Page 319 of Kentrell

“Whatchu say?” I asked, half-hearted, fighting the urge to look back at it… and losing.

“Kentrell!” Zoe giggled, snapping her knees closed, instantly killing my mood like somebody pulled the plug on it.

“Don’t get mad!” she teased, biting her lip like she knew exactly what she was doing. “You act like you ain’t never seen it before.”

“Nah… I act like I love lookin’ at that muhfucka,” I corrected, making her squirm harder.

“You sound like Mars,” she said, grinning wide, knowing good and damn well that would throw me off.

And it did.

I blinked at her, my whole face shifting like,Really?

She caught it and burst out laughing.

“I’ma nigga… I’m supposed to feel that way,” I shot back, trying to repair my ego as she kept giggling. “You ain’t let her eat my shit?—”

“No!” she cut me off fast, damn near mortified now. Good. Bet she shut all that laughing up.

“Nobody has ever seen, touched, tasted, fingered, fucked—or whatever else you can do to it—to me.” Her voice was steady now, strong enough to let me know she meant that shit.

The smile on my face grew two sizes, like the Grinch when he started scheming.

“So… what she catch you doin’ this morning?” I asked, watching her cheeks start to tint.

“I was sleeping.”

“Zoe…”

“I was!” she giggled, dragging the word out, then biting her lip when she saw I wasn’t buying it.

“But…”

I gave her that look. The one that saidStop playin’ with me.Which, of course, made her laugh harder.

“I had a dream?—”

“Okay, Zoe Luther King… what else?”

“Don’t play like that!” she scolded, pushing at my chest as we both cracked up.

“My dream was about what we just did,” she admitted, voice low and soft… but with that sly little smile curling at the corners.

I paused, face curling a little before my brows lifted, eyes going wide with surprise.

“Oh… you was havin’themkind of dreams, huh?” I pointed up at the neon ‘Wet Dreams’ light nailed above the headboard, giving her that knowing look.

Zoe twisted, turning her head to see what I was pointing at… then doubled over laughing, burying her face in her hands.

“Shut up, Kentrell!”

“Eeeee!” I howled. “I knew I was gon’ getchu! Bagged and tagged!”

I cracked up, shaking my head in defeat.

“No… wife for life,” she shot back, flashing her ring like it was a trophy and showing all thirty-two of her pretty little teeth.

“Yeah… I like that better,” I nodded, grinning wide as I opened her legs again, ready to get back to my feast.

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