Page 65 of Sin Bin

“No.”

He chuckles at my sass. “Get in thecar,Zo.”

At his demand, I hook my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and tug him close. “You like to boss mearound.”

His lips lift. “It’s part of mycharm.”

“Is that what they’re calling itthesedays?”

His palm collides with the side of my butt again. “Car, Zo. I have a surpriseforyou.”

“Another surprise?” I ask, because quite abruptly, I’m thrown backintime.

Andre always loved surprising me. Never gifts, that wasn’t our style. But tickets to the movies to see the latest blockbuster. A trip to a new local restaurant he discovered and wanted to try out. A puppy that he wanted desperately to foster, until I reminded him of his crazyschedule.

Funny how I didn’t realize how much I craved this aspect of our friendship until itwasgone.

“Don’t hold out on me now, Beaumont.” I twist a little so I can see him fully. “I’mready.”

He chokes out a laugh that sounds like he’s dying. “Are you?” hemurmurs.

Am I? Silly question. “Oh,yeah.”

He slips me a side-eye glance. “Proveit.”

I pause, realization sinking in when he starts to laugh. “You’ve got such a dirty mind,Beaumont.”

“Becausethat’sa surprise?” He laughs even harder, so hard that I’m not sure he can evendrive.

With his legion of women, I suspect I shouldn’t be shocked whatsoever. But I know he’s bluffing. Him wanting me to check if I’m “ready” is nothing but a joke to him. Which means that I obviously just have to prove himwrong.

Jeans encase my legs, and I do a dramatic flipping open of the brass button to catch hisattention.

And,doI.

Andre blinks, then blinks again, then his hands clutch the wheel like his life depends on holding it. “What are youdoing,Zoe?”

“Seeing if I’m ‘ready,’” I murmur sweetly, edging the zipper down to the base. “Isn’t that what you saidtodo?”

His Adam’s apple dodges south. “I . . . Hell, Zo, we’redriving.”

As if to prove his point, he pulls up to astopsign.

OneMississippi. . .

I shove the waistband of my jeans to myupperhips.

TwoMississippi. . .

My fingers slip beneath the silk of mypanties.

“Zoe.Please.”

ThreeMississippi. . .

Homebase.

The tips of my fingers dance along my clit, at the exact same moment Andre bites out a curse that’d give a sailor a heartattack.

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