Page 15 of Mabilia

I start to thrust in and out of her. Mabilia’s moans urge me to go harder and faster, until she’s screaming my name and her nails are scratching down my back.

Her pussy clenches around me, gripping my cock so fucking tight, and I thrust into her three more times before I explode. “Fuck me,” I groan as I fall forward, catching my weight with my elbows on each side of her head.

“That was… amazing,” Mabilia says.

“Give me five minutes and we can do it again.” I roll myself off the bed and dispose of the condom before making my way to the bathroom. I turn on the taps in the tub. “Actually, I have a better idea,” I call out to Mabilia.

“What’s better than what we just did?” she asks when I walk into the bedroom.

“You, me, bubbles, hot water.” Reaching down, I scoop her up and carry her into the bathroom. “Wait here. I’ll get you a drink.”

I have a bottle of champagne in the fridge. I’m not usually a champagne drinker, and I honestly don’t even remember where this bottle came from. I pull down two flutes and walk back into the bathroom.

“Whoa, is that alcohol? You know I’m underage, right?” Mabilia smirks at me.

“Smart-ass, I’m well aware of how old you are,” I tell her as I set the glasses on the counter and unscrew the cork. “You want one or not?”

“Oh, I want one. I am curious, though. Why is it okay for you to serve me a drink here but not at your bar?” Mabilia asks.

“Because as much as I might not want that bar, I also don’t want to lose it for serving pretty underage girls.” I hand her a flute.

“You think I’m pretty? Thank you.” She sips at her champagne before returning her attention to me. “Why don’t you want the bar?”

“First, you know you’re gorgeous. Don’t pretend like you don’t. Second, my grandfather was an asshole. I don’t want anything that has his name on it,” I explain.

“So sell it then. It’s not like you need it.” Mabila steps into the now-full tub.

I climb in behind her, stretching my legs out as she scoots closer to my chest. “It has its benefits.”

“Like?” Her face turns up and her eyes connect with mine.

“Well, I meet beautiful women there,” I tell her, my eyes roaming up and down her body.

Mabilia’s spine stiffens and her brows crease down. But then she smiles and relaxes her shoulders. If I blinked, I would have missed the reaction. “Guess that is a benefit,” she says, looking straight ahead again. “Lucky you.”

I watch as she downs her entire glass of bubbles.

“I should go.”

“No, what you should do is tell me what the fuck just went through your mind.” I wrap my arms around Mabilia’s waist, pulling her back against my chest.

“Nothing went through my mind. I’m really happy for you. You get to work in a bar and take home gorgeous women. Seems like you’re living every man’s dream, right?” she says.

“I don’t take women home from the bar. You’re the only woman I’ve brought here.”

“You don’t need to lie to me. It’s fine. You do you and I’ll do me.” Her right shoulder lifts and drops.

I spin her around so I can see her face. Then I school my features. “What does that meanyou’ll do you?”

“Exactly that. This…” Mabilia gestures between us. “Is justthis. Tonight. It’s not that deep.”

I consider her words. I could go along with them. Leave whatever this is with her to just tonight.But fuck that.I like her crazy ass and I’m not nearly done with it orher. “How aboutwe make this…” I mirror her actions and point from my chest to hers. “…about more than just tonight.”

“What do you mean?”

“Exclusive. I want you, exclusively, Mabilia. I’m an only child, which means I’ve never liked when other people touched what’s mine. And I want you to be mine,” I tell her.

Chapter Eleven

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