Page 83 of Sin Bin

“I’m rethinking saying yes to thisproposal.”

I slap her butt playfully, taking away the sting with a rub of my palm. “You’ll be thanking me after I score a hat tricktonight.”

And then I kick open my door, cross the threshold with my future wife over my shoulder, and proceed to dojustthat.

Epilogue

ZOE

Three-Hundred and Forty-Two Days Later…

“Marshall Hunt’slaying it on extra thick, don’t youthink?”

I lean forward, my hand clasped in Andre’s, as I watch the Blades’ hottest new first-stringer dip his dance partner so low that her hair brushes thefloor.

Waving my hand at the couple, I add, “I mean, look at him! Supermodel after supermodel. You’dthinkthat—”

Andre’s big body presses me against the balustrade of the balcony. “I thought we went over this, baby.” His fingers trace a path from my hip up and over to my elbow. “Leave poor Huntalone.”

My breath hitches when Andre dips his head to kiss my neck, and all thoughts flee. Because that’s what happens when your husband has the ability to make love to you with just his voice—a voice that grows only deeper, more gravelly, when you fake a fascination with histeammate.

I tip back my head, running my hands up his arms and then back down again. “What’s the matter,Sin, not feeling pretty tonight at your own charityevent?”

Dark eyes spark with mischief. “You know how I feel about thatnickname.”

“Well, you know how I feelaboutyou.”

Because my husband is sex on a stick, his next move leaves me in a pool of desire. He skims his hand up to my chest, over to the strap of my ball gown, and slips the material to the side. Masculine lips find the curve of my shoulder blade, and a shudder works down my spine. He peers up at me, his gaze hot. “How’sthat?”

I have no thoughts. Except that I wish we were home so that he could strip me naked and fulfill the promise in his eyes. “I love you, ofcourse.”

The grin he gives me is so boyish it hurts. “Well,that’sgood.”

“Ihopeso.”

Something in his tone has me raising a brow. “You’re hidingsomething.”

He presses another kiss to my exposed shoulder. “Maybe.” Another kiss, this one farther up, closer to my neck. “I have a surprise for youtonight.”

Sucking in a deep breath, I tilt my head to the side to give him better access. I know, I’m utterly shameless. “You know how I feel aboutsurprises.”

His next kiss is just beneath my jaw, his warm mint-flavored breath fanning over my face. “You love them, baby. And you’re going to love this one, too, but first you have to promise me twothings.”

If he keeps kissing me I’ll promise him whatever he wants. I say as much, my fingers clutching at his hardstomach.

He chuckles softly, prying my hands from his body and lifting them to his mouth to kiss my knuckles. Swoon, honestly. Is there anything hotter than a guy who loveshiswife?

“If given the option between me and your boy, Marshall Hunt,” he tells me, “you’ll alwayschooseme.”

I gape at him a little. “Is that even aquestion?”

One big shoulder lifts in a half-shrug. “Figured I’d put it outthere.”

Eyes narrowing, I throw my arms around his waist, just as I always do at home when it’s the two of us. I don’t care that there are people watching: those who have come for the joint charity for Boston’s first responders, hosted by the Boston Blades and Vittoria. Nope, I only care about Andre, and as I snuggle up against his chest, delighting in his rough laugh, I say, “Next promise please—I don’t put up withsillyones.”

“Well, you see, the next promise comes into play because of thefirst. . . ”

Thirty minutes later, I find myself standing in the crowd next to my former coworker-turned-friend, Gwen James. Everyone is gathered around a makeshift stage that was intended for a band but is now being put to use forsomethingelse.

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