Screwged

…I’m guessing by now, Tim and Mandy have basically signed their own confession.

Seamus whistles, shaking his head as he pulls me into him.

“So it’s going to copy their records? For proof?”

“Yep. If they use either of their personal laptops, which is what they’ve been doing, it’s going to copy everything. Every transaction, every deleted email. All of it.”

He grins, kissing my cheek. “Fuck, do I love you. But damn, girl, you’ve got fucking claws.”

“Damn right.” I smile back at him.

“And the money?” Brock cocks a brow. “I mean, at this point, it’d just be the icing on the cake to get it back, but I haven’t been holding my breath.”

I beam at him smugly. “All there. All ten million, sitting in an offshore account. Well, all of it minus the hundred-grand Tim spent on a tricked-out Humvee.”

Brock rolls his eyes. “What a douche.”

“You know,” Seamus mutters. “These fucking idiots may have even gotten away with it if was just skimming. But they got stupid when they started selling company secrets. Greedy fucks.”

“Hey.” I grin, sticking my tongue out at him. “Greedy isn’t always a bad thing. I mean I wouldn’t settle for just one of you, remember?”

He chuckles as he kisses me softly. “As if I could forget.”

“Oh, and you’ll get every cent back, too. When your lawyers submit the evidence, they’ll have more than enough for a federal order on the bank.”

“Wow,” Seamus says, shaking his head. “So, this is it. You cracked the case.”

“Sure did.”

Brock grins, raising a brow. “Guess this means you’ll be moving on?”

“Oh, yeah, totally,” I drawl sarcastically. “It’s been such a drag falling in love with both of you over the last year.”

He chuckles, pulling me close. “Damn, I fucking love you,” he growls.

“Better,” I breathe back, kissing him. I turn, moaning as Seamus’s lips find mine.

“And I love you too,” he murmurs. “Oh, and you’re moving back in tonight. The last two weeks have fucking sucked.”

I giggle. “Tell me about it. I’ve missed our bed.”

“Well,” Brock glances at his watch. “Is it that time?”

“Oh, it’s time.”

I stand and regretfully begin the task of finding my clothes from around the room and slipping them back on.

“Okay, how do I look?”

Brock shrugs. “I mean, kinda like you just got fucked.”

I snort a giggle, blushing as I try and make my hair somewhat presentable in the mirror by the door to their office, I turn, biting my lip as I watch my two men lazily pull on clothes over those rock hard bodies.

“You ready to go blow some minds downstairs?”

“Yes please.” I smile. “I mean the sooner you get this over with, the sooner we can throw your other amazing employees a holiday party they actually deserve.”

Seamus laughs. “They do deserve it.”

I eye them, wagging a finger at both of them. “And don’t you forget about Megan and Herb.”

Brock laughs as he glances at his friend. “She’s a bossy little thing when she wants to be, isn’t she?”

“Seriously.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m going downstairs now, if you’re done.”

Seamus grins. “Why don’t you go ahead and send Mandy and Tim up next.” His look darkens. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

I kiss them each once more before I fix my hair, smooth down my skirt and blouse, ands step outside.

The whispered muttering of the employees goes quiet as I slowly walk back down the stairs. And it feels so fucking naughty, knowing both of their cum is still in me, and on my skin, and soaking into my panties. But all it does is give me that little extra thrill — a little extra heat in my face as I step back onto the main office floor.

“What—” Megan, still looking shook from her earlier questioning with Brock and Seamus, steps over to me, her brow worried. “You were in there for so long, Noelle!”

I just smile. “Oh, they had lots of questions for me. But, I think I satisfied them both!”

That one brings a blush to my face as I turn towards Mandy, still camped out by the cupcake tray with Tim. Only now, I see that she’s got her laptop bag slung over one shoulder.

…They’re both about to be so fucked and not in the good way.

“Mandy? Tim?” I smile cheerily at her, watching the way she and Tim glance at each other uneasily.

“They want to see you now.”

The both of them pale.

“Oh, hon.” I smile broadly at her, patting her shoulder. “I’m sure you’re going to do fine!”

Her and Tim have barely stepped into Brock and Seamus’s office when I turn to the rest of the employees and clap my hands together.

“So, how about we throw a real holiday party now?”

****

Ten minutes later, the caterers, the bartenders, the DJ, and the party planner that I’ve had waiting in the lobby downstairs pile out of the elevators, dropping jaws as they scurry to set up. Great music starts playing, drinks start flowing, and food that hasn’t come from a grocery-store bakery section starts getting passed around to Brock and Seamus’s flabbergasted employees.