Page 89 of Café Diablo

“You think this is amusing, don’t you?” he growls, walking to the edge of the table to look down at me below him, shimmering and open.

I meet his eyes through the V of my legs, the insides of my thighs powdered in gold and catching the glow of the sunset. “Yes,” I breathe heavily. “The mess really turns me on!”

He shakes his head, putting both of his hands on my knees as he slowly widens me.

Damn!

Edwin’s searing black eyes are enough to make me squirm and liquify, but add to that his angry frown is so hot, I might come from the intensity of him simplylookingat my glitter-covered flower.

“Olivia Reese,” he says darkly, sliding his hands down the insides of my legs. Oh, hell! Who’s the devil now, Mr. Voss? Definitely not the glitter! “How do you think Ms. O’Keeffe would feel if you threw glitter all over one of her paintings?”

“I don’t care what she’d think,” I pant. “Though, I bet she’d tell you to shut up and fuck me if she saw what we were doing.”

“Would she though?”

“The woman painted erotic flowers for a living! I’m sure she’s not opposed to kink,” I sass, watching his hands slowly descend. “Honestly, I really only care about whatyou’regoing to do about it?”

“What I’m going to do…” he teases, stopping the slide of his hands, only inches from my aching wet star.

He lifts one hand up to the sunlight to reveal his palm covered in shimmering gold. He twists his wrist, inspecting the egregious glitter that covers it, then rubs his fingers together to test the soft powder’s durability, letting it blow off his skin in a gust of air that runs through the balcony.

“What am I supposed to do with this woman-child on my table?” he muses. “Who’s not only decided to interrupt my perfect steak dinner—”

“That’s not the slab of meat I want,” I sass, and he shakes his head like that kind of talk isn’t going to get me what I want.

“And on top of that, she has the audacity to think she’s allowed to throw glitter all over my apart—”

“We are notinyour condo,” I interrupt again. “We’re on the balcony. I was thoughtful enough to avoid your perfectly pristine apartment.”

“That was a smart decision,” he frowns, his hand returning to my thigh and pushing me further open.

“But I do love glitter,” I say hotly. “Who knows what I might do.”

“You’re really begging to be punished. Aren’t you?”

His palms lower until his thumbs hover over my bedazzled entrance. My mouth hangs open as the ghost of his touch slicks me into a river of gold and silver. Damn, I’m so turned on right now I don’t need his tongue or his cock. I’ll be happy to take just one finger and I’ll be ready to blast off.

“You’re trying very hard to get me to change my feelings about glitter, aren’t you?” Edwin asks darkly, brushing the pad of his thumb across my trembling folds and making me gasp.

“Ned!”

“Mmmmmm, fascinating,” he mocks, fake moaning like I did previously. But then, he dips the tip of his thumb inside my pussy and I clamp around his thumb like a Venus fly trap—needy and desperate.

“Mmmmm!” I moan, my wet pussy sucking on his fingertip as he idles inside me. Then he slips his thumb to the side, rubbing my glittering juices over my folds and ringing my clit! “Oh, dear gods of—!”

He lifts his hand up, pulling it away from where I’m twitching.

“You really do love glitter, don’t you?” he says, again admiring his hand in the light, his thumb and forefingers coated and shimmering.

“Yes,” I pant. “I might even like it more than your throbbing dick.”

“Is that so?” He cuts an eye to me, like I’ve been very naughty.

“Give it to me and I’ll decide!”

“Well now,” he tsk-tsks. “Considering how much you love glitter … I have something for you.”

“Please tell me it’s your cock!”

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