Page 105 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

“Fuck that bench,” he groaned, as he held me tighter on the hips and lifted me one final time before he slammed me back onto him, and I exploded, while holding onto his neck. I felt his body tense up as he released himself inside of me.

Kissing his face, I looked at him. “This wasn’t what I expected when I came to say hi to you this morning.”

“Wouldn’t have had to get dicked down in the sauna if you were in that bed last night… don’t let it happen again.”

His phone started to ring in his shorts, and I reached down to give it to him. Looking at the number, I could see him disassociating, which meant the call was about to have him on ten. I tried to move, and he kept me in place, while he kissed on my neck and answered the call.

“I’m inside my fucking wife and you calling me, so this shit better be fucking good, or when I finish, I’m kicking somebody’shead off their shoulders.” I kissed his shoulder as he continued on his conversation.

I could never tell if the conversation went good or not because he was never pleased to be bothered. Duke was the only person he didn’t go off on because there was a mutual respect, more like friends. Some of the security would tell Duke to relay a message because they knew he wasn’t going to go off as much.

Grabbing his watch, I looked at the time and whispered. “I have to go and get ready.”

He held me in place while cradling the phone between his shoulder. When I felt him rising again, I quickly hopped off because he wasn’t about to slut me out in this sauna when I had things to do.

“Why you running, Wonder?” he called behind me, completely disregarding the conversation on the phone.

“I cannot be late for brunch, Mitchell… see you later, baby?”

He nodded as he smiled at me. “Def gonna see you later, Mrs. Caselli.”

“You keep calling me that, but I haven’t seen no talks about us actually making it official… don’t you have to be married?”

“Not worried about those niggas, Wonder… clear your schedule tomorrow, okay?”

I paused. “To get married?”

“Yeah… I wanna marry you. You still want to marry me, Boo?” He looked at me with that silly smirk that I loved so much. Not everybody got to see it, so I felt like it was reserved for only me. I watched as he pulled the phone from his ear and looked at it with disgust while putting it on speaker. “Nigga, you just said fuck my marriage?”

“What?” the other man nearly hollered. “Mens, I ain’t never say no shit like that. I’m happy for you and Mrs. C. That shit is beautiful.”

“Our marriage or her?” he questioned.

“Fuck… Mens is this a fucking trick question?”

He leaned back. “Depends … answer it wrong and I got a trick for yo’ ass.”

“The marriage?”

“Answer it like we playing jeopardy.”

“What is the marriage?”

“Ding ding… you good for now.” He ended the call and turned his attention back toward me. I knew his men hated to see his ass coming because he kept their asses on their feet.

“I still want to marry you, Maverick. Tomorrow sounds so soon though. Neither of us have anything to wear.”

“And you acting like last minute matters to us? You ‘bout to be a Caselli… I’ll have your shit in our room, Stevie… don’t you go back down to that other room.”

“I have my stuff in there,” I protested as he stood up, his dick still out and shorts around his feet as he shuffled over toward me. “Why are you like this, Maverick?”

Backing me up into the corner, he leaned over me while staring in my eyes. “I’ll have them move it upstairs on the other side of the closet.”

“After the toothpaste crash out, I don’t know.”

Softly nibbling my lips, he grabbed my ass. “Don’t be in there strong arming the damn toothpaste and we won’t have no problems.”

I stood on my toes, pushed my lips against his and exited the sauna. “See you later, crazy.”

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