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“No, buts, sit.”

“I’m too…big. I don’t want to—”

Zombie used his hold to slide her down to his chest. Bringing one hand up to grip her chin and force her entire focus on him.

“I will not repeat myself, so fucking listen to me good, Heidi. Don’t ever, I mean fucking ever, insult yourself. You’re absofuckinglutely perfect just the way you are today. And if you change, or lose weight or gain weight or cut your fucking hair or grow it out into dreads or what the fuck ever, you will still be absolutely perfect then too. Perfect is not a one-size-fits-all, and it’s not a constant. Perfect is what you are in this moment, and it changes depending on the moment. But make no mistake, you’ll be perfect in that moment too. Now.” Zombie loosened his grip on her chin and tucked the hair behind her ear, letting his hand linger on her cheek.

“My perfect beautiful woman, sit on my fucking face, please. And if my ears aren’t imprinted on the inside of your thighs by the time I’m done, then that means I didn’t do a very good job at eating your delectable pussy, and the failure is mine. So, when I say sit, I mean fucking sit, because if you don’t, my self-esteem will take a blow I might not recover from.”

His words brought tears to her eyes. Especially the last. He was serious, not just blowing smoke up her ass.

Zombie didn’t waste another second. He let go of her cheek and used her thighs to slide her back into place and feasted on her body.

Sit she did. All worries about hurting him or disappointing him disappeared with his words and actions.

It only took about two minutes, and she came screaming on his tongue.

When she was limp, he rearranged them on the bed and inspected the inside of her thighs.

“Yes.” He fist pumped. “There they are, my ears.” She laughed and pulled the covers over her head.

“Oh my god, you’re the worst.”

Zombie pulled the covers back down and kissed her before positioning her on his chest.

“Your mouth says worst, but your thighs say best. I think I’ll listen to your thighs.” He dropped a languid kiss on the crown of her head. “Give me twenty minutes and a power nap, and we’ll poll another source and see what your pussy has to say.”

“You are just awful.” She laughed.

“Again, your mouth says—” She slapped her hand over his mouth.

“Stop. Jesus, just stop.” She leaned up and removed her hand, replacing it with her lips. “I guess if you twist my arm, I’d say you’re not so bad.”

You’re actually damn near perfect.

The last she left in her head because she wasn’t just referring to sex. She returned to her position on his chest.

“Coming from you, I take that as high praise.”

They drifted off to sleep, but Zombie woke her a short time later and made good on his threat…twice. She noticed he paid special attention to her tits even though he was clearly an ass man. She didn’t know how she knew, or how he did, but she felt in her soul that was because that’s where Stan had touched her and he obliterated that memory.

Her pussy, thighs, and heart were in agreement by the time they passed out from sexual exhaustion, they all were kind of falling for Zombie.

CHAPTERNINE

ZOMBIE

It had taken everything in him to leave his own bed. Everything about Heidi felt right, and he couldn’t even fathom why.

Maybe when it was right, it was just right.

He’d always thought that was total bullshit. Love was a choice. You decided to love someone and then put in the work and decided to continue to love them. One hundred percent a choice, right?

But spending one night with Heidi made him think otherwise. Love just happened when it happened, maybe.

Love?He didn’t mean love. He wasn’t in love with her. Hell, he could definitely see it growing to that level if given a chance, but it wasn’t love yet. He meant affection and attachment.

Those were choices too. You could be attracted to someone and not act on it. People chose to do that. They chose to try to make an attachment out of attraction or sometimes out of nothing.

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