Page 62 of Her Protector Daddies

“I’d like that. You’ll keep me safe. That’s all I need to know.”

“So safe…” Bailey kissed me hard, slotting our mouths together and swallowing down my soft, surprised moan. Backing me up against the tiles, he kept one arm coiled around my waist while his other slipped down between my wet thighs and pressed against my mound.

What better stress relief was there than sex?

Bailey was of the same mind, apparently. A soft rumble vibrated through his chest and I caressed his back with both of my hands. He pressed three fingers through the outer lips of my pussy, then curled them inward and two fingers slid deep inside me.

“Fuck,” I gasped open-mouthed against his lips, rocking up onto my tiptoes.

The heel of his palm ground upward against my clit while he pumped his fingers into me. I cupped his cheek with one hand, aligning my thumb with his jaw and stroking through his damn facial hair. He pressed his forehead to mine, staring deep into my eyes even as my attention fluttered. Caught between his hot body and the rapidly cooling tiles, my focus was split in three directions.

The anxious, rampant thoughts about the Gala screeched to a halt, locked in place by the locks of pleasure that rushed to the forefront of my mind. Everything else faded into the background. There was just me and Bailey.

His thick fingers pumped rhythmically inside of me. His hand angled enough for me to grind against his coarse palm and stimulate my clit. My hardened nipples dragged against his own chest with every roll of my body. We shared the same air, panting together as Bailey kissed my lips and murmured countless words of adoration that I barely heard but definitely felt.

I needed this moment to last forever.

Like all good things, the end came too quickly, and Bailey held me through my climax, praising me gently.

Unfortunately, the warmth and satisfaction of pleasure faded all too quickly, and by the time Bailey stepped away with a warm kiss and a smirk, the nerves had already swept back to the front of my thoughts. I tried to cling to Bailey’s warmth for the rest of my shower. A desperate attempt to claim comfort as I could delay the inevitable no longer.

“Miss Hartley?”

A knock at the door ended the shower immediately.

“Yes?”

“I’m here to help you get ready.”

“Be right out, Maisie,” Bailey called and a shocked, muted squeak came through the door. I clutched at Bailey’s arm with a chuckle.

“My god,” I grinned.

“What?” Bailey wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist as I wrapped myself in the same. “I’m not ashamed.”

“Good.” Warmth flooded my cheeks but one step toward the door, my knee weakened. “Fuck.”

“You’re going to be amazing.” Bailey pressed one hand to my lower back and stroked his thumb in circles. “Maisie is a sweetheart. She’s a pro. You’ll be ready in no time.”

Bailey wasn’t wrong. Maisie was adorable. Her neat grey curls and crinkled blue eyes did have a strange way of putting me at ease as she helped dry off my hair, then she curled it into large ringlets that sat softly around my shoulders.

The only thing that made the wiring taped to my under-bust and stomach okay was the dress that had been picked out for me to wear. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, and when Maisie held it up for me to step into, I was utterly giddy with excitement. I’d never owned something this nice before and as the cool silk dragged against my skin while dressing, I didn’t even try to hide my smile.

The peridot green of the dress made my auburn hair look much darker in the mirror. A fitted corset stitched into the dress tightly hugged my ribs and pushed my breasts up into two silk cups held aloft by soft straps across my shoulders. From the bottom of the corset, several looped layers of ruffled material created an elegant skirt just past knee-length, with a split up the left leg that tucked into multiple ruffles by my hip. To stop anyone from getting an eyeful of something they shouldn’t, the dress had a sheer underskirt that clung to my thighs to protect my modesty. The outfit was complete, paired with a pair of gold heels that matched the golden glitter that worked through the dress.

I had never looked so good in my life.

“I could get used to this undercover shtick,” I chuckled, admiring myself in the mirror. The bone work on the corset was so form-fitting that even with firm pressing, the wire was invisible.

“Don’t let the team hear you say that,” Maisie smiled, adjusting my curls. “They’re always looking to send more people undercover and it’s rarely this glamorous.”

“Oh, of course.” Still, if this was to be my last night, then I would go out looking fantastic.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” A stronger pulse of nausea swept through my gut, so I forced myself to swallow a couple of times to control the sensation and stepped out into the hotel room.

Tyler, Bailey, and Jay’s eyes locked on me instantly, and a pulse of excitement skittered through my chest as the clear, hungry appreciation in their eyes. I fought to keep the smile from my face as the woman introduced to me as the Captain stepped forward with a flat smile.

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