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“If I can’t stand you”—Zanders inches forward, leaving absolutely no room between our bodies, his large frame overpowering me—“then why has my only thought of every minute of every day for the last week been me wondering what it would feel like to fuck you?”
“I need you to be comfortable with me.” “I am,” she quickly blurts out. “I am.” “Well, then we need to get some things straight.” Her throat moves in a deep swallow from my words. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks now. I don’t often wait that long for the things I want, but seeing you naked in my bed with this”—I cup my hand over her wet panties—“ready for me...fuck. I can’t wait to fuck you. But I’m not going to do it if you keep talking shit about your body.” “I didn’t say anything—” “In here.” I lightly tap the side of her head. I watch as guilt forms on her features. “You’re mine
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“I’m going to fucking destroy your body tonight and hopefully some of those insecurities that don’t make any goddamn sense right along with it.”
“You’re limping a bit, Stevie. Did you roll your ankle or something?” I hate him. “Oh my God,” Indy says much too loudly. “Oh. My. God.” Her head is on a swivel looking back and forth between Zanders and me, her cheeks flushing a lovely shade of rose. “You two finally fucked,” she whispers as quietly as possible before her mouth hangs open.
“It was a one-time thing.” Zanders shakes his head, not buying it. “It was a one-time thing until it’s not.” He turns to head back to his seat, leaving me alone in the galley. But before he goes, he quickly looks back, his eyes raking down my body, taking in every inch. “Because one time sure as hell wasn’t enough for me and I don’t think it was for you either.”
Stevie- Does me buying you pants qualify me to get back in your pants? Kidding...sort of. Merry Christmas, -Zee (Please get rid of those disgusting sweatpants. No one needs to see those.)
Stevie’s gaze narrows at us before resuming her safety demonstration. She keeps her eyes forward, holding the faux seat belt over her head, but speaks to Maddison and me. “Why do you two over there seem even more in love with each other than usual tonight?”
Maddison’s lips lift in a sneaky smirk. He opens his mouth to speak, and his eyes twinkle with amusement as he looks over at me, testing me. “Don’t you fucking dare.” My voice is as quiet as I can make it. “If you say anything, I will end you. Then I’ll marry your wife just to spite you, and your son will grow up calling me Daddy.” “Oh, fuck you!” Maddison isn’t trying to be quiet at all. “Stevie, Zee wants you to be his date to a charity gala in Chicago, but he’s too chicken shit to ask and doesn’t think you’d want to go with him.” “I fucking hate you. We are no longer friends.”
“I don’t want anyone else, Stevie. There isn’t anyone else. Don’t you get it? You’re the only choice. You’ve been stuck in my fucking head since October. Ever since that day you decided to put me in my place on that airplane.”
“I don’t see you the way you see yourself. I think you’re good, and sweet, and hilarious, and fucking stunning, Vee. And I just want a chance.” She stays silent, so I add, “You want to be chosen first? Well, so do I. So, choose me.”
“I never thought I’d hear you say those words,” she giggles. “But they sound good coming from you.” “Oh God.” I playfully roll my eyes. “I’m turning into Maddison, aren’t I?” “Little bit.
“Sweetheart, death by pussy is the only way I plan on going, so get over here. If I don’t make you come at least twice before my game tonight, I don’t think we’ll win.”
“And wearing your hand around my throat like a necklace is my favorite piece of jewelry.”
“Stevie?” Zanders whispers into the silence. “Mm-hmm?” “You are. You know that, right? You’re what I needed most in life.”
“You’re my best friend,” he continues. Brows raising, I ask, “Have you broken the news to Maddison yet?”
“Sometimes I think he might like his wife more than me, so he can just deal with it.” Chuckling, I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. “You’re my best friend too, Zee. Which is a huge development because just six months ago, I convinced myself I hated you.” “You never hated me.” He brushes me off. “I wanted to.” “Why?” Why? Because hating you was a whole lot less scary than acknowledging that one day, I was going to love you.
“You don’t have to love your body every single day. That’s unrealistic to expect, but I’ll be here loving it for the days you can’t.”
I pepper kisses on the side of her head as I watch a smile pull at her lips through the mirror. And though I love every single curve on her body, that one right there is my favorite.
This season means nothing without you. Nothing matters without you. Please come tonight. -Zee
