Page 53 of The Truth of Our Secrets

“I can be quiet.”

“She can’t.” I point at Emmet. “Your job is to keep her mouth covered or occupied.”

He’s nodding and searching the office as if a bed is magically going to pop out of a wall.

“Come here, Baby Girl.” I take her hand and walk around the desk. Kicking my chair back, I lay her out on the desk. “Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

“You two look fucking sexy as hell. But it’s going to make it hard for me to get to her mouth. Move her to the side edge.” Emmet’s fingers brush the desk.

Madyson eyes me over her shoulder. She’ll do whatever I say and he’s right.

“Sure.” I drag her across the polished wood, knocking my nameplate on the floor. Her eyes close and her lips press together, trying to stay quiet.

“You’re doing so good for me,” I praise her and she whimpers.

She’s wearing a long skirt with boots up to her knees. Emmet kneels, holding her face as they kiss. The sight of them steals my breath.

I slide one arm up over her head. Their urgency spurs me on.

Chapter twenty

Madyson

Ilet go of all my inhibitions and allow them to surround me. It feels positively right for the first time. I’ve enjoyed sex with two men, but the sliver of shame evaporates.

Emmet owns my mouth and I’m so wet it’s dripping down my leg. I smile, knowing what’s coming.

Jayce flips my skirt up and curses when he sees I’m not wearing any underwear.

Emmet breaks our kiss, hissing appreciatively at my bare pussy.

Jayce lifts my legs to strike my ass.

“Naughty girl. Did you plan this?” He settles himself over me so he can talk directly into my ear. “I should punish you for this.”

“Hooow?” I didn’t exactly plan this, but easy access is never a bad thing.

Jayce knocks the ball cap off Emmet’s head and threads his fingers into his hair to kiss him. “I should make you watch us and deny you an orgasm,” he says with his lips on Emmet’s.

“Shit.” Emmet closes his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I lie, not the least bit sorry.

“Did you leave the house like this?” He speaks to me, but he’s kissing Emmet. Emmet doesn’t submit, so they’re clashing for control—powerful together.

It’s a game we play. His pretend anger when I don’t wear panties. He gets off on it.

“Should we tell Emmet what your punishment will be?” He turns, kissing the side of my mouth.

I can’t think straight.

“Tell him your punishment.”

I’m panting, trying to gain friction on my clit, but his body weight has me pinned too tight. “He holds me at his mercy,giving me so many orgasms, I have to beg him to stop. One time he tied me to the bed and used my body for hours.”

“Fucking hell.” Emmet squeezes his erection over his jeans.

“Poor Madyson was a limp mess that had to be cleaned up. She knows what happens when she’s a bad girl,” Jayce explains with his eyes on Emmet’s impressive hard-on.

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