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Gus: Come over after work. We’ll take care of your needy pussy.

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I noted he’d sent it right after she left.

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Parker: OK

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Her response was timed much later—in fact, just ten minutes ago—I assumed after the call she’d left us to attend. At least I knew she was okay, thank fuck. Raines wasn’t known for a shit ton of crime, but bad things could happen anywhere.

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Then Kemp had chimed in on the group text.

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Kemp: Since you had your panties halfway down, clothes are optional.

Parker: I should come naked?

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“Holy shit,” I muttered, thinking of her showing up in just a trench coat and fuck-me heels.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gus grin and tip up his chin toward me. “Send her something so she knows we’re all into this.”

“She’s the fucking sheriff,” I countered.

“Yeah, and if you get your head out of your ass, you’ll be fucking the sheriff all night long,” Kemp added, drying his hands.

Since he was annoying, but accurate, I paused, thought of what to type.

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Me: We can make you come dressed, naked, riding any one of our dicks. Even two of them.

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I hit send and both of their cells vibrated. Gus looked at his. “Nice.” Then he typed as fast as his big thumbs would allow.

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My cell vibrated—we didn’t leave the ringers on during working hours—and I read his addition.

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Gus: That’s right, pixie. You can have all three of us at the same time if you want. And I promise, you’ll come.

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Her response came almost immediately.

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Parker: I need it. Bad. I get off at six.


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