Bailey still has her makeup and clothes on. She can’t go to sleep like this, so I rise off the bed and walk into the adjoining bathroom to start a bath. While the tub is filling, I stroll back into her bedroom to see that she’s struggling to take off her pants. She keeps losing her balance and almost falling into her dresser, twice.
I stand back and lean against the doorframe of the bathroom with my arms crossed as laughter bubbles inside my chest.
After watching her continue to struggle for my own twisted amusement, I give in and walk over to help her out.
“Hold on to me,” I say.
Bailey reluctantly grabs my back as I bend down to take off her pants and sandals. My eyes meet her right between the legs, and I’m face to face with the red, silky thong she has on. My mouth runs dry.Fuck.This is going to be difficult.
Once her pants are off, I slip my hands under the hem of her shirt. Lifting her arms straight into the air, she tilts her head upward and looks at me with heavy eyes as I raise her shirt over her head. Her long hair falls, bouncing on her bare back.
Feeling my cock grow inside my pants, I glide my fingertips along the smooth skin of her collarbone. She breaks out in goosebumps while my breathing becomes heavy. I almost lose it when my eyes fall to her pink lips, and she gently pulls the bottom one between her teeth.
Not tonight.
“I started a bath for you,” I say, turning away and dragging my feet along the thick carpet to grab her robe from the back of the bathroom door. “After you get undressed, put this on.” I toss it over to her without looking.
Bailey’s only wearing a red bra and those fucking matching panties. She barely catches the robe, showing that her coordination is still off—which means I’m going to have to help her in the bath too.
Fuuuuuuck.
“You’re not going to try to take advantage of me, are you?” she taunts.
My dick is hard, and my mind can’t even think straight, but I’m not having sex with her while she’s drunk. I need her to remember and feel every single time my dick is inside her, and that isn‘t going to happen tonight after the day she’s had.
I slowly take a few steps toward her, stopping when our bodies are flush. When I see the deep rise and fall of her chest, it makes this even harder. I drop my head down to hers, lettingmy lips brush her ear. “When I fuck you again, Bailey Weaver, you’re going to remember all of it. You are going to feel all of it,” I whisper, sticking my tongue out to lick the outside of her earlobe. “Every single time.”
She parts her lips, sucking in a small breath and whimpers just as I pull my face away.
I step back, leaving her skin visibly flushed. “Get in the bath so we both can go to bed,” I say, walking out of the bedroom, down the hall, and into the kitchen. My cock is hard as fuck. As soon as I’m in the other room and out of her view, I have to readjust myself. That didn‘t help. I need to stay out of that bedroom until she’s fully dressed again.
Only a few minutes later, I hear her try to bait me from the bathtub. “Why are you taking care of me? You know I don’t like you, right?”
Okay, so now she’s starting to annoy me again. Bailey has always been exceptional at that.
“Well, guess what? I don’t particularly like you either. But you are my best friend’s sister, and despite what you may think, I am actually a decent human being.”
“Doubtful.” She says, through the cracked door.
She is so fucking frustrating.
While in the kitchen, I grab her some water and aspirin because I’m sure she’ll need both.
I set them on the nightstand by the side of her bed, then I turn to see the door to the bathroom is still halfway closed. Then I notice her phone sitting right next to where I just placed the water bottle. An idea starts forming in my mind. I pick up her phone and guess the only passcode it could possibly be—Luca’s birthdate. I’m glad I’ve paid attention to each time Harry has talked about his nephew because her phone unlocks.
Chuckling to myself, I type in a special note, reminding her of who makes her panties wet and the only man she needs to be agood girl for. She’s going to be so pissed when she wakes up in the morning. I can picture her face stuck in a little pout or the way she pulls her lips to one side of her mouth. My light chuckle quickly turns into a more calculated and dark laugh. God, I love fucking with her.
As soon as I’m done with my little prank, I quickly set her phone down, plug it into the charger, and find the chair on the other side of the room.
Bailey emerges a couple minutes later. While walking into the bedroom, she refuses to make eye contact with me, but I try to act unfazed and stay seated by the window.
“Aren’t you going to go home?” she asks, tucking herself into bed.
Sitting back, I have one leg bent over the other and both of my hands resting on my thighs. The only answer I give her is a quick shake of my head.
“Of course, you’re not,” she says, aggressively fluffing her pillows. I can see from all the way across the room that her light pink lips are pushed out in a pout. I love pissing her off just as much as I love fucking her.
She passed out again within minutes.
