Page 44 of Bad Men

“Sore?” Dav murmured against her mouth, fingers digging into her ass cheeks, pulling them apart so I could see the tight rosebud nestled between.

Mia chuckled. “A little, but not enough to stop now.”

Dav smirked. In a single motion, he pushed to his feet, taking her with him. He set her down and reached around for the zipper of her uniform. With a single tug, he tore the fabric apart. It was shrugged down her body and left in a puddle at her ankles.

“Did you see the texts she sent us?”

I’d been too busy studying the perfect lines of Mia’s frame and had to blink to bring the rest of the room into focus.

“Text?” I replied, positive I hadn’t heard him correctly.

Dav wasn’t even looking at me. His dark eyes were fixed on the woman staring up at him with flushed cheeks and a swollen mouth.

“You should check your phone,” was his only answer.

As odd as the request may have seemed at a time like that, I fumbled into my back pocket and unearthed my phone.

I’d been waiting for messages from Dav for most of the morning. It stunned me that I’d missed so many from Mia. I opened the first one and scrolled through the conversation between the two and stopped when I reached the animated graphics.

“Jesus…” I breathed, eyebrows moving up to my hairline.

“Such a dirty girl,” Dav said, gaze never once leaving Mia. “Looking up different ways to get fucked while at work.” He clicked his tongue softly. “What will we do with you?”

“I’m kind of waiting to find out myself,” Mia replied smartly, earning herself a sound smack on the left butt cheek.

She yelped but didn’t struggle when the same hand fisted into the same firm cheek and yanked her into Dav’s chest.

“I think we need to find something to occupy that mouth of yours while we decide what to do with you,” Dav growled into her upturned face.

With a hard nudge, he sent her in my direction. The gesture took me by surprise for a full second before I realized what he was doing.

“Get down there,” he told her, pushing down on her shoulders.

Mia went down eagerly between my knees. Our gazes met for a flutter of a second before her mouth found my cock.

“Fuck!” I hissed through my teeth, phone forgotten for the dark head bobbing in my lap. The thing dropped off the armrest and hit the carpet on the other side with a forgotten thump.

She’d gotten a lot better at that since the last time I’d been nestled in the hot cave of her throat. There was a twisting of her tongue around the shaft that nearly had my eyes crossing.

“Show him that thing I taught you,” Dav encouraged, moving around from one side of her to the other like a teacher observing a star pupil.

He was enjoying this. It was written all across the smirk he wasn’t even bothering to conceal. I was beginning to think this was my punishment when Mia ascended to the tip in a fluid stroke before descending with a deep purr in her throat and a hint of teeth that had me clutching at the armrests with a vicious snarl trapped behind clenched teeth.

Dav snickered. “Feels good, eh?”

But the fucker didn’t even wait for my response when he stalked from the room, leaving me to suffer the sweet torment of Mia’s assault alone. I was starting to accept he was leaving me there to suffer when he appeared in the doorway, naked, except for the condom around his hard cock. He held the rest of the condoms in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. If I had any sense left in my head, I would have raised an eyebrow, but he was moving back to us. A moment later, he was behind her, kneeling between her bent knees.

Mia, to her credit, never slowed in her torture, not even when Dav took her by the hips and maneuvered her into position. But I knew the moment he slid inside her; she tensed around me for the shortest second before giving a guttural grunt that vibrated all the way down to my balls. Dav took his time, feeding her mere inches of himself. They both groaned when he hit her base.

“Fuck me, you feel good,” he panted, long fingers digging indents into the soft flesh of her hips.

He drew back before thrusting back in, going quicker now. Never slowing, he plucked up the bottle he’d set down next to him and flipped open the cap. I watched, fascinated as he turned over the bottle and drizzled clear, unscented lube down the crack of Mia’s ass.

Mia squeaked. Her head shot off my erection to turn over her shoulder.

“Cold!” she panted.

“Sorry, love,” Dav soothed, snapping the cap back into place and setting the bottle aside once more. “I’ll remember to warm it next time.”

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