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I tiptoed down the hall and quietly rapped on the door to Sinclair&039;s closet room It would have been his bedroom, except he didn&039;t sleep in there; he slept with me But all his clothes and such were in here And I&039; to worry about it now

"Eric?" I whispered, knowing full well he could hearchat as private as I could

"Yes?" he whispered back

"Can I corinning and carrying a foot-thick freshly wrapped pile of clean dry cleaning by the hangers Wooden hangers Wherever he went, it cost a friggin&039; fortune "You know I hate, hate, hate when you sneak up on ht have mentioned it once before" He leaned past me and opened the door and then courteously stood aside so I could go in "What nasty business have you been involved in since we parted ways four hours ago? I can&039;t i you to e to kill Antonia?"

"I wish"

"Perhaps you kidnapped Baby Jon for his own good, and now you&039;re here to tell me I&039;m a new father"

"I really wish" I paused Best to just get it over with "I invited Jon of the Bees toeach dark suit out of its plastic cocoon and carefully exa it on some kind of weird suit tree, and in the hed "What a coincidence I invited the new pope for breakfast"

"No, really"

He glanced at me and frowned It was a mild frown, but pretty much all the sun and joy were sucked out of the room when his smile went "Elizabeth"

"I know, I know"

"Elizabeth You didn&039;t"

"I really kind of did"

His eyebrows had rushed together to beco unibrow "Well, I ahtlessly tripping off your dulcet tongue, you can un-invite him just as easily"

"It&039;s only for a little while Just till he gets his shit together"

"Oh, so twenty years, then?" he snapped He tried to stos were everywhere and he was momentarily snared I chewed on the insides of my cheeks and stared at hih don&039;t laugh don&039;t laugh

His black eyes narrowed, and he sto, which deflated with a sad whoooooooooffff "Are you sirl?"

"No, Eric" Girl? That was a new one "Listen, I could hardly turn him out into the street"

"Why not, exactly?"

"Eric! Coht you will," he oing to fucktohorrible like that, right?"

"Be quiet" He pulled e kiss and then tossed me on the bed and landed onat his own pants And while he was busy with all that, his tongue was busy ineverything, and so I lay there and, as they say to do, thought of England Except I was really thinking about his big dick and drooling at what he was going to do to me with it

He pushed inside ive a ripe darunted as we tried to force friction where there wasn&039;ts rapped around his waist His shirt was still buttoned, and we both had our socks on

He finally slid all the way home and I was able to pump back at him, and we found a sort of rhythm It was better, much better, way better-it was fantastic I loved the way his hands felt onand frantic, and the way his voice sounded in my head:

Never let anyone else never never you&039;re mine mine mine mine MINE MINE

Pretty ainst , I didn&039;tit up to hed; my shirt was still on, too But with scattered clothes and all the plastic bags, the rooood sale

"Don&039;t laugh at me, you horrible woood lesson you taught s areto kill s around his waist and tickled hio again?"

"Killhis shirt, but he couldn&039;t hide the gleae of interest "The state of Minnesota frowns on premeditated murder, you know"

"The state of Minnesota would frown on pretty oes on in this house" I pulled off my strawberry socks and threw them in the air "Let&039;s ride, partner!"

"They probably don&039;t thinkain, and I pretty ain?" Jessica whispered