Page 50 of The Arrangement

“Maybe,” he replied playfully, removing his hand from under my short’s leg to skim over my straining erection, which I was convinced couldn’t get any harder if it tried. Seriously, fucking camellias? “But none are your flower name.”

“Not even close,” I said before diving back into a deep kiss. It wasn’t until I registered the sound of a zipper that my brain caught up to what was happening… andwhere. “James,” I groaned. “You know the entire front of the store is glass, right?Clearglass.”

Completely undeterred, he tempted me with a kiss I had no chance of resisting. “Which your back is to.” He pulled my dick through the opening of my boxers, the warmth of his hand at once overwhelming and not nearly enough. “Besides, baby boy, I think you like being on display almost as much as you like watching.”

“Oh fuck,” I gasped as he tightened his hold and stroked up, gathering the absurd amount of precum leaking from‌ my tip.

“You feel so good, baby boy.Sogood,” he said, capturing my mouth. God, I loved his hands on me. Loved the way he looked at me. Loved the way he said my name. Loved the way he made me feel.

“Wanna feel you too,” I said against his lips, already reaching for his fly. I was definitely deluding myself believing I was any better at that, but I was also willing to put in the work togetbetter. I’d just gotten his fly open and the elastic of his briefs pulled far enough down to free his cock when the tinkling of a bell behind me shattered my perfect bubble. We immediately released each other and locked eyes.

“Marc? Are you in here?” a young woman asked. Her voice sounded vaguely familiar, which was worse than if it had been a complete stranger.

Without bothering to think, I hopped—more like catapulted—off the countertop and ducked underneath, dick hanging out and all. Unfortunately, JD didnotfollow my lead. Instead, that motherfucker stepped closer to the counter andgreetedthe woman. All while his dick was hanging out as well, I might add. Not that she could tell, thanks to how high the counter was, which was also why I could hide beneath it.

“Morning, ma’am. I’m afraid we’re not actually open yet,” JD said, oozing charm like it was his job. And though my heart thrilled to hear him say “we”, I would have preferred him to tell her to get out of the store yesterday.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t come in for flowers, though I’m sure they’re lovely.”

What the hell was he doing? Why hadn’t he made her turn around and get? I eyed his cock hanging free of his shorts. Maybe he needed some encouragement. As quietly as I could manage, I shuffled closer and took his flagging erection in hand. To my disappointment, he didn’t so much as twitch beyond his dick plumping back up at my touch. We’d just see about that.

“Was there something I could help you with?” JD asked above me.

“I was looking for Marc Weathers.”

“Sorry, he’s not available.”

She released a delicate huff. “Are you sure? I could have sworn I saw him.”

“You might have, but he has his hands full right now.” I could hear the laughter in JD’s cheeky response. Asshole thought he was funny. I’d like to see him keep his cool when I turned things up a few degrees.

Feeling especially wicked, I licked the tip of his dick much like I would a lollipop. When that didn’t produce a reaction either, I obstinately sucked on the flared head. And promptly choked. Above me, JD loudly cleared his throat.

“Did you hear something?” the woman asked.

He coughed again for good measure. Asshole. “Frog in my throat. I’m sorry you missed him.”

“Well, darn. I guess I’ll have to try to catch him another time.”

Eager to get back to what we were doing with this added layer to explore, I released his dick and cocked my head to listen for her retreat. Should have known it was too good to be true.

“Why were you looking for him?” JD asked, leaning against the counter and causing his exposed dick to jut into my face.

“Oh! I, um, my mama, Anna May, said that he was back in town and I was hopin’ we could catch up.”

Son of a biscuit. Of all the people to randomly walk into the flower shop, it would have to be Margaret May. Jesus, would I never outrun this woman?

“Yeah? How do you know Marc?”

I stared through the counter at where JD’s face would be. Was he for real right now? Fine, I’d just have togivehim a reason to get rid of her. Besides, it wasn’t like Ihadn’tbeen wanting to taste him. Resolvingnotto choke this time, I started small, taking hold of the base of his cock and gently licking up the full length of his shaft. When his dick jumped in my hand, I took that as a good sign and did it again.

“Oh, we go way back. Marc and his sister used to spend all of their summers here,” Margaret said energetically.

“I’ve heard,” JD replied, smooth as silk, which wasn’t that far off from the surprisingly velvety texture of his dick on my tongue.

“Ah. So you know.”

I momentarily forgot myself and almost stood up, thumping my head on the underside of the cabinet. What the hell wasthatsupposed to mean?