Page 88 of Café Diablo

“And completely unnecessary.”

“Oh, but very necessary in my book, especially since it makes you fume like that. Mmmmm, mmmm, mmmm!” I mock moan like I can’t wait to turn that frown into a full-fledged orgasm. I just can’t resist. That frown makes me want to drag my hoo-ha across his lips and turn that frown upside down. Speaking of—

A flutter of deviousness wicks through my spine.

“Edwin?” I ask, my voice ringing with mischievousness. “Exactly how long do those gorgeous, juicy, slabs of meat need torest?” I emphasize the fancy cooking word and give him my best don’t-tell-me-you’re-not-a-picky-chef look.

He eyes me suspiciously, only deepening that frown and making me extra frisky. “Five minutes,” he grumbles, not sure he wants to know why I asked.

“Perfect,” I declare, hopping up from my lounge chair and moving myself onto the small—but sturdy—wooden table at the center of the balcony. “Tell me, Mr. Frowny-face,” I tease. “How do you feel about starting with dessert?”

I pull the wrap-dress I’m wearing off my knees and open my legs. Edwin practically drops his tongs at the sight of me—full commando and on the edge of the table, displaying my soft pink tart for his dining pleasure.

“Fuck!” he growls, and I laugh as that frown creases his face into an even more pissed off shape. Edwin eyes the steak and then me, trying to decide how angry he should be about the fact that—yes, this is going to take more than five minutes.

“Oh, wait,” I say, lifting up a finger. “There’s one more thing.”

I keep my legs spread—the hot wind from the balcony already arousing me. Edwin glares like I just threw a curve ball into his perfectly planned evening, pivoting us in a whole new direction, one that’s going to bring him down—onto his knees, preferably.

I reach into my purse and pull out a small plastic vial. “I know you don’t like fancy garnishes, and messes, and architecture made out of rosemary, but—” I brandish the vial, which sparkles silver and gold and—

Glittering.

“Is that—?” Edwin’s eyes turn to saucers.

Yup, it’s glitter.

Gorgeous, magical, sparkling glitter.

“Don’t you dare! That stuff is the devil!” he bellows, but I uncap the vial and smile at him wickedly.

“It’s time you start to embrace the mess.” I dump the entire contents between my legs, gold and silver flecks covering my thighs and pussy.

Edwin scowls at me like I just took his steak and threw it off the balcony, or worse, dumped glitter all over it.

“Oh, come now,” I tease, lifting my dress up higher and moving my hips so the golden flecks can catch the sunlight, making my pussy sparkle like a disco ball. “I’m environmentally friendly. This glitter is one-hundred percentedible.”

Edwin’s eyes cut to me. How dare I play such a card!

“I know!” I exclaim in agreement. “I didn’t think such a thing existed either. But Arie—goddess of all things food and sex—took me under her wing, and boom!—hello glitter revelation! Not to mention, she gave me an entire treasure trove of the stuff.”

Edwin tilts his head to the side like he doesn’t even know what to do. I can tell that every cylinder in his brain is simultaneously shooting in a different direction:hot girl, pussy, glitter, mayday, mayday, abort mission, except—hot pussy. Except—glitter!

I laugh as his body goes rigid. He’s turned on and furious at the same time—just where I like him.

“I told you there would be a glitter test,” I announce proudly, opening my legs wider to the sun. “This is it, cowboy. And it could be a real deal breaker … so choose wisely!”

I’ve never seen Edwin look so torn—angry, carnal—yet completely unsure if he can actually throw aside his identity as the man who hates glitter at all costs. And those costs do include passing up my hot flower petals of lust. Heck, maybe even passing up me.

Watching him glower makes me wet, building anticipation between my legs and adding my own natural glisten to what Edwin would deem my craft-project-from-hell.

“Just think, Edwin,” I taunt, my core soft and aching for him. “How hot is it going to be to see your mouth covered in both glitterandmy heat?”

His eyes dilate.

“You do realize,” I continue, “that’s my personal version of heaven. Glitter all over your—Oh god!” A whole new idea shoots through my head and my pussy spasms at the dirty gorgeousness of it. “Oh Edwin, and your cock covered in glitter! Oh god, think about it! Sparkling and shimmering as it slides in and out of my—!”

I fall back on the tabletop, totally turned on and delirious at the idea of him glitter covered and fucking me.

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