Betting on Bailey

She tries to wriggle away from Daniel’s mouth, her pussy sensitive as a result of her first orgasm. This is typical Bailey as well, and Daniel and I exchange grins. She wants the orgasm, but she’ll try to writhe away from it. “Stay put, sweetheart,” I tell her, pinning her in place with my leg.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she throws her head back on the pillow, her red hair a contrast against the pristine white of the sheets. “Daniel, please…”

Her body trembles and shivers as she comes with a moan. It’s too much. I need to be inside her right now, and from the look in Daniel’s eyes as he lifts up his head, he feels the same way.

Grabbing a condom from the side table, I roll it on and ease myself into her hot pussy. She’s wet and tight, her sex swollen from her two orgasms. The sensation is bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss.

Daniel positions himself behind her and pushes in her asshole, after the application of generous amounts of lube. She groans as we both fill her. “This,” she gasps, “feels so good.”

Daniel kisses the back of her neck, pushing her curls out of the way. My palms graze over her erect nipples, and she hisses in pleasure and rakes her nails down my back. “Tiger,” I accuse her with a smile.

She starts to say something in reply, then Daniel nibbles at the curve of her shoulder, and she loses her train of thought, throwing back her head in a gesture of complete abandon. “Bailey,” Daniel mutters. “You are so beautiful.”

It’s been the day from hell. As my lips meet hers, it all fades away. In the softness of her body, in the sweet sigh of pleasure she makes, in the sheen of sweat on her skin as she rocks between us, I come home. As she writhes against us, I know I can’t last much longer. I’m going to come, whispering her name, kissing her skin, touching her and holding her.

This is love, and it’s the only thing that matters.

* * *

“I forgot to ask earlier,” she says, once our passion is sated, her voice heavy with exhaustion. “Did you guys ever talk to Juliette?”

Daniel’s playing with a lock of her hair, winding it around his fingers and releasing it, then winding it up again. “Yeah,” he says. “We talked to her.”

“And?” She props herself up on an elbow and looks at him. “What did she say?”

I think back on our conversation with Juliette. It had been unexpected. I thought she would deny what she did, but she had confessed to everything. Cyrus had lied to her and he’d used her. She’d given him the photo, but she swore to us that she didn’t know he would leak it to the press.

Though I’m furious, I think I believe her story. Of course, our business relationship is over. I won’t work with someone I can’t trust, and whether Juliette intended harm or not, she should have never gone behind my back.

“She confessed that she planted the camera,” Daniel says. He shakes his head. “Cyrus gave her the idea. He’s been grooming her for weeks, insinuating that Sebastian would be much better off without either you or me holding him back.”

“Oh.” She bites her lower lip as she thinks that over. “She gave Cyrus the camera?”

“No, thank heavens.” This is the bit I’m most grateful about. “Cyrus promised her that he’d just use it to scare Daniel into ending the threesome, but she grew uneasy with the plan.” I frown. “She’s a little too comfortable with the idea of blackmail, Juliette. I don’t like that.”

“She didn’t trust Cyrus, I take it?” she asks.

Daniel shakes his head. “No, she didn’t. She just gave him the one photo with your face obscured. Cyrus knows who you are, unfortunately, but at least there aren’t any photos. Or worse, video.”

“What happens now?”

Daniel exhales. “There’s more to the story. Have you ever wondered why I’m in the press all the time? I’m a CEO, not a celebrity. I might be rich, but in New York City, there are at least two dozen people richer than me, and they never get photographed. Stone Bradley figured it out. Cyrus has been selling me out to the tabloids all along. He’s been paying the paparazzi to trail me.” He looks grim. “He could never move directly against me. I have enough votes on the board. This way however? If he portrays me as an irresponsible playboy, and if he can blame the failure of the Ryan Communications deal on me?”