Page 178 of Kentrell

“I’ll give you my spare once we get back,” she said like it was already settled. “Some days when I get off work, I’m so stressed…”

“Aw… so this your way of telling me I’m supposed to be at the crib… dick in hand, ready to relieve that stress?”

“Exactly.” Her eyes danced with mischief.

“Shit…” I grinned, shaking my head. “We can do that in the damn parking lot soon as you get off.”

“No, we cannot!” She snorted, covering her mouth as she laughed. “You got me to go back on my words about mixing business with pleasure.” She pointed her finger up at me and I bit at it, making her smile. “You might be my man and my client, but I will not sully my name for a romp in the parking lot.”

She bit her bottom lip, trying not to look me in the eye like she ain’t already imagined it.

“You gon’ do it one day,” I told her, like it was a damn prophecy.

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

‘Cause deep down, she knew I was right.

Hell, she’d been on me all weekend. I lost track of how many timessheinitiated shit. Her initial plan—for this to be one weekend and done. Crumbled way before we even got to the cabin. That shit was on shaky ground the day I first kissed her. And every time she opened her legs for me.

I looked down at her resting against me.

Shit.

I might be tweaking—but I ain’t wrong.

“You know this was my first real relationship?” she said suddenly.

I blinked. “For real?” I said like I didn’t already peep her dating history in the file Malcolm gave me. She had a curve list, but she kept herself too busy to go to dinner, concerts, or even the movies.

She nodded. “Yeah. Like… titles, public acknowledgment, waking up with someone and not regretting it the next day?”

I didn’t respond right away. Just laced my fingers with hers and brought the back of her hand to my lips.

“I never done this either, Zoe.”

Her eyes met mine.

“You my first, too.”

The way she looked at me—wide-eyed, open, trusting—did something to me I couldn’t name.

“You sure about that?” she asked—teasing but just a little tentative.

I leaned in, kissed her slow and deep. “I’m sure.”

We stayed there, lips brushing, heat rising between us.

“I can’t believe how fast this is happening,” she whispered. “It’s like I got used to you… to your touch… your voice… that look you give me when you’re about to do something nasty…”

I smirked. “This one?”

I gave her the look.

She melted instantly. “Yeah… that one.”

Her legs shifted, wrapping around me like muscle memory. The blanket slipped, baring more of her thighs.

“I need one more round before we land,” she murmured.

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