Page 327 of Kentrell

Hishome.

Ourhome.

Caldwell Manor.

I bit my lip, smiling into his chest as I whispered back, “Okay… just let me grab my stuff.”

Kentrell chuckled low, kissing the side of my neck before setting me on my feet.

“I gotta put my clothes on too,” he said, standing and stretching, muscles flexing like he was doing it on purpose.

Out the corner of my eye, I caught Mars craning her neck, blatantly trying to see if she could spot anything… noticeable… happening at the front of his sweatpants.

Ayesha was already halfway doubled over, giggling like a damn kid at a pep rally.

“Mars…” I groaned with a smirk, stepping right in front of Kentrell like I was his personal 5'6" bodyguard.

Both of them fell back onto the couch laughing, loud and unbothered.

Kentrell’s arms slid around my waist like it was the easiest thing in the world, and without another word, he walked us both—still attached—back into the guest room, closing the door behind us.

“You wanna take a shower with me?” I asked, tossing my head back against his chest so I could look up at him.

His eyes dropped down to mine, slow… hot… but that little bit of responsibility stayed lingering in his tone.

“I want to… but if I do, we not gon’ make it back in time.”

“We don’t have to rush,” I teased, giggling as he finally released me from his hold.

“Nah… we gotta make one stop before we get home.”

My brows lifted. “And where is that?”

I went to work picking up our clothes from around the room. Shirt, jeans, bra, random socks… handing him his T-shirt he’d worn under the flannel I was still rocking like it belonged to me.

“I’ll show you when we get there,” he said, voice low like he was enjoying holding back the answer.

I narrowed my eyes, giving him my best skeptical face. “If you wait till then, I’ll already see where we’re going.”

“Exactly.” Kentrell smirked, biting down on his bottom lip just long enough to make me fight a smile.

“Come on… get dressed,” he added, moving past me toward his jeans.

“Okay.” I nodded sweetly, drawing out the word as I reached for the buttons of his shirt.

I started unfastening them slow… real slow… one side at a time.

Letting the right side slip off my shoulder first… letting it fall… then the left… until the whole thing hit the floor… leaving me standing there in nothing but my ring and the Kentrell chain still resting against my chest.

I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze with full morning glory, daring him to look away.

“Zoe,” he warned, voice low and firm… but the way his eyes darkened said everything else.

Lust… heat… restraint on its last leg.

I tilted my head, letting my smile bloom sweet and dangerous all at once.

“If you give me what I want…” I purred, dragging my nails lightly across my stomach, “…I’ll be more cooperative.”

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