“What are you? Some kind of-” My husband stops midsentence and waits for the waiter to move out of earshot. “…vigilante?”
“Let’s just say, I get drugs off the street in the most expedient way possible.”
From this, I assume he’s not one to color inside the lines and feel I should warn him. “We looped in the DEA. They want to interrupt the next shipment.”
Dash gulps down his beer. “No problem. That’s a great idea. So, are we square?”
“Well, if you’re not working for the insurance company and you know who blew up the trucks, what else can we do for you?” Suds eyes him over his glass, not trusting him in the least.
“I’ll be in touch.” He writes a check and hands it to me. “This should cover everything so far. I’ll call you in a few days. Sorry, I need to go. I’ve stayed longer than I should.”
As he tosses a couple twenties on the table, I ask, “Do you have a real name?”
“Lots of them.” Standing, he buttons up his coat. “So, will you continue to work for me?”
I share a glance at my partner who nods. “Yeah, sure. Why not.”
After our client slides between the tables and exits, I’m still not convinced. “What’s he really up to?”
“Maybe he’s what he says, a rich do-gooder.” My partner tosses back his brew while I sip, thinking.
“And maybe not. Should we continue to work for him?”
The sharp side of the check tap-tap-taps on the table as he thinks. “This here is a shitload of money, and he hasn’t asked us to do anything illegal. In fact, he seemed pleased we involved the DEA.”
“Weird, right?” Ready to head home, I take his offered hand.
After he helps me out of the booth, he motions over the waiter. They whisper, he slips the man an extremely generous tip, and we’re walked out the back door.
“What’s going on?” I shiver as the outside light turns black.
“I’m going to fuck you, sugar.” My husband pulls me behind a pile of chairs and tables, stacked against a brick wall.
At his dirty talk, my panties dampen, my nipples pebble, and I let out a little squeak. “Here? But it’s cold.”
“I’ll warm you up right fast.” Fingers behind my neck, his rough palms cup my chin and when he lifts my head, his hungry mouth connects with mine.
Holy shit, I’ve missed this so much. Warmth spreads from my toes to the tips of my ears as I fall under his spell and open for his tongue.
A pan clatters in the kitchen and I pull away. “What if someone comes out?”
His lips part and his breath warms my ear as his hard staff presses against me. “The waiter is watching the door.”
I moan. “What if someone enters from the street?”
“They won’t see much. Stop wastin’ time.” His body flat against me, he pushes my back to the cold wall.
“We could get arrested for indecent exposure.” After undoing his buttons, I unzip my jacket, and clasp my hands behind his back.
“The thrill of being spotted is half the fun.” He undoes his belt and as he frees his cock, I kick off one boot.
“What if someone has to bail us out of jail?” Struggling, I slip off one side of my pants.
He holds the huge wool flaps open. “We won’t get caught if you’d stop talkin’ and start movin’.”
“I always wondered why you bought this coat. It’s humongous.”
“I had you in mind, sweetheart.” He slides his finger across my drenched nub, and hisses.
