Chapter 485

“Good morning, Champs.”

Gemma and Sabrina both laughed, and you couldn’t help smirking a bit and chuckling at Becks. Coming back to the office on Wednesday morning was a little bit of a letdown after going to the old historic courthouse for the mock trial, but the highlight was definitely Becks’ welcoming smile and the glimmer in her eye. She was dressed in one of her regular, perfectly professional business outfits - just a little bit of cleavage, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, and her makeup done immaculately.

All it did was make you think of her ‘Miss Lusty’ persona. She was a damn hot secretary.

“I think we’re just winners, not Champs, babe,” Gemma said as the three of you stopped in front of Becks’ desk. “Champs implies there was a trophy, or at least a tournament or something.”

“Ouch,” Becks said, making a playfully dramatic face. “I guess I’m not a good enough trophy then?”

“Gemma,” Sabrina scoffed, playing into it. “How could you say that to Becks?”

“Bitch, you were already our trophy,” Gemma smirked. “We’re still good for, ah, ‘drinks’ tonight, right?”

Becks let the overdramatic injured expression she was giving drop, switching back to that lascivious smile as she nodded. “Absolutely. Is your other trophy still coming, too?”

“She confirmed last night,” you said. In between bouts of sex you and the girls had texted with Tasha to let her know it was going to be a victory party. A few sexy pictures had been exchanged, but it had mostly been flirting. You would have continued that morning except the three of you had woken up a little late and been in a rush, and Tasha was probably still asleep since she didn’t start work as early. “She’s excited. You’re still good with-” you glanced around to make sure the lobby was empty, “-’sharing trophy space’ with another, uh, trophy?”

Becks snorted softly at the ever-more-awkward innuendo. “Yes, I’m good with it,” she said. “Honestly, playing with you guys has got me more ... open to similar trophies.” Then she lowered her voice to a whisper, leaning forward. “I’m very excited for tonight, Daddy.”

Sabrina covered her mouth to stop from giggling, and Gemma’s grin could have split her face. You just sighed, playing up your frustration with the whole ‘Daddy’ thing more than you actually felt it - after a few months of it, you’d kind of gotten used to it. And having a woman like Becks, let alone Sabrina or Gemma, calling you ‘Daddy’ in a sexy way was a turn-on, especially considering what it implied.

“I’m looking forward to it too,” you said, then dropped your own voice. “Miss Lusty.”

Becks stuck her tongue out at you playfully, then after a glance around she smirked and then did the universal sign for a blowjob.

The three of you wished her a good morning, and she grumbled about needing to go change thongs in the bathroom after the dirty talk, which left the three of you laughing as you got on the elevator. You were about to press the button to head up when you realised that someone needed to do the coffee run that morning. Gemma and Sabrina made the executive decision to go together, sending you up to hold down the fort, so you rode the elevator alone.