Page 14 of Dirty Arrangement

“Well, it was your idea,” I say carefully. “Honestly, your ideas for the bakery seemed strange at first. I can't pretend they aren't helping the business, though.”

Thomas shrugs with a small laugh. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“I still don't love the pink chef jacket.”

He props his sharp chin on his fist. “It's an inviting color.”

“It's not my favorite. I'm more of a purple girl. Or aqua, or even orange.”

“You like those better thanwhite?”

He drawls that word out—white—and I know he's reminding me about the ball inside of my pussy. I rock side to side, whispering, “When I first saw it, I thought it was a vanilla cake-bomb.”

His eyebrows arch up. “You think I gave you a dessert to put in your cute little pussy?”

A new rush of arousal floods me. I love his dirty mouth. “No one would have guessed what it was without your note.”

His voice is a whisper of silk and thorny barbs. “If I hadn't told you...” He pulls my leg it into his lap. “I think you'd have obeyed and slid it inside anyway. Or maybe knowing it's my cum made you want it stuffed inside you even more.”

I lean back into the booth and whimper as he massages my calf muscle. His fingers move from firm to light. The tension in my belly grows, my clit swelling helplessly.

“I know you love it,” he chuckles. “You drank it up eagerly when we were in my basement.”

My brain feels swaddled by clouds, making it hard to focus. The dampness between my thighs grows rapidly. My pussy hugs around the softened condom. The fact I have his sperm inside of me is turning me on like crazy. I should be furious, but I'm just sweaty with arousal.

Reaching out, he slides his palm up my inner thigh under the table until he reaches my soaked panties. He inhales sharply at the discovery. “Holy hell, you're dripping. You love knowing my cum is inside of you, don't you?”

I try to pull my leg away, but he holds tight. “Wait, I could get pregnant!”

Thomas grinds his thumb over my clitoris through my panties until I'm covering my mouth to muffle my moans. I have to remember, even if we're secluded, we're in a public restaurant. “I'm not that risky. The condom is sealed, nothing will slip out. Though...” He rubs my clit, then dips his fingers inside my panties, fingering me. “I suspect you'd love to have my cum pouring out of you for real.”

The booth below my thighs is soaked. “My dress,” I whimper. “I can't stand up and leave here, everyone will see the mess.”

“I'll give you my jacket,” he says. “It'll cover you. In exchange, I want something.”

“What?”

“Rub yourself off, right here. If you're careful, no one will even notice.” He lets my knee go, linking his fingers casually on top of the table. “I want to see you come in public with all my sperm inside of you, Alice.”

My ribs could crack from how violently my heart is beating. I take a sip of water to calm myself. What he's asking me to do is crazy... and incredibly sexy. I never imagined such an erotic scene, not even in my wildest fantasies.

Slowly, I slip a hand under the table. I'm panting with exertion. Thomas watches me closely. Being the center of his attention is overwhelming. I start to shut my eyes, but his sharp words stop me. “No, look at me.”

I do as he asks.

Trailing my fingers low, I explore my drenched panties. Arousal coats my inner thighs. I shouldn't be so damn turned on... I should be panicked, but instead, I'm eager to play his dirty game. This man has opened up a dark part of my soul and Ilove it.

Trying to be subtle, I massage my clit. Soon, though, I'm stroking myself frantically. My hips gyrate into my own palm; Thomas eats up the show. I'm seconds away from orgasm.

“Your drinks,” the waiter announces.

I lock up on the seat, mouth wide open, eyes straining in my head. The waiter is grinning as he sets my cocktail in front of me, clearly oblivious to the erotic scene he's walked in on. “Thank you,” Thomas says, holding his scotch high. “We're ready to order. We'll both have the salmon, please.”

Unable to argue, I give a tiny nod. The waiter flashes his teeth then hurries off. I breathe out loudly, eyeing Thomas in disbelief, but he doesn't look concerned, only amused. His pupils are dilated with lust. “Keep going,” he commands me.

Licking my lips, I dip my fingers into my pussy. My muscles clench tight, making me hiss. Soon I'm chasing the sensation. Quicker and quicker I grind my clit with my thumb, stuffing my fingers inside my pussy to the knuckles. Beads of sweat glisten down my cleavage. Thomas looks at my hard nipples through my dress, making me squirm in the booth. Another wickedly hot tingle assaults me.

My pussy hugs tight to the sperm-filled condom inside of me... and I'm done for.

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