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It took thirty seconds of pushing, pulling and trouser rearranging, but then it was done, and Sam, still on the floor, sat back and looked him up and down

"God damn," she said

"Good God damn?" he asked

"The best God damn"

He reached down and helped her off the floor With her hand in his, she dragged hiht to behold" Saainst him, and they stood shoulder to shoulder--his shoulder a sley pulled her in front of him, his arm across her chest like a shield over her heart She rested her chin on his foreare of possessiveness through hiht to behold"

"I do look dasley se of Saht to behold She must not have understood Or perhaps she did understand and didn’t agree

"I like the boots," he said, letting her go before he got too used to holding her

"I don’t"

"You don’t?"

"I love the boots I want you to wear thele day until they’re a part of you"

"I will," he said Easy enough to do since they were a gift from her They were already a part of hi It’ll be our routine I’ll help you put on your boots, and you can give ure out who to black the first one he saw every et used to that

Frohter Someone from somewhere in the house--Blaise from the sound of it--called his nauests"

"What are you going to do?" he asked as they headed to his bedroom door

"Fuck the other half"

The house was almost full by the time he and Sam made it to the main floor Thirty minutes later, they had a full house and then some Sam had done a iven what short notice she’d had Apparently working as a bartender for six years had put her in contact with the best people in the business They ate They drank They laughed

And of course, they fucked

Not Kingsley He walked frolass of wine in his hand For teeks he’d been fasting from sex He wanted his first meal to be a feast, not a snack He needed so

Søren walked in

Kingsley rolled his eyes