Page 81 of Sweet Dominion

“She’ll stay up all night, writing notes, drawing diagrams, and just talking about it on and on and on like. . .she just will not let it go.”

I closed my eyes and breathed Moni in. “She sounds like Dima a little bit. He used to be that way when we were kids. Obsessed with these little toy gangster soldiers. I think he still collects them.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I savored the warmth of her. “Dima is super smart too.”

“I’ll have to meet him.”

I snapped my eyes open. “No time soon.”

She quirked her brows. “Why not?”

“I’m a bit possessive of you.”

“A bit?” She chuckled. “A lot.”

I frowned and closed my eyes. “We’ll see if I take you to the North one day.”

“I have a helicopter. I can take myself.”

“You don’t leave the East unless I know and approve.”

“You’re so funny.”

But I’m not joking.

I kept that to myself, not wanting to argue in this loving intimate moment.

However, if she did take that helicopter out of the East without my knowing, the pilot and anyone else involved would be in a lot of pain for the rest of that month.

Moni could never betoofar from me and any location out of the East was too fucking far.

Oblivious to my obsession of her, she continued, “Anyway, currently T.T. is obsessed with the Crownsville Bandit and his treasure.”

Yawning, I got more comfortable, pressing my soft, tired cock against her leg. “You meanhertreasure.”

“What?”

“Her. The Crownsville Bandit was a tall Black woman.”

“What?!” She moved a little.

I opened my eyes and looked down at her.

She stared at me in shock. “What do you mean the bandit was a woman?”

“This is a secret fact in the West.”

“But it’s not in the museum.”

“They don’t like all of the treasure hunters coming around and lurking so some facts are distorted, but this is common knowledge.”

“T.T. is going to pass out from this information. We will need a mattress behind her when you tell her.”

I smirked. “Then, we will have one placed there because I’ll have tons of things to share.”

“Yeah?”

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