Page 69 of King of Clubs

“You know I do. So shut up and fuck me harder,” I was intentionally trying to sass him. Still annoyed at the bullshit I’d been fed about him and now turned on and desperate to see how far I could push him. What it looked like when I did.

“Argh, my girl needs to come, doesn’t she? Touch yourself while I fuck you,” he commanded and I complied, moving one hand from the glass as Seb raised my hips and began fucking me even harder. As soon as my fingers grazed my clit, he growled and the sparks of pleasure heightened. I trembled at the fullness of him driving into me, my fingers rubbing fast as I chased my own release while his filthy words grumbled in my ear.

“Fuck, you have no idea how sexy you are when you touch yourself with my cock in you,”the desperation in his words my unravelling and I lost control of the world around me as a crescendo of pleasure washed through me.

“Fuckkkkkk, babe,” his gravelly cry edged me further as he filled me with his pleasure,“You are the fire to my ice, Marlee, and I need more of your heat.” With a final slap to my backside, he pulled my dress down, intentionally ignoring the way he was leaking out of me. My thighs now sticky from a combination of us both.

Raising the hand I used to touch myself, he grinned surreptitiously, slowly pulling my hand to his lips and sucking each finger. I was putty for him and when he kissed me passionately, my taste on his tongue, I wanted to knead his chest and purr like a contented kitty.

His ability to move from savage, to tender and back to feral was discombobulating but it was one of the things I loved most. I found that the ferocious and sexy side was reserved only for me and knowing this turned me on, making me want him even more. I almost wanted to clear the few things he had on his desk and demand round two, but there was something I needed to do first.

“I could use a drink after that little display. Can you take me downstairs so I can tell Cooper how I think he’s a piece of shit,” I tried to remain straight faced, but when he hit me with his large crooked smile, I giggled.

Once his pants were back in place, he reached out and engulfed my hand with his own, “Happily.”

Sebastian

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Shealwayslookedsexy.Tight skirts, jeans, one of my old shirts or her pyjamas, it didn’t matter, she was gorgeous. But I think Marlee in a dress was up there with the best and this one in particular was a highlight. While it was tight on her chest, it gently flowed over those mouthwatering hips, so when I twirled her on the dance floor, it lifted easily, providing a nice little glimpse of the handprint I left on her arse only moments ago. Pulling her into me, I took her mouth, no longer caring who saw me doing so even on a busy night.

She was mine and I wanted the world to know.

“If I spin you again, can you swing those hips so I can see that swollen pussy?” Her cheeks flamed and I grinned.

“Where’s my drink, Micallef?” Her eyebrows were raised, the playful side of her making me especially happy. This sassy little streak I was beginning to see more and more another highlight of her personality.

She could be so sweet yet so angry. It was ridiculously charming, and I was already thinking of ways to antagonise her later just to see her fire again.

Cooper was at the bar and when Marlee spotted him, she strode over and claimed the adjacent stool while I moved around to serve them. Clara was busy with other customers, but I saw her notice Marlee and hoped she’d seen us on the dance floor. I would be dealing with her later after the bullshit she pulled.

Handing them both a drink, I caught the end of Coop apologising.

“You’re not forgiven,” I grinned, enjoying his discomfort as my girl put him in his place.

“But it looks like you forgave him,” he gestured towards me with his thumb and then choked on his beer at the glare she shot his way.

“That’s because he’s my boyfriend,” she stated, so matter-of-factly that I nearly yanked her across the counter and claimed her properly in front of the entire club.

Coop’s face split into his huge shit-eating grin, and he winked at me. I was going to pay for not telling him though when he would be hollering the whip sounds at me with every chance he could.

“Incoming,” he mumbled into his glass and Marlee stilled, her eyes darting to my right.

“Hey, I’m Clara, we didn't get to meet properly earlier. I went to school with these two,” she gestured between Coop and I, standing far too close to me again and Marlee’s eyes narrowed in on where Clara had her arm resting against mine. As much as I wanted to shove her off me, I was conscious not to cause a scene when my reputation was at stake.

Cooper investigated his beer, studying it like he was a cicerone. Smart man.

Walking around to stand behind Marlee, I placed an arm on either side of her, kissing her cheek. It was petty and intentional but the way her fingers dropped below the bench to squeeze my thigh told me she appreciated the gesture.

I was barely even paying attention to Clara who was so obviously trying to stake her claim by sharing a story about our high school days. She needed to get back to work like I was paying her to do.

“Clara, I’ll have a whiskey. On the rocks.” The story was pointless, and I was tired of listening to her speak. Turning to Marls, I asked, “Would you like anything else, my love?”

Clara stilled at the endearment, but Marlee simply nodded again, the corner of her mouth tipping up in a slight smirk.

Firing Clara was going to be awkward, and I knew my mother would be on the phone within 56 seconds, but I no longer cared. She was done the second she upset my woman. I wasn’t having an employee who tried to mess with her like that let alone someone who continued to cause shit despite all rebukes.

When Clara placed my drink on the bar in front of us, Marlee leaned forward, her elbows resting on the bar.

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