Page 115 of Unguarded

She smiles at me in the mirror. Her fingers are brushing over the silky white rose petals of the massive bouquet I brought up for her earlier to celebrate her big night.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she mumbles, eyes shifting to stare at herself in the mirror.

I walk up behind her, bending down until my face is equal to hers, both of us looking at her reflection. I wish she didn’t have the crimson lipstick on her lips, so I could kiss her.

“You deserve this. You’re going to win,” I whisper in her ear. She has silver diamond earrings dripping from her ears and a matching necklace around her throat. “You are incredibly talented, and I love watching you crush it every single day.”

A smile tugs at her lips. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

She stretches her arm up to cup the side of my face. I’m wearing my usual black cowboy hat with a matching black tux for the special occasion. I still have cowboy boots on, because I just can’t give those up, even at the Grammys.

“I wouldn’t miss it, Princess.” I press a kiss to her cheek and move to stand up.

She spins around in her chair, grabbing my hand before I back away. “How much time do we have?”

I look at my watch. “Ten minutes.”

She grins and reaches for my hand. “Perfect.” Her fingers start working to undo my belt.

“Oh, really? Right now?” I’m already getting hard as she unbuttons my pants.

She nods. “I’m stressed. It’ll help me relax.”

I drop down to my knees in front of her. “Okay, but let’s not mess up those perfect red lips, as much fun as that would be.”

She shrugs. “Sergio can fix it.”

“I’m not gonna lie, I already imagined doing this when I saw them put you in a dress with a slit this high up.” I trail my fingers up her thigh, knowing she loves the scrape of my rough skin against her soft, smooth body.

“Not gonna lie, I did too. I’m always thinking about easy access with you.” She spreads her legs for me, revealing a matching red thong underneath. Her lips part as she watches my hands reach up to pull down her panties.

I groan at the sight, my mouth watering. “Fuck, baby. Lift up for me.”

She obeys, lifting her hips so that I can pull down the scrap of red lace to her ankles before carefully removing it from around each shoe. My thumb traces over the edge of her sex, seeing her grow wet for me. She lets out a soft moan.

“I want to tease you more, but we don’t have a lot of time.” I lean forward, swiping my tongue as far back as I can reach all the way to her clit, spreading her wetness as I taste her.

She gasps, her hand squeezing my shoulder muscle while the other scrapes against her seat. She tastes sweet with just a hint of salt. I use my teeth to gently nip her clit, and she cries out.

“You’re so good at this. How are you so good at it?”

I smile into her, but I don’t stop. My tongue swirls around her clit, flicking back and forth quickly while I adda finger to the mix, slowly pushing it up inside her. She moans as I scrape the inside of her with the tip of my middle finger.

“Fuck, that feels so good, don’t stop, please, please…” she pants.

I continue until I start to feel her legs shaking. She whimpers before tightening her thigh muscles around my face. I feel her coming as she lets out another moan, the spasms coursing through her one after another. I stay there until she goes limp, a satisfied sigh escaping her. She looks like a flawless pinup model, sated and draped over the chair. I trail kisses on the inside of her thighs.

Finally, I sit back, licking my lips as I rise. “Stand up and turn around.”

She smiles at me as she complies and turns around, pushing her ass back to me. “Yes, sir.”

She already undid my belt, so I pull my pants and boxers down, my cock already hard and ready to feel her. I lean forward, reaching around her front to grab the skirt through the opening of her dress, pushing it up around her waist to reveal her bare ass to me. My lips brush up against her ear.

“I knew you secretly liked being told what to do.”

She bites her bottom lip, nodding.

Hell, I’m so gone for her.

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