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“Andre,”I whisper, playing up the moment. It’s all too much fun to see the color infuse hischeeks.

A car honking behind us has Andre swerving as he bangs a right and hits the gas. “Don’t you dare fucking come,” he growls. “Not without me. Not without my tongue on your clit or my cockinsideyou.”

His words spike my desire, and I give in, rubbing the center of my pleasure in tight little circles. A moan works its way up my throat. It’s beenmonthssince I’ve allowed myself even this much pleasure, and I can’t control it. My wetness causes my finger to slip, and even that little change in angle does itforme.

I come openly, as Andre takes to the backstreets like a maniac. The only time he slows is at the next red light. Unexpectedly, he snags my wrist, pops my fingers into his mouth, and tastes me. It’s as hot as it sounds,trustme.

Then he mutters, “You’re going to owe me for that,” and I’m donefor.Done.

ChapterTwenty

ZOE

We barely makeit through his front door before Andre isonme.

His kiss tastes like heaven when he flicks his tongue against myupperlip.

His kiss tastes like hell when he explores my mouth, driving me to insanity, makingmebeg.

He’s paying me back for my climax inthecar.

Little does he know that there aren’t any complaints comingfromme.

I shouldn’t want Andre. It goes against everything I believe in—he abandoned me when I needed him most. He told me that we wouldn’t have sex, and yet hereweare.

But I do want him. Because on the other half of that coin is the Andre I know exists under the hardness. The Andre who pulls out chairs for me, that puts my safety above everyone else’s. The Andre who cares about my stupid sprained ankle, and stands up for me when Ineedhim.

The man is as complicated as a jigsaw puzzle, and I so hope to be the one tosolvehim.

No, no there is nosolving.

That sort of thinking landed me inthismess.

I just need to enjoy the moment. Enjoy sex with Andre Beaumont for what it is. Uncomplicated, feel-goodpleasure.

Needing to feel him, I urge his T-shirt up and over his head. Visually, I eat him up. Tangibly, my palms trace the hard lines of his chest. I pause over his flat nipples. “The piercings would have looked goodonyou.”

His laughter reverberates through his body. “Yeah, maybe. Except that my nipples turned green for days, and I swear to God I thought I was becoming theJoker.”

Igiggle. “Sexy.”

“Yeah, Ithoughtso.”

And then we’re right back at it again. His arm hooks around my waist, drawing me up against him, so that my feet dangle off thefloor.

“Where are youtakingme?”

“Myevillair.”

“The sin bin?” I quip in reply. “I don’t deserve a stint in thepenaltybox.”

“Zo,” Andre says with a shake of his head, his fingers digging into my backside, “for that stunt you pulled in the car, you deserve to sit out the entire game.” He kicks open a door with his foot, and my eyes adjust to the dim bedroom. He drops me on the bed, and I bounce with a laugh. “Luckily for you, however, I’m not interested in doing this next bitalone.”

Large hands go to my jeans, stripping them off and throwing them to the floor. He does the same with my blouse, my shoes, my bra, my panties. Until I’m blessedly naked and he’s . . . shirtless.That’sit.

I nudge his hips with mine, biting back a moan at the feel of his cock through the soft material of his pants. “Get naked,” I tell him. “Jointheclub.”

“Oh, I plan to jointheclub.”

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