Page 48 of Single Mom's Bodyguards
Her chin lifts. “Better now.”
Sean brushes his fingers down her arm. “You want to get out of here?”
“Not yet.”
She glances between us—me, Huck, Sean—and I see it. The flicker. The need that hasn’t burned out yet. Her pupils widen. Her breath catches. Her bodyremembers.
I step forward, slow, until I’m close enough to feel the heat radiating off her. “You still flying high?”
She nods. “Not ready to land yet.”
My lips curve. “I can tell.” I brush my fingers down her arm, then past her hip. Her body leans into mine, subtle but deliberate. Behind her, Huck exhales slowly, hands unclenching.
Sean speaks first. “We take her downstairs? This is a hotel, after all?—”
“No. Right here. Right now.”
Bailey moans, wrecked, and now so am I.
I kiss her like I’ve been starving for it. Because I have. Not just the softness of her mouth or the way she tilts her head like she’sdaring me to bite—but the fire under it. Bailey doesn’t just kiss back. Shetakes. She demands. Her hands slide up my chest, fisting in my lapels as if she’s already picked the next thing she wants.
Sean’s still behind her, steady hands on her waist, anchoring her. Huck steps in close, and I hear the shift in his breath when he sees her dress rumpled, panties missing, inner thighs slick and still parted.
“Fuck,” he growls under his breath.
Bailey breaks the kiss, just barely, enough to murmur, “You boys gonna just stare or?—?”
She doesn’t finish.
Because I grab her wrist, guide it to my zipper, and watch her pupils blow wide again.
“On your knees,” I say.
She drops like gravity made her do it.
Right there on the rooftop of a classy hotel. Cold tile under her, hair tangled from wind and sex, and the moonlight catching on the damp line down her inner thigh.
I undo my belt. Slide my cock free.
Her mouth parts.
But I don’t give it to her yet.
“Beg,” I say, gripping her jaw.
“Please,” she breathes. “Please let me suck you off.”
I let her.
She wraps her lips around me like she was born to worship. Hot, wet, greedy little sucks, tongue dragging under the shaft, one hand stroking what her mouth can’t take. I fist her hair and groan as her eyes lock on mine—watching, daring, devouring.
Sean’s already crouched behind her again. Lifting the back of her dress.
Her body jolts when he slides inside her again, and she moans around my cock—vibration hitting me so hard I almost lose it on the spot.
Huck brushes her hair back with a gentleness that doesn’t match the size of his hands. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Look at you. So fucking perfect like this, taking his cock the way you were made to.”
She tries to nod. She can’t. Her mouth’s too full. Her pussy’s full too. She’s glowing, making the filthiest sounds I’ve ever heard. Not because she’s choking. Because shelikesit. Because she moans like every inch of her is wired into the rhythm of what we’re doing to her.
