Page 90 of Kentrell

“Yeah, they’re in the kitchen,” I pointed, still chewing as he stood.

He stretched—arms high, abs flexing, muscles stacked in ways that made my whole mouth dry up mid-chew.

Whew.

I might’ve been craving this pizza… but I washungryfor something else too.

“Whatchu lookin’ at?” he asked, catching my gaze dead-on as he turned to the side.

I laughed, knowing full well I’d been caught red-handed. I shrugged and went right back to eating like he didn’t just read me to filth.

“Ah, you pleading the fifth?” he chuckled, heading toward the kitchen.

“It’s one of my favorite rights toexercise,” I called after him.

“Exorcise?” he echoed, laughing.

“You heard me.”

He shook his head and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving me grinning like a fool and trying not to stare at the back of that body too long.

Kentrell came back into the living room carrying two plates, a roll of paper towels under his arm, and two cold Pepsis in hand.

“I found these in the fridge,” he said, holding one out.

“That’s fine,” I replied, taking it from him along with a paper towel. I wiped the rim like always before flicking the tab open with a crispsnap.

He placed the plates on the table, opened the pizza box again, and started plating a few slices for me while I took a long, sizzled gulp.

“Mm,” I exhaled, satisfied, just as he handed me the plate. I grabbed it and settled into the cushions beside him, legs tucked under me.

His eyes scanned the room, then drifted upward toward the ceiling.

“How many rooms in here?” he asked.

“Three upstairs. Two in the basement.”

“Where the basement at?”

“The door to the right of the fridge leads down to the basement. The one to the left is the pantry.”

“Ahh.” He nodded like he was logging it all into a mental blueprint.

“Where you sleep?” he asked, eyes sliding back to me.

“In the master bedroom.” I gave him a sweet, smart-ass smile, and the way he cut his eyes at me made me giggle instantly.

“You wanna see my bedroom?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “I wanna seeyo bed.”

I laughed, caught off guard. “Then eat.”

I tried to sound confident, but my voice faltered just a little—and of course, he caught it.

“Yo ass not ready for this dick, Zoe,” he said, voice low, slow, and deadly. “But I’ma getchu ready.”

My blush was instant. I chewed the rest of my pizza like it would save me from drowning in the heat between my thighs.

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