by Ellie Wild
“Pretend your fingers are my mouth.”
I bent down on the bed and she watched intently as I planted my tongue on the inside of her knee, licking up the inside of her thigh. She swallowed heavily, then her fingers start moving between her legs again. This time she bit her lip with concentration and her fingers moved to a different rhythm, finding a new pattern. A new design to trace over and over.
She moaned softly, feeling pleasure from the things she was doing to herself. Then her fingers started to move faster and her face wrinkled up and her head tilted back. Her moans turned into shrieks as she made herself come with her fingers.
When the orgasm faded, it was time to reward her. I nudged her hand aside and took over with my mouth. She melted into me as my tongue glided over her skin, tasting the sweetness of her orgasm.
I loved tasting her, but I wanted to be inside of her even more. I grabbed onto her thighs, yanking them up around my waist so her pussy was in the air. Then I guided myself into her eager little hole and thrust.
The blush of the last orgasm was still tinting her cheeks, but she was already moaning as I pumped inside of her.
The last coherent thought I had before my brain exploded with ecstasy was how I was not sure how I ever thought that this could be meaningless. Being with Daisy wasn’t just sex. It was much more than that. It was intimate, it was affectionate, it was personal, it was deep, it was… love.
We collapsed into a heap on the bed, our bodies dripping wet with bathwater and bubbles and sex. And somehow our lips found their way into a kiss, and she only pulled away to whisper.
“I love you.”
EPILOGUE | ONE YEAR LATER
DAISY
“Oh fuck,” I moaned before I could stop myself. I planted a hand on the grass cloth bathroom wall, steadying myself as Caleb thrusted into me from behind. I felt his heavy hand clamp over my mouth, silencing me as I climaxed, and I know it’s for the best; we shouldn’t be doing this here, we shouldn’t be doing this now. But even after a year together, we still have an insatiable need for each other.
Caleb grunted into my neck and we came together. His hand slid away from my mouth, gliding over my chest and squeezing through the thin fabric of my cocktail dress.
I braced myself against the bathroom wall for several seconds, panting for breath as my body recovered. Caleb’s chest pressed against me, and my heart swelled in my chest.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered into my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I said. I pulled my panties up and roll my skin-tight dress back down over my hips, then I turned to inspect Caleb as he readjusts his suit.
“Looking good,” I said, then add with a wink, “No one will guess you just had a quickie in the bathroom with your charity director.”
“That’s too bad,” Caleb lamented. “If they did, maybe they’d stop flirting with the boss’s girl.”
“Jealous, Mr. Preston?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Protective,” he corrected me. “I like guarding what’s mine.”
I smiled, letting him drop a kiss on my cheek before I twist the lock on the bathroom door.
I adjusted my skirt one last time, then I slipped through the door. Luckily the marble corridor of the Preston Hotel is empty, and nobody was there to witness my post-quickie exit stroll.
Caleb followed a few seconds later, and he catches up with me as I walked towards the ballroom of the Preston Hotel.
Tonight was a big night for both of us, and for multiple reasons.
For a start, today marks the one-year anniversary of the day I handed in my official letter of resignation at Bellamy Day School. The decision to leave Bellamy was bittersweet, but Caleb made it a bit easier to rip off the band aid when he offered me the position of Director of Operations at the Preston Foundation, the hotel’s own in-house non-profit organization. I had spent so much time telling Caleb how much I wanted to make a difference, and after a lot of listening (and giving it some careful consideration) he decided to give me the opportunity to change the world. One baby-step at a time.
In the year that followed, I poured my heart and soul into the position. With the help of Preston Foundation’s staff (and the funding of a billion-dollar company to back me up), I forged ahead with plans for a new charity. The idea was simple: I wanted to create a safe space for kids to go. Any kids, rich, poor, and everything in between. I wanted everyone to feel welcome. I wanted every kid to feel like they had a home away from home, and somewhere they could turn when they needed help or security. Or just a PB&J at the end of a hard day.
We went back and forth about how to make this possible, and we kept hitting a snag on one logistical nightmare, where could we create these spaces? We had considered everything from leasing a vacant commercial property to setting up shop in an unused school classroom. When Emmy heard us weighing pros and cons of our location options, she chimed in with a question of her own, why would we need to rent a space, when we already had so much of it?
We had the answer to our problems right under our noses the whole time, the Preston Hotel! The hotel had an abundance of free space, and after making a few calls, Caleb confirmed that a conference room and kitchen had been cordoned off for us to use. We got a design team in to redesign the space and make it more kid-friendly.
To honor the inspiration behind this initiative, we decided to name the charity Emmy’s Place. And tonight, we were celebrating the launch of our very first Emmy’s Place location, right here in Manhattan’s Preston Hotel.
This was just the beginning. Next month we’ll cut the ribbon on ten more Emmy’s Place locations in other Preston Hotels, and there are already talks to continue spreading throughout the nation, and eventually, beyond that.
Emmy has played a huge role in the charity, but she hasn’t let it all go to her head, in fact, she’s managed to stay pretty humble. She will be graduating from kindergarten next week, and then she’ll be moving on to grade school. She couldn’t be more different from the shy little girl I first met at Bellamy Day, and I feel proud to be a part of her childhood.
Caleb gets some of the credit, too. He stepped up to the plate and readily accepted the responsibility of caring for Emmy, and he never looked back. Emmy’s mom, Calista, got herself back into a rehab program a few months ago, and she’s due to graduate to a sober living community soon. She hopes to be involved in Emmy’s life someday, but for the time being she thinks it’s best that Caleb and I continue to give Emmy a stable and loving home.
The three of us may have come together in an unconventional way, but we’re a family.
And after tonight, the whole world will know it.
Caleb and I have kept our relationship under wraps for an entire year. This was largely due to office politics, we didn’t want to raise any red flags until Emmy’s Place was up and off the ground. It was also an attempt to spare Emmy and I both some of the tabloid scrutiny. Caleb has kept a low profile for the last year, and we’re hoping that when we go public with our relationship tonight, the same night that we celebrate the opening of Emmy’s Place, we’ll barely make a blip on the radar.
Now, as we make our way towards the gala, I felt Caleb’s hand wrap around mine and give a supportive squeeze.
“Before we go in there,” he whispered, “There’s something I want to ask you.”
I stopped walking and turned to face him. We’re just a few paces away from the party, and I could hear the pulse of music and chatter of the crowd on the other side of the wall.
“I know this is a big night for you,” Caleb said. “And I wanted to know… are you sure you want me to introduce you as my girlfriend tonight?”
“What?” I frowned. “Of course I do, Caleb! I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. Why would you even ask me that?”
“Well,” Caleb said slowly, “I thought I might introduce you as something else…”
“What?”
He didn’t answer. Instead,
he dropped to one knee and immediately I understood what was happening. My hands rushed to my mouth and I felt my stomach do cartwheels.
“Daisy Wright,” he said, pulling a little black velvet box from his jacket pocket. “Can I please introduce you as my fiancée?”
The box popped open and I see a giant diamond sparkling inside.
“Yes!” I squealed. He slid the ring onto my finger, and I threw my arms around his neck, and as much as I’d like to sneak back to the bathroom for round two, I know we have a gala to host first.
Our first gala as the future Mr. and Mrs. Preston.
Her Sexy Protector
A Forbidden Bad Boy Romance
By Nicole Elliot
And
Ellie Wild
Ellie was kind enough to help edit this book with me,
and I honestly think it’s a great love story (with hot sex by me of course!)
Enjoy!
xxx
Nicole
CHAPTER 1
Natalie
One of the things I loved most about spending time with my father was getting the opportunity to explore the world with him. Ever since my mother passed away, he and I became all each other had, and traveling became our way to bond, as well as something to distract us from our grief. Now, it was a regular part of our lives, particularly as my father’s political ambitions grew and evolved.
Staring out of the window of our limousine, taking in the sights of Turkey, I felt his gaze upon me. I turned toward him and smiled. “What?”
My father was a handsome older gentleman. Though I got my petite size and most of my looks from my mother, I had inherited his dark eyes and hair.
He waved his hand around. “What do you think? Do you like it here?”
I nodded. “Yes, it’s beautiful.”
Dad chuckled. “You say that about every country we visit.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess I find beauty in everywhere I go.”
Dad’s smile faltered just slightly. “That’s exactly the kind of thing your mother would have said. Sometimes it’s scary how much you’re like her.”
I turned my gaze back to the window, giving my father a moment of privacy as I pretended not to see him quickly wiping a tear from his eye. My mother had been the love of his life, and sometimes I worried he would never recover from her death. I missed her too, but I’d been so young when she passed, that my memories of her had already started to grow scarce as the years went by. Now, I just found comfort in knowing she was no longer in pain. Dad, on the other hand, had lost his soul-mate, which was much harder to deal with. I often hoped he would eventually find love again, but he typically carried on as if such a thing wasn’t even possible. Instead, he poured all his energy into his career, especially now that he was being considered for Vice President of the United States. Due to the success he’d had as Speaker of the House of Representatives, most insiders believed the vice-presidency could easily be his if he really wanted it.
“I really appreciate you keeping an old man company, taking all these trips with me,” he said once he’d collected himself.
I smiled. “There’s no other place I’d rather be.”
Dad laughed and shook his head. “Well, that’s a problem! You’re still young—you should be out living life and having fun.”
“But I like traveling the world with you. It is fun.”
“I mean fun with people your own age, Natalie. What are you doing tonight?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Natalie—that’s precisely what I mean.”
I sighed, knowing he had a point. I hated to admit it, but I spent so much time trailing behind him that I had practically given up on maintaining the kind of social life normal for a woman my age. And if I was honest with myself, it definitely took a toll on me. Sometimes, I desperately wished for a chance to unwind with some careless fun, but I hardly ever allowed myself to get away like that. It just wasn’t the way things were for me right now.
“Why don’t you call Senator Kurt’s daughter?” Dad suggested. “She’s out this way too, you know. Maybe the two of you could catch a movie or something.”
I nodded, thinking it actually sounded like a good idea, although I was pretty sure we could find something better to do than catch a movie. “You know what? I just might do that.”
“Good,” Dad said, settling back into his seat and closing his eyes. We had a long ride ahead and once we made it back to the hotel, he would be bombarded with phone calls, emails, and meetings.
I pulled my cell from my purse and scrolled through it to find Eden Kurt’s number. I shot off a text message reading: U busy tonight?
She responded instantly: Nope. What’s up?
How about we go out? Dancing and drinks?
Sounds good! Count me in!
I returned my phone to my purse and then leaned back in my seat as well, deciding that maybe a pregame nap would be good for me too.
* * *
By the time I got back to my hotel room, Eden had already done some research and found a club in the area that was supposedly the place to be for anyone looking for a good time. I should have known that would be the case though. My father and Senator Kurt had been friends for decades and thus, Eden and I grew up knowing each other. In her college years, Eden had been infamously known as a party-girl, much to her father’s chagrin. He had spent too much time answering and confronting reporters about his daughter’s wild antics. Since graduating, however, Eden had calmed down quite a bit, becoming the more responsible and respectable kind of daughter better suited for the public eye. Still, she knew how to let her hair down, and tonight would be one of those nights.
Thank God. Because Dad was right, I needed it.
After styling my hair and applying holding-spray to my curls, I put on my makeup and slid into my dress—a slinky black number that hugged my figure in all the right ways, and even helped give the illusion that I had longer legs. When I was younger, I had often resented my short height, sometimes it made people think I was younger. As I grew into my late teens and twenties though, I developed enviable curves that made quite a few representative’s sons look at me differently at political gatherings.
Satisfied with my dress and hair, I stepped into a pair of black sparkly open-toed heels and then studied myself in the mirror, trying to determine what else I needed to complete my look. I decided on a pair of sparkly earrings and a bracelet rather than my usual watch; I didn’t want to bother with keeping track of time tonight.
By eight o’clock, I headed out the door, ready for some fun and mischief after the long and tiring hours I’d spent keeping my father company on his business meetings.
CHAPTER 2
Natalie
After Eden texted me the address of the club, I took a cab to get there. When the driver pulled into the parking lot, I could already tell the place had a large crowd for the night. I glanced around apprehensively, hoping there were no hidden newscaster trying to catch a couple of politicians’ daughters in compromising positions. But then I reminded myself that this visit to Turkey hadn’t been widely publicized, which was why Eden had agreed to go out in the first place. We should have been in the clear.
“Thanks,” I said, paying the taxi driver.
He pocketed the money. “Have a good night.”
Before I even stepped completely out of the cab, someone whistled at me. I grinned, shutting the cab door and turning around to see none other than Eden Kurt coming my way. She wore a wide smile, a short red dress that complemented her auburn hair, and heels so high that I would have fallen flat on my face if I wore them.
“Hello, gorgeous,” she said, skipping over to me. She stooped down to give me a hug, having to bend more than normal since her heels made her tower over me even more than usual.
I hugged her back. “Hey yourself, beautiful. Looks like you’re ready for some fun.”
“And you know it!”
We looped our arms together and heade
d into the club, ready to drink and dance the night away.
* * *
By the time we were on our third drink, we had been on the dance floor for at least forty minutes straight with various guys who couldn’t seem to take their eyes off us. They offered drinks and pretty promises that we laughed off, perfectly happy to tease them without getting too serious.
“Damn, sexy. Let me get you a drink—or something better, if you know what I mean.”
I turned around on the dance floor, instantly feeling repulsed by the guy standing behind me. He wasn’t bad-looking, but there was something predatory about his appearance that immediately revolted me. He stared at me hungrily, biting his bottom lip.
“No, thank you,” I said, trying to be polite nonetheless. Even if the guy hadn’t been such a creep, I knew that I was reaching my limit and didn’t need another drink right now, or else I risked ending the night passed out in the bathroom.
“Ah, come on. Don’t be like that,” he said, trying to touch me. I quickly dodged his grasp.
“Back off,” I said, turning away from him. He muttered, calling me some ridiculous name before moving along in search of his next target.
I shuddered and glanced around, in search of Eden. Yet, as my eyes roamed the club, something else entirely caught my attention. I froze on the spot, sensing a penetrating stare coming from the bar area. My breath hitched in my throat for a second, and a quiver went through my body. A handsome stranger lifted his head just slightly, acknowledging me from afar.
My heart pounding, I averted my gaze in search of Eden again. I spotted her a short distance away, her arms wrapped around some guy’s neck as she twirled her hips to the beat of the music playing, keeping the guy completely riveted.
I headed their way. Thanks to my short stature, I dipped under their arms and squeezed myself between them. The guy looked down at me, startled at first, and then amused. A grin spread across his face as if he had just hit the jackpot, likely under the impression he was getting a two-for-one special.