Page 343 of Kentrell

“Kentrell, stop!” she laughed, trying to sound sad but failing miserably.

“I’m about to be a mom…” she added, poking her lip out like she was really sulking now.

And me? I dipped down and took that pout straight into my mouth.

Kissing her… slow and deep… letting my tongue swipe against her bottom lip until she let out that little whimper I loved.

“…And I can’t cook for my baby,” she whined, her words muffled because I refused to let her finish without another kiss.

Her hands pushed at my chest, playful but insistent.

“Kentrell—”

“Huh?” I pulled back, raising my brows, knowing damn well what she was about to say.

“You’re not even listening to me.”

“Yes, I am, ma. I heard you.” My voice dropped softer, smoothing out as I leaned in, leveling my face with hers. “If itmatters that much to you… I’ll teach you a few easy things you can make for me and the baby.”

Her eyes widened, but I didn’t stop there.

“So when I come home, you can have yo little ‘Honey, I made your favorite’… sitcom moment.” I added just enough dramatic flair, mocking her voice in the process.

Her head flew back as she laughed hard, eyes squinting, cheeks flushed.

“It’s not a sitcom moment!” she said through giggles, smacking my chest with the heel of her palm.

I grinned, watching how quickly her expression softened again.

Then she got quiet… and I could see it. The wheels turning. My words sinking in and settling somewhere deep inside her.

“Okay… I kinda want that,” she finally admitted with a snort, her voice small but full of something warm that made my chest tighten.

“Yeah…” I nodded, biting my lip like I wasn’t proud as hell of her saying it out loud. “I know yo ass do.”

She rolled her eyes again but didn’t fight the smile spreading across her face.

“So…” she dragged the word out, poking her finger into my chest like she was interviewing me. “What is your favorite food, Mr. Caldwell?” Her tone shifted into something teasing, her eyes narrowing like she already knew I was about to act up.

I didn’t hesitate.

“That pussy,” I said, straight-faced. “But I’ll take anything.”

Her mouth dropped open in full dramatic gasp before she doubled over laughing.

“Kentrell! I’m being serious!”

“Shit… me too!” I smirked, pulling her back toward me, already kissing along her neck again like the conversation was over.

And knowing me?

It probably was.

“Can I at least go tell my mama good morning?”

I pulled back from her neck, catching sight of my shirt still balled up in her hand.

“Not with that on,” I said, my voice low, jaw tightening just thinking about it. The image of her flouncing down the hall with nothing on but my T-shirt and bare legs… knowing my brothers were posted in the kitchen, eyes sharp and always looking for something to comment on?

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