,” I curse, and he lowly chuckles.

“See?”

“Ugh, you’re evil!”

“Only when I’m horny and want to fuck you again before I have to act like I didn’t get a feast of the Mickey special.”

“The Mickey Special, God.” I smile from ear to ear. “You’re smitten, Harvey.”

“Since the day you became the Queen of our crew, Sweetheart.”

He lets me relax once more, trailing his hand from my hair to move up and down my back.

“Think you can handle one more?” Ace whispers into my ear. “I really need to feel you squeeze me into oblivion one more time, Mickey.”

“I can handle it,” I assure him. “As long as the guys don’t mind us being late.”

“I’ll suck up to Maddox,” he assures me.

I know as long as he has the captain’s approval, no one else can say a thing, let alone complain.

“Good,” I breathe and whisper, “Then let me suck you off while you drive us back.”

His low chuckle sends shivers through me.

“Anything you ask, you get, Mickey.”

I couldn’t be happier.

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~MIKAYLA~

“You recorded that,” I gasp and try to take the camera from Ace’s grasp, but he slips the SD card out of the device and lifts it so my 5’4” height can’t do me justice.

“Mine,” he teases and hooks his free arm around me, so I can’t start jumping shamelessly. “I have to taunt the others with good content.”

“Good content?” I groan. “Should I even ask?”

“Nah.” He shakes his head but leans in close to whisper, “Don’t worry. Only our crew gets to masturbate to this.”

His cocky expression makes me pout my lips before I cross my arms under my breast. Looking him dead in the eye, I ask him something he doesn’t expect.

“What if I want to masturbate to it?”

His mouth opens to answer, but then my words finally click in his brain, leaving him to stare back at me like a computer window struggling to load up a file.

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