He leaned in to see what Zackery was witnessing, only for his eyes to widen while he took a closer look by taking my phone.
"Jade? Did you seriously draw this?"
"Uh...ya?" I replied, feeling a little nervous. "Is it okay?"
"This is outstanding Jade!" He moved the phone further back as if he had to check it at a different distance. "You also made me look really good."
"You realize that's an exact image of you in that pose," I reminded.
"Right," he replied but was still focused on the picture. "Can you paint this again but on a bigger canvas?"
"I could," I pointed out. "Why? Do you want one?"
"Yes," he replied and finally looked over to me. "I'd actually really want a painting like this."
"Then your wish is my command," I hummed, feeling a little giddy at his approval. "And shh. Don't tell Tanner I took a picture. He'll kick my ass when training gets back in session."
"Your secret is safe with us," Zackery teased. "I was going to make pancakes to eat. Want some?"
"Is that why the chocolate and maple syrup are out?" I inquired.
"Ya," he replied. "I don't like cold syrup."
"Why?" Calvin asked.
"Makes the pancakes cold faster," he explained. "Unless you're eating the pancakes right away, it's not as satisfying."
Calvin reached over to hold onto the bottles. "They're still pretty cold."
"I only took them out about five minutes before you guys arrived," Zackery admitted. "The others are going to the grocery store to stock up the fridge since we kind of went through the last bit of groceries rather fast."
"It's hard to feed ten people," I pointed out. "Have the R-squad figured out what's going on with their whole department transfer?
"They're being stingy," Calvin answered as he gave me back my phone and moved to sit on the stool to my left with his back facing the island. "Apparently, their department is low on agents and don't want the R-Squad to leave. Which is funny since they were so prompt in transferring Leonardo."
"Either they're trying to cover up, or attempting to set them in a trap," Zackery reasoned and suddenly lifted me up by my waist. I gave him a look, but he merely turned us over and placed me right on the kitchen island to sit.
"Should I start looking into it?" Calvin asked.
"After pancakes," Zackery suggested.
"I can just do it now," he reasoned.
"You gotta learn to relax a little, Calvin," Zackery pointed out. "Sit and watch a show for a few minutes or something."
"That's...hard," he admitted. "I’d rather be busy with tasks or something."
"You have to carry a balance, Calvin," I pointed out. "Without balance, you're going to burn out."
"I guess you have a point," he admitted with a conflicted look.
Zackery looked at me and from his playful grin, I had a growing suspicion he was plotting something, but I couldn't keep my mouth shut as I asked, "What are you plotting?"
"I'm imagining," he teased and took a long look at me. "Trying to see what sort of show we can put on to give Calvin a break."
"You're not serious," Calvin said with a sigh. "Don't try to start dancing or skipping because you suck at both."
"Hey! I'm a pretty good dancer. You can't be a basketball player without quick feet."
"Quick feet doesn't determine if you're a good dancer."
"Quick fingers don't determine if you can make a woman cum fast," Zackery countered back which had Calvin gawking and me laughing hysterically.
"Let's be real. That was a good come back." I giggled. "Zackery wins that round. What's Calvin's punishment?"
"He has to sit right there and relax," Zackery concluded. "In his boxers!"
"When did this become a game?" Calvin replied but actually got up. "Fine."
He unbuckled his pants and slid down his black casual dress pants before he was sitting back up on the stool in his black boxers.
"Happy?"
"No!" Zackery pointed at his boxers. "Seriously! It looks longer beneath the fabric than in the photo!"
"It's all about the angle." Calvin smirked in triumph which had me giggling wildly before I pointed at Zackery. "Calvin wins on that one."
"I didn't even have a comeback," Zackery whined.
"Exactly." I winked. "Your silence meant his statement left you stunned. He gets to choose your punishment."
"You have to endure licking cold chocolate and maple syrup," he said with pride.
"Fucker," Zackery huffed. "Fine, but the real question is this!" He turned to me with a pointing finger in my direction. "Who would you fuck? Me or Calvin?"
"I can't have both?" I suggested with a shrug.
The two of them just blinked before Zackery stuttered, "N-No!"
"Then I won't answer," I said in triumph.
"That means you have to receive a punishment," Calvin acknowledged.
"Go ahead," I purred happily. "I'm fine with either of you punishing me."
That left Calvin silent once again and Zackery took the perfect opportunity to take the lead. "Strip for us and sit right back on the island."
"Easy," I said with a sly grin as I slipped off the island and began to unbutton my dress shirt. I knew their eyes were completely locked on me. My sense of empowerment skyrocketed while I took my sweet time to undress.
Slipping my shirt off with ease, I tossed it to the side before I worked on my skirt. Then came my pantyhose, before I gave a moment to just stand in my underwear. Purposely dragging my hands up my body, I moved them to my back to unclip my bra strap, letting my breasts free as the bra fell to one side before I tossed it to join the rest of the pile.
Shaking my hips as I trailed my hands down to the waistband of my panties, I began to slide down the lace material that glided down my hips before they were free to drop to the floor.
Lifting my legs up slightly so the fabric left my ankles, I slid them to the side to meet the rest of my piled clothes before I made a full circle turn and then hoisted myself back onto the island.
I deliberately spread my legs out for a second, watching Zackery's hungry eyes take in every bit of my appearance before his tongue slowly licked his bottom lip that he ended up biting. I knew if things were different and we were alone, he would already be all over me, but his resistance was one to applaud in this scenario.
Crossing one leg over the other and crossing my arms over my chest so my nipples were hidden from sight, I arched an eyebrow while my eyes darted between the both of them.
"Now what? Another question?"
"Nah." Zackery smirked. "I haven't finished my punishment," he declared with a grin before he was reaching for the chocolate and maple syrup.
That left me smiling like a crazy girl who was about to cause havoc. The mere thought of Zackery licking me up was kindling my heated arousal between my legs. I was tempted to uncross my legs just to have some air pass by, but I could only guess what would happen if I dared.