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“Don’t tell Jared what I said about you being my best friend, okay? And definitely don’t tell Sophie. We all know she can’t keep her mouth shut.”

A laugh barks out of me, and I shake my head. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Chapter28

Not Falling

Sam

Is there a symphony orchestra in this apartment? An evangelical choir? Because I swear, I’m about to break out in a song and dance.

Zoey wants to be with me. Only me.

And if the way she’s currently kissing me and plucking at my belt is any indication, she wants to be with meright now.

My hands slide beneath the waistband of the loose shorts she’s wearing to squeeze her ass, and she groans, finally getting my belt unbuckled. She makes short work of the button and zipper, and my slacks drop to the floor before she slides my boxers down. I kick my feet free of the material as I push her shorts and underwear down her legs. She steps out of them, and I pick her up. Her legs curl around me, and I stumble forward until we slam into a wall.

I use my upper body to pin her against the hard surface while my hands grip her hips. She clings to me, her mouth sucking at my neck as I adjust our positions and drive into her in one swift motion. Her pussy is slick and hot with need, gripping my shaft like a vise as I bounce her up and down.

Our movements are as clumsy as they are perfect, and a feeling of overwhelming rightness washes through me. That’s when I know…I’m notfallingfor this woman. I already fell, hit the pavement, rolled over, and jumped back to my feet.

I’m in love with her, and probably have been since before we ever started this whole wing-woman farce. She’s the one for me, and always has been.

I have a strong urge to say it out loud, but I bite my tongue. The last thing I want is for Zoey to think I blurted the words in a moment of passion with no real thought or feeling behind them. No. When I tell her, I’m going to do it right.

So, for now, I’ll show her how much she means to me.

I grip her ass and spin around to walk toward her bedroom. She tightens her legs around me, keeping my cock buried deep inside her as we move. When we reach the bed, I set her on the edge and lean over her body as I roll my hips, thrusting into her slowly. My mouth finds hers, kissing her in tempo with the steady strokes of my cock.

She melts into me, making us one as my hand slips under the tank top she’s still wearing. She’s not wearing a bra, and I groan into her mouth as my fingers find a nipple and pluck at it. She echoes the sounds back, her hips jerking as she silently urges me to increase the pace.

I know she’s chasing her orgasm, but I’m not ready for this to end yet. And I know if her sweet pussy comes all over me, I’ll be a goner. So, I keep my steady pace while lifting her shirt to suck one taut nipple into my mouth. Zoey moans at the wet heat, pushing her chest out as I flick my tongue against the sensitive nub.

“Sam, please. I’m so close,” she begs, and my determination to make this last evaporates at the sound of that husky, earnest voice.

Releasing her breast from my mouth with a pop, I dig my fists into the mattress to steady myself as I drive into her. Hard and fast, I pump my hips, bottoming out as she chants my name in a soft, breathy whisper. It’s sensory overload, and my balls tighten as a tingling sensation travels down my legs.

I’m going to come. Fuck. Not without Zoey.

“Come for me, baby. Your pussy is so tight and wet. So fucking hot. Show me how much it loves my hard cock.”

The words spill from my lips as I stroke harder. Faster. Deeper.

“Sam,” she shouts, and her inner walls clench around me, setting off an explosion of nuclear proportions.

“GodIloveyousofuckingmuch,” I mutter, out of my mind with the intensity of my release.

She stills beneath me, and I open my eyes to meet her gaze. My mind catches up with my mouth, and I realize what I just said. I inhale sharply, then offer her a soft smile.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that.”

“You love me?” she asks, her eyes filling with wonder and unshed tears.

“I do,” I say, my voice cracking with emotion. “I’ve loved you as a friend for months, but over the last few weeks, that love has grown into more. I’ve never felt this way before, Zoey. I don’t think I even recognized it, at first, but now I know. This is real. This is everything.You’reeverything.”

Her tears spill over, but her lips curve up into a bright, joyful smile. I want to kiss her, to trace that smile with my tongue, especially when she licks her lips and takes a breath.

“I love you, too, Sam.”

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