Page 51 of Protecting Hailey

I held back a giggle.

Oh, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had this much fun before a show.

I made the mistake of peeking behind the black curtain as people flocked to their seats. There were several round tables and chairs, as well as room to stand at the back. I would estimate the space could hold around two hundred people.

My hands trembled, thinking back to the Harriet King Show. The last time I performed, it didn’t go too well. But this was live, and I felt more comfortable with my voice rather than relying on some machine.

Christian sighed next to me. His face looked gloomier than mine. I smirked. “With that face, I’d think you were the one performing in twenty minutes instead of me.”

He shook his head. “I’m just watching to make sure everything runs smoothly. Everything and everyone is in place. I’m just looking for any last-minute details. I’m pleased that the metal detector wands I ordered for the security guards came in on time.”

“Metal detectors? How did you accomplish that so quickly?”

“With connections and lots of money.”

I looked at his clothes more closely. His suit was perfectly tailored, and the buttons were embossed with a ‘V’. I wasn’t sure which designer did that, but the stitching was impeccable. “I didn’t realize I was paying you so well.”

“You’re not,” he smirked while staring at the crowd with his arms crossed.

Five minutes had passed since I’d told Christian to meet me in my dressing room and I would only get more nervous staring at the crowd before I had to perform.

My stomach was in knots and my chest felt tight. I needed a release. I grinned at Christian and arched my brow when he looked down at me. He smiled, remembering my earlier suggestion.

Touching his arm, I stepped past him. He didn’t follow me right away, but a few minutes after I shut the dressing room door, Christian walked in.

He loosened his black tie and unbuttoned the top button of his collar. I wet my lips, anticipating what was to come.

“Are you sure about this, right before your concert?” he asked.

“Yes. I need to focus on something other than that crowd. And after last night, I felt like I could conquer anything.”

“Right now, Hailey, I want you to give me everything you’ve got. Don’t hold back.”

“I won’t,” I breathed when he pressed me up against the wall. He lifted me by the waist and I wrapped my legs around him. I wore a short sundress, and he easily moved my panties aside. Unzipping his pants, he left his belt on.

His lips pressed against my neck and he softly pressed his teeth against my artery. The pressure sent tingles all over my body and straight to my core. I never knew I had a pleasure point there, and he discovered it on our first night.

I closed my eyes as the sensation ran through my veins, heightening my sensitivity in all the right places. The excitement and nervous energy of the crowd waiting for me outside and knowing that anyone could walk in on us gave me a rush that had me moaning loudly in his ear.

“You drive me fucking crazy, Hailey. The sounds you make destroy all of my self-control.”

With that, he pushed himself inside of me and I gasped as he filled me tightly. There was no wiggle room. His cock engulfed me completely.

He rocked inside of me, and each thrust hit my clit like a slap. “Yes,” I breathed as sensations rippled through me. Wave after wave lapped over my pussy and my legs shook at his waist. “I’m almost there.”

The door opened, and Sam’s voice reached my ears. “Haily, do you—Oh my god.”

“Don’t stop,” I whispered in Christian’s ear and pulled him closer to me, afraid he would let go. “Please.”

A door slammed behind him and he pumped harder and faster.

My pussy convulsed, and I screamed his name while a violent orgasm ripped through my body. Who knew that I liked getting caught?

I smiled.

Christian pressed up hard against me one last time and groaned into my neck. His body spasmed over and over again, and I knew he had liked Sam walking in on us just as much as I did.

This was getting better and better.

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