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Her tone is wry, and I give it right back. My hands find her hips, as I gently push her back against the garage wall. I lean into her, giving her everything. “I’m all for compromising, baby. You up foranotherrun?”

She gives a startled laugh. “You’reridiculous.”

I lower my head to her neck. Now that the idea of us dating has been firmly planted, I can’t give it up. Everything else . . . I’ll tell her that in time, when it’s right. I shove those thoughts away and nip at her earlobe. “You know you want to say yes, Zo. Think of it now—late night trips to the grocery store to buy you your favorite potato chips. Days spent binging onGame of Thrones. Me in your bed . . . ” I thrust my hips gently against her, so she knows how hardIam.

Her quiet hiss is like music to my ears, especially when she digs her fingers into my hips to keep me in place. “You push a hard bargain,Beaumont.”

My thumb brushes over her cheek. “I’m a man who knows what hewants.”

I watch her eyes fall shut. “King Sin Bin is becoming respectable, Andre. I almost don’t know what to thinkofthat.”

I kiss her. I stamp my mouth down on hers, and absorb her squeak of surprise. Her fingers dive into my hair, tugging me closer, as if we aren’t already one. Hell, I missed her this past year. I rock my cock against her belly, and grin wildly when she arches her back and begsformore.

This. This is what I’ve beenneeding.

Zoe.

“Careful,” she whispers against my neck, “if you don’t stop, you mightjustfall.”

I know what she’s talking about. “Don’t mind ifIdo.”

And then I put my mouth back where it belongs,onhers.

Mine.

ChapterTwenty-Four

ZOE

One Day Left…

I’ve never been sohappy inmylife.

It’strue.

It’s crazy to think that a month ago, I hadn’t seen Andre in a year. That we’d been on the outs completely.Andnow. . .

I clutch his hair as his mouth landsexactlywhere I need him to be. His tongue finds me, hot and insistent, lapping at my clit like it’s his new job. From my precarious angle on the bed, all I see are his wide shoulders, his dark, messy hair. He woke me up this morning at the crack of dawn, his hands molding to my body, his scratchy stubble scraping against the curve of my shoulder as he nuzzledmyneck.

Nuzzled.

AndreBeaumont.

I’d be just as surprised if I wasn’t on the receiving end of thenuzzling.

But the two of us are insatiable—maybe because we have a year to make up for—and when he threw back the covers and slid down my body, there wasn’t a single peep outofme.

“Oh, my God,” I whisper now, curling my hands into his hair. “Andre. . . ”

His gaze flicks to my face, his dark eyes like sin. He doesn’t stop. He pushes my legs wider, slips his hands beneath my butt, and tilts me to him like a veritablebuffet.

Oh.Oh,wow.

My fingers clutch the sheets. Ineedhim.

And so I take action—I hike one foot up and plant it on his shoulder, pushing him backward. With a jolt of surprise, he teeters over the side of the bed and falls to the floor with agrunt.

Oops. Totally not myintention.

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