“I’m there...” I mumble in a shaky voice.
My moans are louder and louder before his hand slides over my mouth.
“Not here, baby,” he says softly, picking up the pace.
He holds onto me while I come and keeps pounding me until he shudders.
A muffled dialogue travels down the hallway, shifting closer. We hear the knock on the door just when his fingers dig into my flesh, and the climax shakes its way through his body.
Chest heaving, he pulls out of me.
He disposes of the condom, pulls his zipper up, and buttons up his shirt.
A second rap echoes outside.
“Just a moment,” he says, his voice even and low.
My eyes move to him while he motions to me.
“Time to go, baby.”
I straighten, my legs still wobbly.
“Can you walk?” he mouths to me.
I nod, and then I pull my panties up. He tugs my hemline down. I shimmy my way back into my dress and glance in the mirror, running trembling hands over my skirt.
He opens the door.
A woman stares at us suspiciously.
“My friend doesn’t feel well,” Abel says to her, flashing a charming grin.
The woman’s eyes go back and forth between us.
“I understand...” she says, not believing an iota.
She steps aside and lets us walk past her before she vanishes into the bathroom. Hurriedly, we veer toward the exit.
The moment we step out of the house, he whispers in my year.
“I want more,” he says.
“Me too. Your car, my place...”
Just as I climb into his car, I spot Harper. She waves at me.
I grip his arm.
“Wait.”
For a moment, I search his eyes, pondering.
“Can we take her home?” I ask.
“Sure,” he says, a smile gliding to his lips.
I turn my head to Harper, who’s still waiting, and beckon her to us.