Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(22)

I swallow, biting my lip as I look up at him. “Have you done this before? I mean, the whole Pretty Woman thing with a cam girl or whoever—”

“No,” he says shortly, shaking his head and squeezing my hand. “Not at all.”

Gray orders us a bottle of wine, and we sit back into the deep, dimly lit booth with our glasses while we wait for our food.

“So, camming.”

I grin, sipping my wine and glancing up at him. “Yes, counselor?”

“Joey get you into it?”

I shake my head. “No, I’d done it before. I mean, it’s really good money, and it’s not like college was on the table with the home life I came from.”

“You’re good at it.”

I shrug. “I mean, it’s not my life’s ambition or anything, but, I like it. I’m not ashamed of it. I don’t know, I guess I like my body.”

“I like your body too.”

I grin, blushing as his hand toys with mine, his knuckles brushing over the slit in my dress.

“You know, what we did, in our private sessions…” I shake my head, raking my teeth over my bottom lip. “I’ve never— you know…”

“What?”

My face burns hot. “I’ve never gone that dirty, or that dark.”

Gray’s brow arches. “Oh?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“So why did you?”

I swallow and drag my eyes up to his and let them burn right into him.

“You.”

His look is fierce right back at me, his eyes flashing as they drink me in. “Without a picture, or a name? Or a voice, at that?”

I shake my head. “There’s something about the way you talked to me, even in chatting. Like, you had this power over me — this commanding presence that just…” I trail off, blushing and looking away. “Nevermind, it sounds stupid.”

“No it doesn’t,” he growls. His hand reaches up and cups my jaw, raising my chin up. “No, it doesn’t,” Gray says quietly. “I like that you were my dirty girl.”

“I like being your dirty girl,” I whisper back heatedly, shivering under his gaze. I can still feel his lingering touch from earlier teasing through my body, making my skin tingle and sending a wave of heat through me.

“You look fucking amazing in that dress, you know,” he purrs. “And those pearls.”

I shiver, sliding close to him and turning to brush my lips across his ear.

“What you said earlier…” I whisper, my teeth dragging over his earlobe and eliciting a growl from his lips.

“I’m not.”

He turns, his brow furrowed as he tries to read the heated grin on my face. I lean back into his ear, and this time, I let my tongue tease over it.

“You asked me not to ever wear panties around you, daddy,” I whisper darkly into his ear.

Gray groans, and I swear I can see the front of his suit pants bulge instantly. He growls, his hand sliding back to the slit on my dress, and his fingers pushing under it. We’re hidden from view back here, and it’s dark, but my breath still catches and my blood still turns to fire in my veins as he uses his fingers to deftly push the red material aside. He pushes it over my bare thigh, and then wider, until my bare, wet, pussy is exposed to his hungry eyes.

“Dirty girl,” he growls lowly, his eyes locked on my little pink slit. His fingers slide over my thigh, and when his knuckles brush over my lips, I gasp quietly.

“Gray—”

My voice catches as a waiter walks dangerously close to our table.

“They can’t see you,” he growls. “And if they did, believe me, I’d take their eyes out.”

I grin, but when his fingers slide over my pussy lips and ease them open, my mouth falls open.

“Oh fuck.”

“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” he growls into my ear. His finger pushes against my opening, and when he slides it easily inside with how fucking wet I am, I whimper and grab his wrist.

“So fucking wet,” he groans, easing his finger in and out of me. “Spread your legs, baby girl. Spread them wide.”

“H-here?” I gasp.

His only response is to roll his fingers over my clit, and I have to bury my moan in his shoulder. And then I do what he says. I spread my legs wide. Two of fingers push back inside, and his thumb starts to rub my clit in slow circles. I moan quietly, sagging into him and clinging to his muscular arm. My hands slide lower to his lap, and when my fingers find his huge bulge there, I gasp quietly as the heat blooms through me.

Two can play this game.

I tug his zipper down and slide my hand inside. Gray groans as I wrap my fingers around his big cock. I start to stroke him in time with his fingers on my pussy, sliding my fingers up and down that thick, throbbing shaft. I glance around, and before he can say anything, I suddenly slip his cock out of his pants.

“Shit, Zoe,” he growls, warning in his voice as he glances around. “Maybe—”

“Shh,” I purr into his ear, the fire blazing through me as I slowly jerk his fat cock right there in the restaurant booth. “Like I said, daddy,” I purr into his ear, feeling his cock throb in my hand as I say it. “I like being your dirty girl.”

I pull back and look him right in the eye as I reach out with my other hand and brush it over the table top. My silverware clatters to the ground.