We flying somewhere better. Somewhere private.
Just me and her.
She ain’t know yet.
But she will.
“Whatchu smiling about?” I asked, brushing my thumb along her thigh beneath the covers.
“I’m just happy you’re still here.”
I stared at her for a beat, then leaned up, kissing her collarbone slow and deep, right where her robe slipped open. “I’m not going nowhere.”
Not now.
Not ever.
Unless she asked me to.
And even then—I might not listen.
“Mmm—Kentrell.” Zoe moaned in protest, but her arms were already around my neck, pulling me closer like she didn’t mean a word of it.
I ignored her mouth and reached for the knot at her waist. I didn’t like that damn robe. I didn’t like what it represented.
She always made sure I saw her put together—but covered. Her body, the same one I’d worshipped with my hands and mouth, she still acted like it needed to be hidden from me. Like I hadn’t already studied every inch of her.
“I thought I took this shit off last night.” I untied the robe, peeled it off her shoulders, and tossed it to the side as I kissed her.
“I know, but I had to?—”
“You ain’t had to do shit.” I cut my eyes at her and leaned back just enough to catch the lie she was about to tell. She cracked up laughing, guilty as hell.
“What I tell you?” I smirked.
She knew how I felt about the truth. No bap, no games. Not with me.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, conceding like she always did when I caught her slipping.
“I’on know how many times I gotta tell you—my tongue done slid all over you, ma. It’s mine.”
She cocked a brow. “No,thispussy is yours. But mybodyis?—”
“Mine, too.” My jaw ticked.
She giggled, knowing she was getting under my skin just a little, and loving it.
“So, what do I get?” she asked, playful.
“Stop tryna be like me, Zoe. Damn.” I faked an attitude, which only made her laugh harder.
“You know you got me,” I said, dropping my voice low.
“But I don’t just wantdick.” She sighed.
Clearly she wasn’t even listening. Just hearing what she wanted to hear.
“I ain’t say dick.”