Betting on Bailey

“Was it that obvious?”

She places her hand on my arm. “Not really,” she says. “I have the benefit of knowing how you feel about him.”

“I don’t want to talk about Cyrus, not now. Right now…” I give her a meaning look, “I have other things on my mind. Spread your legs for me. Put one leg over my thigh, and the other over Sebastian’s.”

She complies, blushing. “The driver?” she asks. “What if he sees us?”

“The partition is up,” I point out. “He won’t be able to see anything.” I grin at her. “However, it isn’t soundproof, so keep your voice down.”

She’s wearing her hair down tonight. It cascades in shiny, lustrous waves down her shoulders. I bend down and kiss a spot at the base of her neck that I know drives her insane. She shifts and presses the back of her hand against her mouth, stifling her moan.

Sebastian’s hands are on her dress, hiking it up. “All evening,” he mutters, “I’ve been looking forward to unwrapping this parcel.” The fabric inches up and exposes her creamy thighs, and her legs fall open to reveal the softness between them. I gulp. Seeing that ivory white string of beads, nestled against the fiery red of her neatly trimmed pussy hair makes me instantly hard.

It had been something of an impulse to ask her to the company gala, and I’m very glad I did. Keeping her a secret doesn’t sit well with me. If she needs me to be discreet about our threesome because of her career, then I’m happy to comply.

However, had it not been for this Ryan Communications deal, I wouldn’t have felt the same need myself. If my dad were still alive, he would have loved Bailey. I’ve already told my mother about her. I’m not embarrassed about the unconventional nature of our relationship - I can’t live my life according to the expectations of other people.

I’m glad she told us about her trip. Things feel different between the three of us now. Deeper and more meaningful.

Sebastian pulls something out of his pocket with a grin on his face. I smile when I see what it is. A blindfold.

Bailey’s eyes widen. “In the car?”

“I think you’ll enjoy yourself more if you aren’t stressed about who might be watching,” he says smoothly.

“You have such interesting theories, Sebastian.” Her voice has a trace of sarcasm in it, but there’s a healthy measure of lust as well. She’s an adventurer, our Bailey. She reminds me of a sky-diver, hesitating at the door of a plane before jumping into mid-air.

“So many protests,” I scold her. “When we all know you want this. Close your eyes.”

She laughs. “I do want it,” she says. “The two of you have a bad habit of keying me up in public. I expect you to make up for it.”

I move her hair out of the way and Sebastian fastens the blindfold. “Can you see anything?”

She shakes her head. “No,” she says.

“How does it feel?” I move my hand up her thigh, and watch her shiver. Sebastian cups her chin and kisses her, while I run my finger over the string of pearls. She whimpers. “Daniel,” she begs. “Don’t tease me.”

“How do you know who it is?” I ask her.

“The two of you kiss differently,” she confesses, her cheeks pink. “And you touch me differently. I can tell you apart.”

“Really?” Sebastian sounds intrigued, and the two of us exchange looks. “Let’s test this theory out.”

“Test it out on my clitoris.” Her hands move toward her pussy. “Else I’m going to have to take care of myself right now.”

Oh, the idea of watching Bailey masturbating is very tempting, but that’s just too much sass from her. “Hands above your head,” I order. “You don’t need to take care of yourself when the two of us are here, honey. We’ve got you.”

Sebastian’s fingers tug at the beads, moving them aside so he can rub a thumb over her clitoris. “Fuck,” she groans. “Sebastian.”

Okay, that’s two out of two. I feel a silly smile break out on my face at the idea of her being able to recognize my touch.