Page 53 of The Arrangement

Clark looked softer in this light, her hair pulled up into a messy bun and her bangs framing her face like a halo. The baggy sweatshirt that hung off her frame only furthered my resolve to see what she hid underneath. It didn't matter that I had seen her naked body before, that I’d had her riding my face only a week ago. Or that I’d had my fingers so deep in her pussy that I could feel her tighten as she climaxed.

No, I wanted to see her come undone under these soft lights. No harsh, sensual red shadows or grey sheets, but I wanted to see the expanse of her freckled skin spread out under the warm glow as my fingers gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks.

"So, what’s going on? You never answered my texts," Clark snapped, rubbing her arms as though cold despite the warmth in the small shop.

I shrugged, looking at the box I had crammed with one camera and a tripod. "I mean…" I peered up at the loft above us. "I had some thoughts."

Something passed over her features, something dark and, dare I say…intrigued?

"Let me get this straight, Quinn," Clark took another step toward me, her brows furrowed. "You want to film us fucking in a bookstore? That I currently work in? The one with the huge windows that look onto the street?"

My eyes flickered to hers and then to the large windows that framed the building and usually gave it such beautiful natural light.

"That's exactly what I was thinking; I love that you know me so well." I set the box down, lifting my balaclava out of it and grabbing her lace mask that I had put next to mine in my bedside drawer. "What'd you think, Clark? Want to live out a fantasy?"

She scoffed, her arms still wrapped tightly around herself. "Don't pretend you know what my fantasies are, Quinn."

I cocked my head, waving her mask. "Then why did you let me in?"

Silence fell between us as she opened her mouth just to close itagain. Clark looked at me, then looked to the windows that faced out into the quiet streets, a car passing by.

"If we get caught?—"

I wiggled my eyebrows seductively, lowering my voice an octave. "Doesn't that just make the whole thing a bit more exciting?"

A beat passed. My heart was thudding in my chest as she chewed her thumbnail; just as I was about to call it, Clark grabbed her mask from my hand.

"I'll meet you up there. I need a minute." And with that, she disappeared into the backroom. I resisted the urge to pump my fist in the air and composed myself like the professional I was. I'd never filmed in a bookstore before. Or fucked in one. This would be a great video; the subs were going to go crazy over it.

Yes, the subscribers. That's why my palms were sweating as I climbed the staircase and nearly tripped on the top step.

As quietly and quickly as I could, I set up the lone tripod and camera. I’d be giving the channel a more amateur film, but I knew from the analytics on previous videos that those were always a hit. I clipped a wireless mic to the hem of my mask, knowing it would pick up anything from her as well.

The lighting was low but just low enough to give the video a moody touch and a flare for the dramatics, which I always appreciated. Moving some chairs and any items that could give the shop away out of the camera’s view, I tried to make the space look as nondescript as possible, the low lighting working for me in more ways than one.

I straightened as I heard a door close below the stairs, and I busied myself with setting up the camera as I listened to her soft footfalls on the bare wooden steps leading up to me. Why was my mouth so dry?

"I don't have anything nice to wear for this, Quinn," I heard her say behind me, and I shrugged my shoulders.

"No one cares what you wear. They just want to see it torn off you anyway," I countered as I turned, swallowing hard as I saw she had pulled her hair into a loose braid that draped itself over her shoulder and brushed the top of her breast over the sweatshirt she still wore.

Clearing my throat, I motioned over to the bookshelves. "I pushedus far enough back that no one will be able to see us from the street. I obviously don't want to get caught either," I reminded her, pushing my dark hair back and grabbing my mask.

"Do you, um, have any idea of what you want to do?" she asked, hesitating as she put her mask on, pushing a bobby pin over each side to keep it in place.

"Oh, I have ideas, Clark." Motioning to her sweatshirt, I pulled my hoodie off, my skin immediately breaking out into goosebumps. "Take yours off. Follow my lead. Same rules as my house." Clark nodded and stepped closer into the loft, which was surprisingly spacious with six bookshelves on either side. The hanging cafe lights nearly brushed the top of my head as they hung to light the space.

My mouth went dry as I realized she was wearing nothing underneath, her hip still slightly discolored from her fall the day before. Before I realized what I was doing, my hand reached out to touch the bruise before reaching back to fall to my side.

"I'll be careful of that," I said, pulling my mask down and leaving my mouth exposed. "Ready?" Clark licked her lips; this time, no makeup or lipstick—just her.

"Yeah, where do you want me?"

Under me.

"By the bookcases, back to me," I instructed, my voice lowering. Going to stand behind Clark made me realize all over again how much taller I was than her, the way her head brushed up against my chest. "I'm taking off my boxers, okay? I won't do anything without the condom. You can watch me put it on if you want."

Something lurched in me when she shook her head, back still to me. "It's okay, I trust you." I nearly moaned at her admission but instead took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of lavender and eucalyptus shower gel she must use.

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