The Crown was full earlier in the evening but thinned out enough by eleven that Clint didn't feel the least bit guilty about closing up before midnight. He was still jacked up from his erotic shower that morning and seeing Sophia earlier had only ramped up the lust curling tight inside him.
He hadn't been able to keep away from her since the first time he'd laid eyes on her two nights ago. All he'd been able to think about from the minute she walked into The Crown was getting her naked and being inside her. The reality had far surpassed his imagination, and now he wondered if he'd ever get enough of her?
He realized she was only around for a limited amount of time. On the one hand he wanted whoever or whatever had killed Darrell Franklin to be caught before another body turned up. On the other hand, he didn't want Sophia to leave any time soon. He was sure he'd never get her out of his blood but he wanted to store up enough memories to last after she was gone.