Page 37 of Kentrell

“Good,” I said, real low. “’Cause I like to handle my business after dark.”

That made her blink, lips parting like she hadn’t expected me to come at her like that. She regrouped quick, though.

“Well, unfortunately for you,” she shot back, chin high, “I have office hours. And youwillabide by them.”

The fuck I will.

I didn’t say it. I just nodded slow, letting her think she had the upper hand—for about two seconds.

Then I moved.

Scooted to the edge of the seat and gripped her thighs hard, dragging her toward me in one pull. She gasped, caught off guard, her ass half off the loveseat now, dress hitched damn near to her waist. Black lace. Thighs trembling. Breath stuck in her chest.

I looked at her, then down at the skin she didn’t mean for me to see. Ran my hand across it like I paid for it.

“You outta yo league,” I said, my voice low and cold, brushing the inside of her thigh with the back of my hand. “You can play by the rules with them other suits in here, but don’t get it fucked up—I ain’t one of them.”

She stared at me, eyes wide. Breathing like she couldn’t catch it.

“I ain’t got no interest in pretending with you,” I continued, voice thick. “You want boundaries? Cool. Build a wall. I’ll break through every one.”

I leaned in close enough for her to feel every word slide across her lips.

“As long as you understand something right now, Zoe… You can handle my paperwork, smile in front of these glass walls—but when I come for you, it ain’t gon’ be in no damn conference room.”

Her chest rose hard, her hands clenched in her lap.

“Iwilltouch you like this again. Probably soon. And next time, you won’t stop me.”

Then I pulled back slow, left her breathless on that couch, legs spread just enough, dress twisted, lips parted.

“So, why are you here?”

Her voice dropped low—soft, sultry, with just enough edge to sound like a dare. My eyes fell to her lips—glistening, parted slightly like she already knew the answer. I licked mine slow, appetite stirring in my gut, wondering what she tasted like. Sweet? Sharp? Expensive?

Didn’t matter. I wanted it. And when I want something, I take it.

She didn’t move. Just stared. Waiting.

I tilted my head to the left. She mirrored me, tilting the other way. That’s all the invitation I needed.

I gripped her jaw and brought my mouth down on hers—slow, but deep. Like I owned it.

“Mmm,” she whimpered, real soft, as I slipped her my tongue.

She tensed. Just a second. Like she ain’t done this before. But she didn’t pull away. Let me take my time with her. Let me taste. Explore. Set the pace.

That mouth was honey and heat—too good for somebody like me to have this early in the game, and way too dangerous to walk away from now.

I took her bottom lip, sucked it gentle, dragged it between my teeth. That’s when she shivered. And just like that, I knew she was mine.

She caught the rhythm, matched my movements. Then—outta nowhere—bit me back. Not hard. Just enough to test me. My laugh came from the chest.

“Oh, so you bold now?”

I pulled back, still hovering close enough to feel her breath on my chin. Her eyes had that glazed-over look—hazel and heavy with want—but beneath it, I could see something else.

Innocence. Untouched hunger.

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