Page 75 of Sin Bin

I clamber to the side of the bed to peek over at him, only to see his shoulders bouncing. With laughter. Oh, my God, he’s laughing at me, and a grin has split his face, and he is the sexiest damn thing I’veeverseen.

He catches sight of me, and holds out a hand. “Get overhere,Zo.”

“On the floor?” I ask, eyeing the carpet with askepticaleye.

“You know that youwantto.”

I do, and he’s right, and I slither off the bed and crawl over to him on hands andknees.

I don’t expect hisnextmove.

Andre swoops in, hauling me up against his body so that I’m seated on his lap with his back against the bed. My breasts are in his big hands, and it feels so fantastic that I drop myheadback.

“Guide me inside you, baby,” he rumbles, thumbs flicking my nipples. “Let me feel how hot you areforme.”

I’m on the pill, something we discussed the other night, and so I don’t need further prompting to do exactly as he ordered. I align his cock with my entrance, and then sink down onto him. Oh, God. He feels huge—just right. Using my knees as leverage, I slip up, up, up, before crashing back downonhim.

He groans his pleasure, head falling back against the bed, as his hands go to my waist. Up, down,up,down.

With each downward thrust, I feel my heart open a little wider. Become a little less careful when it comes to this man who has been my closest friend and the only person I’ve ever trulydespised.

“You feel so damn good,” he whispers, eyes still screwed shut. “I’ll never get enough ofyou,Zo.”

Selfishly, I don’t want him to. So, I make it good for us both. So good that he’ll never want to walk away again. I twist my hips, taking him all the way inside me. He hisses, nails biting my skin, as he takes control of my movements. Each time that I come back down on his cock is a little harder, a little lesscontrolled.

It’swonderful.

Because Andre is a man whoonlyknows control, and the fact that I’m the one who can make himloseit?

Heaven.

My fingers go to his chin, demanding that he look at me. He does, dark eyes blinking open, fevered with lust and . . . something else. Maybe I shouldn’t go for it; maybe I shouldn’t read too much into something that’ssonew.

But I’ve known this man for so long, and the words tumble out of me as my climax lights a fire inside me. “I love you,Andre.”

The only hint that he’s heard my declaration is the momentary stalling of his hips. But then he picks up smoothly, turning us over, so his body is over mine, my legs locked around his waist, his elbows holdinghimup.

He kisses my forehead. “Say itagain,baby.”

Imoan.

He kisses my cheek. “Zo, say itagain.”

My fingers shake with the force of my orgasm. “I love you,Andre.”

His kiss lands on my mouth, a little off-center. He thrusts once more, and again, and again, until he comes inside me with aquietroar.

We haven’t even pulledour clothes back on before the doorbell ringsdownstairs.

Andre drops his head to my chest, his damp hair plastering itself against my skin. “Fuck, this is not agoodtime.”

I laugh a little. “Why, you have somethingtosay?”

He lifts his head and meets my gaze head on. “You know thatIdo.”

My heart thunders in my chest. “Sayit.”

“Not yet.” Sliding off my body, he makes a grab for his clothing, which has been discarded . . . Well, everywhere. “Get comfy on the bed, baby,” he adds, as he slips on a T-shirt over his head. “I’ll be right back as soon as I send whoever it ispacking.”

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