I watch as Emily takes off her blazer, reaching for her button-up and undoing the first few. My breath catches in my throat. I overhear Bailey ask, “Fu-what are you doing?”
“Giving him what he wants, mommy,” she replies simply. I freeze in my spot, panic consuming my body, jealousy weaving its way into my bones. Bailey briefly argues with her. Secretly, I’m hoping she will listen to him, but as long as we’ve been together I know her better than that.
“Get out of my face or I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to you,” Emily says loudly before walking into the interrogation room. I can’t bring myself to watch through the two-way mirror. My feet have become frozen to the spot I’m standing. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, rage taking over everything inside of me. Jealousy is clouding my judgment. I ball my hands into fists trying to focus on my breathing in order to calm down.
After a little while in the interrogation room, Emily walks out feeling good about what she got out of the suspect. I catch her eyes and give her a stern look. Emily looks back at me confused and I mouth “my office, now.” I don’t wait for her reply and stomp off to my office, slamming the door behind me.
Emily taps gently on my door and comes in. “Baby, what’s wrong?” she asks when she sees the red hot anger painted on my face.
“You’re mine,” I whisper.
“What?”
“I said you’re mine, Emily,” I say louder. “I don’t like what you pulled in there.”
Emily scoffs. “Well what was I supposed to do? We needed to get information out of him and that’s what I profiled would work the best.”
“You’re mine.”
“I know.” We stare at each other, contemplating our next move. I walk over to her, pushing her against the door.
“You’re mine,” I say again before kissing her roughly.
“Oh, I see,” Emily says in a sing-song voice. “You’re jealous.” I blush, a little ashamed of my actions. “No, don’t be embarrassed, JJ. Quite frankly, it’s hot,” Emily says, licking her lips. Pleasure shoots to my core, intensifying the sudden need for friction.
I grab ahold of Emily’s throat, slightly lessening her oxygen supply. “You’re mine and I’m going to show you just how much that is true.” I quickly kick her legs apart and pull down her pants slightly. I start rubbing her clit at a brutal pace, having no patience for teasing. I’m on a mission to show her exactly what I can do for her.
“Oh, fuck, JJ,” Emily says under her breath. Emily leans into my daft fingers, searching for more. I slowly increase my pace as I shove two fingers into her wet pussy.
“You’re so wet for me. No one else can make you this wet. You’re mine.”
“Fuck yes. I’m all yours, JJ. Fuck, I’m about to cum,” moans Emily.
“Cum for me, baby.” Emily clenches around my fingers, delightful moans flooding from her mouth. Her arousal runs down my hand and down her thighs. I lick my lips, excited for a taste of her sweetness. “Open,” I instruct.
She opens her mouth and I shove my finger in. “Taste how good you are, baby. Taste how wet I made you.” She swirls her tongue around my fingers, wetness flooding my core at that action. “Fuck baby. You’re so hot. And you’re all mine.”
After she successfully cleans herself off my fingers, I drop to my knees, making eye contact with her the whole time. Still coming down from her orgasm, I start gently. I lick her thighs, savoring the taste of her. “JJ, please,” Emily struggles out between moans. “I need you.”
I lick a stripe between her folds. She trembles, her clit highly sensitive. “You’re gonna cum for me again. Show me just how much you need me.” My tongue dances around her clit. Emily moans loudly. “Shhhh, someone could hear us.” I don’t attempt to silence her anymore; I love to hear her moan.
Emily’s legs start to shake; she’s close. “Fuck. Shit. Fuck I’m cumming.” Emily shudders, filling my mouth with her arousal. I moan at her taste, sending vibrations into her clit, extending her orgasm. She slides down the door, unable to hold herself up anymore.
We both sit on the floor, attempting to catch our breath. After a moment I giggle to myself.
“What?” Emily asks.
“What did you say to Bailey again? What did you call yourself?”
“Mommy.”
I blush. I remembered what she said. I just wanted to hear her say it again.