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I opened the bedroom door to hear laughter coming from the front of the condo. Erin sat at the table across from Malcolm, with Jhae sitting on his lap.
“Look at him,” Erin said with a smirk on her face.
Malcolm shifted his head backward, bouncing his brows. I couldn’t hide the intensity on my face as I glared at Erin. She wasn’t in this condo when I came in this morning.
“Where have you been?” I asked, and the room giggled.
I sucked my teeth as my face tightened with anger. Erin slouched her shoulders, tossing her head backward, taking in the ceiling.
“Good morning,” she said, and nodded toward the bedroom.
She begrudgingly stood from her seat and passed where I stood. On the walk to the bedroom, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her plump ass. Those tight jeans brought attention to the curves of her body, hardening my dick. Erin opened the door, entering the room and standing. I wanted to pull her tongue into my mouth, sucking the attitude out of her face.
“Where were you this morning?” I asked after I shut the door.
“Hi Erin, how are you?” she said before she flopped down on the bed. Nasty thoughts of laying her on her back and tasting her pussy pulled at me. I pushed away the thoughts but promised to address them again at a later date.
“Erin.”
“Marquise.”
The smug expression and crinkled nose amused me. I leaned down, trapping her with my hands, pausing my face a few inches away from hers. I studied the shape of her lips, almost forgetting my point.
“Erin, you were not here this morning. Where were you?”
She erased the small space between us, bringing our noses together. She narrowed her eyes and smiled before answering. “I was in my own bed.”
I attacked the open skin of her neck with kisses, causing her to squeal. “Marquise, stop it. I’m ticklish.”
She playfully tried to break free from my hold, but she couldn’t. When she turned to her side, I hovered over her curled body, kissing her ear one last time.
“Next time, you stay in my room until I make it home,” I said.
My fucking heart sank this morning when she wasn’t in my bed. I wanted to slide in bed with her and sleep the day away, then possibly play the game.
“Okayyyyy, stop kissing me,” she said between giggles.
I wanted to kiss her again, but I settled for tickling her one last time instead. Erin reached for a pillow and blindly threw it in my direction. She missed me with her weak throw. I bounced my brows as a game on signal. She attempted to retreat but I caught her leg before she could make it across the bed.
“Marquisseeee,” she said with hard laughter, but I ignored her pleas, pulling her to me instead.
“I’m sorry,” she said, cackling louder than before but it was too late. I had secured a pillow with my free hand.
I held one leg, keeping her in place and tapped her with the pillow. She rolled a few times but came to the conclusion that surrendering was her only option. She lifted both hands in the air and paused the pillow in the air.
“You win, Marquise. This is not how you treat a lady,” she said. I twisted my lips upward, releasing her leg and dropping the pillow.
She smirked as she exited the bed and walked to the bathroom. The infectious sound of her giggles filled the space as she fixed her hair and adjusted her clothes.
“Alright, what are we doing today?” I asked, standing in the doorway.
Erin gave me the side-eye but didn’t answer my question. I moved into the bathroom, and she giggled, shielding her underarms.
