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I wanted her with me tonight, and I was going to make it my goal even if I had to kidnap her.
“You look so beautiful, Baby Girl.”
“Thank you, Davis bought it for me,” she said.
“He always has good taste.” I grabbed her hand as we walked to the SUV. I wanted her to sit with me in the back.
I opened the door, I heard Dawson huff and I smirked, Davis grabbed the passenger’s seat and Ford sat in the back with
- Isha sandwiched in between.
“So tell me a little more about Stafford and Cruz?”
“They’re great guys. I’m sure that Dawson has already told you they’re husbands and adopting twins. A boy and a girl.
Stafford is a strategist. He’s like Dawson and comes up with plans for missions. Cruz is a tech guy. He can hack almost
as well as Davis.”
“What kind of missions does Becks Security do? I thought you guys just did like security systems and maybe bodyguard type work.”
“We do those things, but we’re really good at finding people and extracting them from situations too,” I said.
“So, what exactly are all your roles?”
“We have many, but mostly Dawson is the face of the company and our strategist. Davis is our hacker. Ford and I are two of the best trackers and Ford is also a demo guy. And I can break into any building without being caught. It’s a gift,” I said smugly. I knew my abilities, I was d*mn good. “I am also the best driver.”
“Yeah, that’s why Dawson is always the one that drives us everywhere. You’ve trashed three vehicles in the last two years,
“Ford said.
“First, two of those accidents weren’t my fault and the last one, I got distracted by someone,” I mumbled.
Ford started laughing. I looked at Dawson in the rearview mirror, and he was smiling. Then I looked at Davis and his whole face was up in flames.
“What happened?” Isha asked.
“You really want to know, baby girl,” I whispered into her ear. I smiled when she shivered.
She nodded, and I took her ear lobe between my teeth and started sucking on it. Her eyes fluttered shut and
goosebumps erupted all over her skin.
“That’s what happened,” I whispered.
Her eyes snapped open, “Who?”
I nodded towards Davis, whose face was still pink.
She started giggling. Davis turned and winked at her. I couldn’t help myself and I leaned in and started to kiss her neck. She moved and gave me more access.
I licked up the side of her neck to her ear. “Will you sleep with me tonight?” I asked.
She moved and looked at me.
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“Yes, I’d love to,” she said. I caught her lips, and we made out the rest of the way to the main branch.
When we pulled up, Ford took advantage and ripped her away from me with a snicker. He held her hand as we all walked into the building.
“Mr. Becks, Mr. Benton, Mr. Myers and Mr. Rogers, how are all of you?” Cicily the front receptionist greeted us. She tried to get with Davis hard when she first started. He panicked one day and grabbed me, slamming his lips to mine right in front of her. It was the first time any of our employees had seen us as a couple. She gasped, then she stated she wouldn’t mind being the jelly to our peanut butter, whatever that meant. She had been reprimanded, and has been the perfect model receptionist since. That was two years ago.
Cicily’s eyes stopped on Isha, her eyes flicked to Ford’s hand holding hers and also how close I was standing with my hand on the small of Isha’s back. She looked at me with a confused look and then looked at Davis. She still had f*cking hearts in her eyes for him. I heard Davis make a noise and move closer to me.
“You okay, Davis?” Isha asked, letting go of Ford and turning to him. She cupped his face to look in his eyes.
She signed if there was anything she could do for him. He gave her a small smile, then he leaned down and brushed his lips to her.
Cicily gasped, Isha turned, and I looked at Cicily, and she was glaring at Isha. But before I could say anything, Isha beat
me to it.
“You have a problem?” Isha asked, her brow quirking.
“No,” Cicily said, through clenched teeth.
“Tell Mr. Benson and Mr. Hernandez that we are here. We will meet them in their office,” Dawson said.
“Yes Mr. Becks,” Cicily said, staring daggers at Isha.
“Wipe that look off of your face if you want to keep your job, that’s our woman you are staring at. Show her some respect.”
Cicily’s mouth dropped open and I heard Isha snicker. Davis and I grabbed her hands and made our way to the private
elevator that would go to the top floor where Cruz and Stafford had taken over.
The moment the elevator doors closed, I picked Isha up, her legs went around my waist and arms around my neck. I
backed her into Dawson, whose hands went under her dress from behind. Ford had Davis up against a wall and they
were kissing.
I rubbed my hard-clothed c*ck against her core, she gasped.
“I’m going to destroy this p*ssy tonight, with my tongue, fingers and c*ck. Are you okay after the monster c*ck you took last night?” I asked her.
“I’m good, Dawson took really good care of me last night with a very cold glass c*ck.”
It was my turn to gasp a little. The image that went through my head had me groaning, and I looked at Dawson.
“Oh, yeah. It was as hot as you imagine,” he said.
“F*ck.” I looked back at our girl and I kissed her, plunging my tongue into her mouth over and over. I felt the elevator stop,
and I heard the doors open, but I didn’t give a sh*t.
A throat cleared, and a chuckle was heard.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Orgy in the elevator and we weren’t invited,” Stafford’s deep-ass baritone said.
I stepped back from Isha, letting her legs down. Her face was flushed and her eyes were dazed. I noticed Dawson’s hands were still kneading her ass, but then he reluctantly stopped and fixed her dress.
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“Stafford, how are you doing man?” Ford said.
I greeted Cruz and then Stafford. I really missed them, but they were the best pick to stay at the main branch.
“Guys, who is the pretty little thing you have here?” Cruz asked. He picked up Isha’s hand.
“Hello, beautiful, I am Cruz Hernandez. What are you doing with these bunch of ruffians?” He bent to kiss her hand and I put my hand on top of theirs, and he kissed mine instead.
He stood tall and smirked at me.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
“It’s very much like that,” I said.
He looked from me, to Dawson, to Ford and then Davis, who came closer to Isha.
“Oh, ho, girly, you did the impossible, you got these four to share,” Cruz said.
“This is Isha Baxter,” I started to say.
“Isha Ryan, once the divorce is final I am going back to my maiden name,” she said.
“Ohhh, she’s still married, you naughty men,” Stafford said with a chuckle.
“I’m almost two weeks away from being free. Plus, he’s already put his d*ck in another woman before he even let me know
we were over, so it’s all good.”
“Oh, I like her,” Cruz said.
We all walked to their office. They had changed it up. Their sitting area had plush chairs and a long couch with a dark
maple wooden table in the middle.
“So, tell us about yourself, Isha,” Cruz said.
“Well, I’m twenty-four, a writer and a new billionaire.”
They stared at her, which I found hilarious.
Stafford cleared his throat.
“So, I guess you aren’t with them for their money,” he said.
“No, just their c*cks,” she said with a straight face. Silence was met with this statement, and then we all burst out into
laughter.
“She’s a peach,” Cruz said.
“What do you write, anything we’ve read?”
“Not unless you read biker and polyamoury smut.”
“You write spicy books? I’ve read a few,” Stafford said.
“Well, I write under the pen name Isla Gold.”
“AHHHHHHHHH,” Stafford screamed. My eyes popped as I looked at him.
“The f*ck?” I said.
“You brought me Isla Gold! You guys are the best!” he yelled.
“You’ve read my books?” she asked, astonished.
“Have I read your books? I have all of your books on my phone. Oh my God. Cruz and I have even reenacted some of your
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hottest scenes with each other.”
I looked at her, and she was flushed with delight.
“Can I have your autograph?” Stafford asked, excitedly.
“Oh my,” she said.
Stafford got up and went to his desk. He got a pen and a pad of paper.
“Could you make it out to me and write something witty?”
“Sure,” she said, with pleasure.
She did as he asked.
To Stafford, keep gobbling your man’s c*ck, he looks very happy. Love Isla Gold.
She handed him the pad.
He looked at it and then at Cruz and threw back his head and laughed.
“I love her!” he exclaimed.
I looked at her. I think I did too.
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