“You’re right,” Christian said.
“Hey.” She shifted slightly to glare at him. “Don’t I get a say in the matter?”
Christian’s brow furrowed. “You don’t want a bodyguard?”
“Would you like someone shadowing you twenty-four-seven?” she demanded.
From behind her, Rory caustically said, “Well, it wouldn’t be twenty-four-seven. I mean, you won’t need a bodyguard when you’re with us.”
She slumped back against Christian’s chest and grumbled under her breath.
“It’s pretty standard operating procedure for celebrities,” Rory contended. “Hell, even Kris Kardashian has bodyguards. Can’t imagine who’d stalk her, but I guess there are rabid fans who want to touch her as she’s making the rounds from one designer to another at Fashion Week, just to say they did.”
“I’m not a celebrity, Rory,” she reminded him.
“Depends on who you ask is my guess.”
She climbed out of the tub and reached for a towel.
“Thank God,” Rory quipped. “This was getting too girly for me.”
“I did bring you brandy,” she shot back.
“Enough,” Christian said as he stood and wrapped a towel around his waist, then used another to rub the dark strands of his damp hair. “We can bypass the bodyguard for now, if you want,” he told Bayli. “But let’s all be on our toes. Keep our private affairs private.” He turned his gaze on Rory again. “No kissing her in public. You’re working together. Maintain some professionalism and this will likely die off.”
Bayli used the blow-dryer while the men settled in bed. She slipped in between them, under the covers, and said, “Sorry for the theatrics.” Her head rolled on the pillow and she stared at Rory. “Didn’t mean to get all girly on you.”
He smirked. “I suppose I can let it slide this time.”
“Awfully big of you.”
She gazed over at Christian. “And I know your brain is churning with every scenario imaginable, so hopefully we can all distract one another enough that we can actually sleep tonight.”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “What’d you have in mind?”
“As it happens, I have a surprise for you two.” She sat up and shifted so she could look back at both of them. “Jewel was in Paris on business recently and she sent me a gift. A toy, to be exact. One she thought I ought to have, given that I’m sleeping with two impossible-to-resist men at the same time.”
“And this gift—”
“Is what will allow me to have you both at the same time.” She waggled a brow. “After the ice cube incident, I realized I needed to expand my repertoire. Or my acceptance of yours. Whatever.” She shrugged.
Christian and Rory eyed her curiously. She kissed one, then the other. And explained, “I want to feel you inside me. At the same time.”
Christian grinned. Rory’s gaze smoldered. Bayli’s stomach fluttered.
“You think you’re ready for that?” Rory asked.
“Yes. I do.” She leaned into him and kissed him again, her tongue twisting with his, her hands skating over his wide chest.
She could hear Christian sifting through the nightstand drawer, retrieving the condoms and lubricant. Then he swept the covers away from her. His lips skimmed up her spine, sending shivers cascading along each vertebra. Bayli straddled Rory’s lap and she propped herself up on her knees, her forearms resting on Rory’s well-defined pecs. Christian’s fingers grazed her cleft, then rubbed her opening. She was already wet. His other hand covered her mound and his fingertips massaged her clit and slick folds.
Rory palmed her breasts and caressed aggressively. Then puckered her nipples with the pads of his thumbs whisking over the hypersensitive beads while Christian’s pace picked up between her legs and he stroked her quickly, two of his long fingers plunging into her. A moan l
odged in her throat.
She dragged her mouth from Rory’s and whispered, “You both make me so hot, so fast.”
“Well, you did utter magic words, honey.”