Page 31 of The Arrangement

"What's wrong with your car? I only see you driving it once in a while," he questioned, crossing his arms and leaning on the door jam beside me.

"Radiator or whatever. It's okay short distances, but my vehicle support ran out and—" I paused, narrowing my eyes to look at my neighbor as I finally got my door to unlatch and could already hear the pitter-patter of cat paw's coming to greet me. "You know what, I'm exhausted, and I've had a rough day. Goodnight, Quinn."

As I closed the door I heard a long-suffering sigh from my annoying neighbor, leaning in so he could yell between the cracks, "Clark, if you need a ride, I can take you!"

"Goodnight, Quinn!"

I swore that cold,leftover pizza fixed everything. Maybe 60 grand would, too, but this was the best I could do in a pinch. Hannah wound around my ankles as I sat before she hopped on the table, hoping for a sliver of pepperoni.

"Absolutely not, you had spicy diarrhea for, like, three days last time." I scolded her gently as I sat her back on the floor. It was at that moment, as I set my phone beside me, that I remembered the link, the link that held the footage of me and Wolfe doing…adult things.

I made myself finish my dinner before starting on the dishes, deciding to do them while I watched. Because I simply couldn't just sit down and watch myself getting eaten out; I shuddered just thinking about it. I tried reminding myself that this was just a formal test to see how I felt afterward, and I’d felt fine. I was less on the edge, which was probably due to the…two orgasms that Wolfe pulled from me in a span of an hour and a half. But that was beside the point.

With a deep breath, I pushed play and set my phone on the ledge of the sink while I scrubbed my dinner plates and breakfast dishes from that morning.

The first thing I noticed was the production quality was fantastic. I knew all those cameras Quinn had set up were expensive, but I wasn't expecting this. I nearly squeaked when it began in earnest, the shot of my shirt hitting the ground and my peaked nipples on full display as I lay down under his massive body. A jolt shuddered down my back as he crawled over me predatorily, the amber of his eyes practically glowing under his black mask, his dark brows raising slightly as he took me in.

I swear I could still feel the way his large hands felt as they ran up and down my sides, almost tickling as he accustomed himself to mybody. I could feel the goosebumps rising all over again. While I wasn't an especially tiny woman, I looked dwarfed underneath all 6'4 of him. The tattoos seemed to dance across his tawny skin under the steady glow of the red lights, drawing my attention away from him to look at the rapt attention on my face. My eyes were hidden underneath the black lace but my eyebrows were raised as I looked up at him like I couldn't peel my gaze away.

I cleared my throat and squeezed my legs together as I finally put the very clean plate into the dish rack, my heart racing in my chest as I finally turned my attention to the phone.

I got a close-up of his hand reaching between my thighs as my back arched off the bed like my very soul was leaving my body just by his simple touch.

I watched. And watched. Wiping my forehead with the back of my arm as Quinn’s—no, Wolfe's—fingers entered me, my moan seemingly shattering from my body as his thumb rubbed my clit in motion. It was the moment when he stopped and I looked up confused as he took my hands from their place clutched in his comforter and set them on his hips. I heard Wolfe's deep voice telling me that I could touch him too.

My eyes had been tightly closed at this point while recording, so I didn't get to see how his head tilted towards mine with our foreheads nearly touching as he inserted another finger, praising me as Idropped my legs wider around his broad body. The shattering of the mug I had been washing brought me back to the present, swearing as ceramic skittered over the wood floor.

"Fuck Georgia, get your head on straight," I berated myself as I tiptoed around the broken mug to sweep up the jagged edges. I found myself looking up at the phone as I swept; the video was finally over, containing maybe ten minutes worth of usable film from that scene, which was honestly more than I was expecting.

I tried to turn the sexual part of my brain off as I fast-forwarded and rewound the footage and watched for anything discernible about my person but could find none; I was also somewhat flattered by the angles and the way I looked while I writhed underneath him. And I knew, objectively speaking, that Wolfe created content specifically forthe female gaze and audience. I was just a placeholder so they could imagine themselves underneath his tattooed body with his fingers buried in their pussies, wringing out pleasure that made stars appear behind their eyes and their hearing to go static.

But it was me. I was the one underneath the prolific and secretive Masked Wolfe. And, fuck, that felt…good?

Tossing the broken pieces into the trash, I took my phone from its place, propped it up behind my sink, and opened my messages.

I paused, my finger hovering over Quinn's contact. This would be it, then. I was committing to this. To him, in a way.

I searched myself, the hesitant version of me screaming to think of the possible negative consequences, while a softer, more devious voice whispered,"But wouldn't it be worth it?"

Me: Loved the footage. I'll see you tomorrow.

Unit 2: Sounds great. Come hungry.

I wrinkled my eyebrows at the text before I responded.

Me: Is that supposed to be sexual?

Unit 2: Jesus Christ, Clark, for food. I will have food.

Me: I knew that, of course.

Unit 2: Whatever, you freak; see you tomorrow.

That night, under the dark of night, I closed my eyes as the memory of his touch was burned into my skin, and for the first time in over a year, my vibrator just didn't seem to give me the same sense of satisfaction.

Chapter 17

Sebastian

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