Page 15 of Dirty Arrangement

Every muscle ripples with pleasure. The climax is rough, I cover my mouth to muffle my groan. A new rush of juice drenches my fingers, my panties, and I give my sensitive clit a few more helpless strokes. Shivering in disbelief, I pull my hand free and wipe it on a napkin. “Holy fuck,” I whisper hoarsely, grabbing my drink, taking a huge gulp.

“That was incredible,” Thomas says, his shoe stroking my ankle again. “You're already beautiful, but when you come, you're a goddess.”

Blushing from throat to scalp, I take another deep drink. Ice clinks on my teeth—I drained my glass. Gasping for air, I study his tense expression. “How hard are you?” I whisper.

Thomas arches his eyebrows in surprise. “Dirty girl. How hard do you think?”

Casting a glance around the restaurant, I reach under the table. He shifts himself closer to me, forcing his bulge into my hand. His cock is rock-solid in his trousers, and that makes my heart race anew. “Wow.”

His chuckle is warm, but strained. “Look out. The waiter is back.”

I yank my hand away just as the waiter arrives with our food. I don't think he saw anything, but if he did, he says nothing as he places hot food and new drinks on our table. “If you need anything else, let me know.” Then he bows his head and walks away.

Thomas laughs as I bite my tongue. “I need to go freshen up,” I say. “You promised me your jacket.”

True to his word, he offers it to me. “Hurry back before your food gets cold.”

I'm sure he doesn't care about the food, his appetite is all about me. And I can't think about filling my stomach when my damn pussy is screaming to be stuffed. Wrapping the coat around my bare shoulders, I hurry to the restroom.

Stumbling inside, I look around to make sure I'm alone. Good. Gripping one of the many sinks, I gaze at my red face in the mirror. The jacket can hide the stain on the bottom of my dress, but my expression... my energy... isscreamingthat I need sex.

“Fuck,” I groan, running my hands through my hair. “What should I do?” My body wants Thomas Volt. My mind knows getting close to him—or staying close, at this point—is too dangerous. He's my boss, we're supposed to have a professional relationship.

But I want more,I realize with a start. Running cold water, I cup my hands and rinse my face, then dampen a few paper towels and wipe down my cleavage. Feeling a little less hot, I enter a stall and quickly peel down my panties. They're useless, the lace one big wet knot. Frowning, I throw them in the trash.

I have one last thing to do.

Inhaling, I steady myself, then fish out the semen filled condom. I can't believe I put this inside of me. I'm not upset, though—the sight of it makes me horny. Before I do something dumb, I flush it.

As I leave the restroom I see myself in the mirror once more. I look the same, but somehow, I know Thomas has changed me. Or maybe not changed.. Maybe he stripped away my layers to reveal who I was all along.

Chapter Five

ALICE

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