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“Hi,” I reply, returning his grin.

“What are you doing today?” he asks.

“I took the day off,” I say, shrugging. “I don’t have anything planned.”

“I think we should stay in this bed together. All day,” he says, his hand gliding up my arm, over my shoulder to my cheek. “What do you think?”

I meet his eyes for a beat, seeing the hope shining in their bright depths. Then I nod.

“I think that’s an excellent idea.”

Chapter20

Love Stinks

Sam

“Wait, you’ve never seenLove Stinks?”

“I’ve never even heard of it,” I say. “Wait, isn’t that the guy fromThird Rock from the Sun?”

“French Stewart,” Zoey says with a nod. “I’m surprised you know the show.”

“I watched it with my parents when I was a kid,” I say.

“Well, prepare to laugh, because this is the funniest movie, ever.”

“The reviews would disagree,” I say slowly, looking at the rating at the bottom of the television screen.

“Forget the reviews,” Zoey says, snuggling deeper into my shoulder as she starts the movie. “Trust me, you’re going to love it.”

“I trust you,” I say softly, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head.

An hour later, I’m laughing my ass off as the two main characters play evil pranks on each other. The female lead is positively psycho, refusing to move out of the male lead’s house after their breakup.

Zoey’s breath wafts over my bare chest as she chuckles, and I’m suddenly aware of her palm resting gently on my abdomen above the top edge of my boxers. The muscles beneath her hand tighten involuntarily, and her fingers slip lower, toying with the elastic band.

Without a word, I pick up the remote and pause the movie. Zoey’s head tilts back to look at me, and I dip my head to press my lips to hers. She kisses me back without restraint, and I twist my body until I’m hovering over her without breaking the connection. My hand slips beneath the oversized T-shirt she’s wearing, pulling the material up to reveal her bare breasts. Breaking off our kiss, I lean down to suck one pert nipple into my mouth while my fingers pluck at the opposite one.

“Sam,” she moans, setting every one of my nerve endings on fire.

Scooting down the bed, I trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along her body as I maneuver myself between her legs. Zoey watches me with hooded eyes as I jerk her damp underwear aside and lick her seam with the flat of my tongue. Pushing her knees apart, I lick her again, pushing deeper until the tip of my tongue dips inside her. Her heady taste drives me wild, and I fuck her with my tongue until she’s writhing against the mattress.

Then I find her clit and suck it gently as I push two fingers inside her. Curling the tips, I find that special spot inside her that makes her yelp. I flick my tongue against her clit in time with those deep strokes, and within seconds, she’s falling apart, my name on her lips.

I want to tell her, right this second, she’s it for me. No more dates with random women. No more wishing I was with her while she watches me wine and dine someone else. I want to takeherout. I want to romance the hell out of her until she realizes we’re perfect for each other.

But I don’t say the words. Maybe I’m a coward. Maybe I just don’t want to ruin this perfect day with a conversation that might not go the way I want it to.

I’m just going to have to keep showing her how good we are together, and eventually, she’ll come to the same conclusion I have––we belong together.

I crawl back up and stretch out beside Zoey, pulling her against my chest before picking up the remote and restarting the movie. She opens her mouth to protest, but I cut off the words with a firm kiss.

“That was as much for me as it was for you,” I say, pushing her head back down to my chest. “I don’t need more. Now, I want to finish this movie.”

She doesn’t move for several minutes, but I can tell she’s not as relaxed in my arms as she should be. And she’s not laughing like she was before, either. I’m just about to pause the movie again and ask her if she’s okay when her hand slips under the waistband of my boxers to grip my cock.

My erection revives in an instant, and I don’t have the will to try to stop her despite my earlier declaration. My head sinks back into the pillow as a moan vibrates in my chest. Zoey’s warm hand glides up and down my length a few times before she releases me to yank my boxers down. Pushing up on her knees, she whips her shirt over her head and tosses it aside.

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