Page 8 of Dirty Little Secret

I chuckle. “Dare.”

“I was hoping you’d pick that one,” he murmurs. “Touch yourself. I want to listen as you make yourself come.”

“What, here?” I laugh nervously and look around me.

As far as I can tell, I’m alone out here, but that doesn’t mean someone isn’t going to walk out while I’m in the middle of whatever it is I’m about to do. Biting down hard on my lip, I run my fingers down over my dress, shocked by how much this is turning me on. I glance around once more, a familiar hum tingling between my thighs gets stronger the closer my hand gets to my thong.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” he whispers.

“I’m parting my legs, letting my dress ride up my thighs.” The words stick to the roof of my mouth like cotton candy as I back against the brick wall behind a large potted plant. “Now I’m running my fingernails over the top of my thong.”

“Push it aside,” he instructs, his low gravelly voice engulfing me. “Tell me how your pussy feels.”

“I’m aching,” I whisper, my stomach rolling over on itself.

“Are you wet?” he grunts.

“Soaked,” I moan as I gently tease my clit. I let out a gasp, my knees buckling as I pleasure myself.

“I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers and tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to take control of me,” I whisper. “Treat me like your dirty little whore. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight for a week.”

I groan, imagining myself on my knees while he grabs a handful of my hair and forces his thick cock deeper into my mouth.

“You dirty little girl,” he rumbles, his voice strained. “I want to punish you for making me so fucking hard right now.”

“Punish me then,” I whimper.

Arousal hits me like a lightning strike. I race myself and hunch forward, stumbling through my words as I desperately try to control my climax. My knees buckle as I lose all sense of control, and I orgasm harder than I have in my life.

My heart racing, I stand there, feeling dazed.

What the hell just happened?

Andrew’s chuckles filter through the phone, reminding me that he’s there. A warmth hits my cheeks, and I suddenly feel shy thinking about what just happened. I have no idea where all this confidence has come from.

“Don’t be shy, little princess,” he murmurs, reading my thoughts. “You look very sexy in that dress, by the way. Red suits you.”

Stunned, I stand there for a moment, letting his words sink in.

He’s here. There’s no other explanation.

“Where are you?” I ask.

He chuckles. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Ending the call, I dash back inside, weaving my way through the crowded room until I’m in the main foyer. I look around, my eyes falling on the main bar. My heart races because I’m almost positive the ballroom and bar share the same courtyard, which means if he were sitting in there, he could’ve easily been watching me. I walk in, and sure enough, there he is, sitting alone in the bar. I take a moment to appreciate how fucking sexy he is.

Dark, tousled hair and a peppering of stubble covering his jaw that I’m dying to touch. He lifts his gaze, his chocolate eyes narrowing as they fixate on me. I walk right up to him and sit down, wishing he would jump on me right here, right now.

“Did you enjoy your little show?” I ask.

His gaze wanders down the front of me, slowly and deliberately. I can hardly breathe as excitement crashes over me in a tidal wave. The thought of him watching me do that somewhere so public… I shift in my chair; so turned on.

“More than you know,” he murmurs, his dark eyes dancing with amusement.

“What did you do, follow me here?”

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