Undercover Heiress

Part Eighteen: Peter

Chapter Twenty-one: What would you do if I kissed you right now?

Bailey's face was buried against my neck and I felt her mouth blow out a hot breath, so I grabbed onto her hips squeezing my eyes shut.

It hadn't registered with my brain yet that there was a half naked girl laying on top of me who was currently pushing herself up so she could sit on my lap.

However I could slowly feel my body wanting me to grab Bailey and flip us over so that I'd be on top and have a heated makeout session, but unfortunately for me, I had zero experience.

I also would be acting on my hormones which I knew is what had been going through her mind since she had that lustful look her eyes.

My hands covered my face blocking my vision so that she couldn't manipulate me into wanting to rip her robe off and fuck her on the bed.

Bailey shoved my shoulder back, laughing before touching my wrists trying to pull my hands down.

"Why are you covering your eyes?" She snorted, but I held my hands firmly against my face.

I groaned when she kept leaning forward to get a better grip because she kept moving against my dick and I was trying to prevent an embarrassing thing from happening.

Well embarrassing for me and fun for her.

"Stahhhhp," I groaned, but she was pretty persistent on moving my arms.

Bailey huffed and then let go, leaning back to get off me.

God bless.

I had dropped my hands and began to slowly sit up only to see her drop the robe off her body and skip to her closet.

Fuck.

My dick got excited and I closed my eyes sucking in a deep breath.

I guess I couldn't handle not being hard around Bailey since every time we're alone, I almost always get a boner.

Bailey was humming a song and swaying her hips as she picked out an outfit and then a thought occurred to me.

"Where are you going?" I asked, taking a pillow and covering my groin area.

She looked over her shoulder and smirked at me, pulling a crop top over her head and then shimmied on high waisted ripped jeans with a black belt.

Bailey fluffed her damp hair that had been stuck under the top over her shoulder and then reached for my hand.

I rolled my lips inside my mouth and shook my head, saying 'I'm good' because I was still hard.

"I don't care if you have a boner, we have a time crunch and you need a lesson,"

Kinky.

"Touching," She smiled, and I remained seated.

If Bailey was gonna be touching me, I might as well sack out now before my dick falls off.

As I sat at the edge of her bed with a pillow still on my lap, Bailey moved closer and took it away much to my dismay.

"No please don't-!" I whined, and then she swiped it from underneath my hands.

I sighed, looking at the ceiling as my folded dick deflated from the embarrassment.

That sounded disgusting.

Bailey grinned shyly and then sat on my lap, her hands resting on my shoulders softly as she stared into my eyes.

Up close you could tell that there was more light brown than light green mixed in her eyes, and without makeup, she had small scattered freckles.

She's actually beautiful.

Bailey moved her hands over my shoulders in a circular motion and then rubbing my biceps as she smiled at me.

"You need to relax," She laughed, tilting her head.

I stared into her eyes, my eyebrows knitting together and then I gave our position a once over.

My mind started to race and I started over thinking every possible outcome when she leaned in close to me and looked into my eyes.

"Relax," She whispered, taking her hands off my shoulder and cupping my face instead.

Bailey stroked my cheeks with her thumbs and then blinked a few times at how close we were and opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it.

"What?" I asked, just as her thumbs stopped rubbing against my face.

I frowned when she didn't say anything and melted against her hand making her look at me.

"Say what you were gonna say," I laughed, enjoying how close we were.

Bailey sucked in a deep breath and then licked her lips, making my eyes stare at her mouth.

"What would you do if I kissed you right now?" She blurted out, and I pulled away.

That was a good question. What would I do if she kissed me? Would I kiss her back? Would I push her away?

I stayed silent for a little while and felt her stir on my lap, probably reading the wrong message from my facial expression.

"I-I-I guess I'd uh, let you?"

Bailey smiled, and then got off me instantly to go put on her Birkenstocks.

I'm confused.

She slipped on her shoes and then slid out her phone, smiling while messaging someone,

"What are you doing?" I asked, mentally face palming myself for being so nosy.

Bailey ignored me for a few seconds before looking over at me with a smirk.

"No lesson for today, I have plans and I believe you have a meeting and a date," She chirped.

Wait, we're really gonna forget what almost happened?

I closed my eyes and then slowly stood up from her bed, following behind as she swung the door open and hopped down the stairs.

Holly was no where to be found, and Bailey rushed over to the counter scribbling something on a napkin.

'Out with a friend, be back b4 10!'

"Where are you going?" I mumbled, starting to get irritated.

Calm down dude.

"Out," She answered, raising a brow at me.

With who? I wanted to ask, but instead I sighed as she turned around and walked out the front door.

Waiting for her was a black haired girl who had caked her face in a different skin color shade, and didn't know what blending was.

Sydney.

Since when did Bailey hang out with Elise's friends?

I thought she didn't like her? Or wait maybe it's just Elise she doesn't like, since I don't think Sydney has ever harassed Bailey...

She got in the car and then waved at me with a huge smile before slamming the passenger door shut right as Sydney sped away in her white Toyota Camry.

What the fuck.