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Both rested silently for a while. Then Mirilla got a second wind and sat up.

She ground her hips against him in a small slow circle.

Bart opened his eyes and smirked up at her. He was still semi-hard and could feel the come leaking from inside to run down his balls.

“Do you mind?”she asked.

“Do I mind what?” he asked teasingly.

“If I take more.”

“Of me? I am yours for the taking.”

Mirilla grinned at him and began mimicking his thrusts of only a short while earlier. Her thrusts got faster and faster, her nipples hardened as Bart’s cock hardened inside her and he began lifting his hips to aid in the penetration and friction of each thrust she made. “Yes, just like that,” she whispered, riding him for all she was worth.

He reached out and pressed his thumb against her clit just hard enough for it to slide back and forth over the swollen bud as she moved.

“Oh, yes! Like that! Don’t stop doing that!”

Bart chuckled. “This is going to be a long night.”

“Thank the gods,” she answered, chasing the pressure of his thumb with the motion of her hips as he teasingly kept it just out reach for a second or two before pressing it against her glistening clit once more.

Chapter 13

Tap, tap, tap. “Bart! Are you awake, son?” Samuel called from outside Bart’s bedroom door.

Bart lazily opened his eyes and stretched his still tired muscles as he tried to get his bearings.

Mirilla shoved herself up and off his chest, looking around with a confused expression on her face, trying to figure out why she was where she was and why the sun was up and shining through the window.

“Morning,” Bart mumbled huskily, his voice gruff with sleep as his fingers stroked across her bare shoulder.

“I have to go!” she exclaimed, struggling against the covers and Bart’s legs to get free so she could throw on her clothes and get out of the royal residence before anyone who’d already noticed she was missing figured out where she really was.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Bart said sleepily. “There’s nothing wrong with you being here.”

“I’m late, Bart! I shouldn’t have fallen asleep here! I didn’t meet the morning staff to confirm assignments. I didn’t approve the menus for the day. I haven’t checked on everyone to make sure all are well and able to perform their duties today! I haven’t delivered breakfast to Sovereigna!”

“It’ll be alright. Here let me help,” he said, getting out of bed and joining her in searching for her clothing and her shoes.

“Bart? One of the guards told me that Vivian had her baby during the night. Were you advised? I wanted to be there,” Samuel called through the door.

“Hang on, Dad! Give me one second…” Bart called out.

“Goddess,” Mirilla whispered, shaking her head.

“Something else?” Bart asked.

“Yes. I have to walk past your father who’s standing outside your bedroom door. None of this should be happening!” she lamented.

“Mirilla, it doesn’t matter. He’s happy that we care for one another.”

“It’s just so improper! So inappropriate. I’ve handled this very poorly,” she said, as she secured her clothing, gathered her hair into a bun at the base of her skull and slipped on her shoes.

“I want to see you tonight,” Bart said.

“Let me just get through the day and see what kind of fallout I receive. I’ve a reputation, you know?!” she almost cried at him.

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