Page 160 of Kentrell

“Yeah,” she smirked. “Unless you scared.”

I chuckled, the tiredness melting right off me.

“Aight. Let’s get in just like this.”

“Naked?”

“Hell yeah.”

She didn’t flinch.

She just stood up like it was nothing, heading toward the doors that led to the deck and the steaming tub just outside.

Before stepping out, she tossed a look over her shoulder—voice sweet, but bold.

“I wanna do it in the hot tub.”

I laughed, hard.

“Don’t be playin’, Zoe.”

She slid the door open, cool air spilling in, and strutted toward the steps with no shame. That ass bouncing slightly with each step.

I shot up and jogged behind her, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the floor like she weighed nothing.

She squealed, laughing as I spun her in my arms.

“Don’t trip, ma,” I growled in her ear. “We fuckin’ all over this house.”

FOURTEEN

ZOE

I woke up to heat.

Not the kind from the fireplace or the thick blankets tangled around us—but him.

Kentrell.

Pressed behind me, warm and solid. One arm draped over my waist, his breath slow and deep against the back of my neck. His chest rose and fell with a rhythm that said he was still mostly asleep.

Butsomething elsewas very much awake.

I felt him.

Hard and heavy.

Nestled right against my ass.

I shifted slightly, just enough to test if it was real, and there it was—a twitch.

Then his hand moved. Just a little.

Slid from my waist to my thigh, lifting it gently, lazily, like we’d done this a hundred times before. I didn’t resist. I let him guide me, my leg draping over his as he adjusted his hips and pushed forward?—

Slow.

Deep.

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