Page 65 of Pretend for Me

[Darian Meyerhas left the chat]

Dean Meyer

Jesus. So sensitive.

twenty-four

dev

I Chose A Magic Dick

My phone buzzes inside the pocket of my jeans, my friends continuing their incessant chatter, but I still haven’t responded.

I have better things to do.

Honestly, the room could fill with smoke and light itself on fire, and I’d still be rooted right here, where my fiancée has me pressed against the wall in the entryway of my house. Her mouth is completely molded to mine as her hands explore under my shirt, sending pulses of electricity through my veins.

We somehow kept it together last night at the hotel and this morning, making sure we acted casual in front of the kids, though I felt anything but.

The flight home was a blur, as was the drive back from the airport to drop off the kids. I know we exchanged small talk and pleasantries, but it went in one ear and out the other. I’m pretty sure I nodded and spoke at the right times, but I can’t recall what was discussed.

Because the only thing I could recall, the only thing that played on repeat during our ride back home, was that fucking kiss.

Soft and sure and so damn perfect, it felt like a fairytale. Yeah, I get there’s a pun in there somewhere.

But fuck!Who knew? Who knew that kissing my fake fiancée would have the power to change the way my heart beats.

She hadn’t caved, hadn’t broken her precious no-kissing rule, even when we’d had our “moment” in her salon. We were mere millimeters apart, and she kept a tight hold on her restraint—not that I would have stopped her if she’d let go. I mean, I’d already blurred the lines by telling her to touch herself as I watched, what was a kiss?

Until last night.

And then I knew.

Then I understood why she’d made that a rule in the first place. Because now that I’ve tasted her, felt her moan against my mouth, there’s no way I wouldn’t want to do it again. And again.

And we all know what doing something you like again and again turns into.

Attachment.

Desire and longing.

Definitely not something you can easily walk away from.

I pull her hips to mine, letting her feel my want for her—not that it would take much to feel, seeing as my dick is standing so ramrod straight, it could signal extraterrestrial life in space.

My heart thunders inside my chest as one of my hands trails down to squeeze her ass inside her fucking tiny shorts.

I almost killed our pilot when his eyes lingered longer than needed on her legs as she boarded the flight. And then I almost killed him again when he watched her take her seat. The fucker tilted his head like a fucking golden retriever as he watched her ass sway.

I run a palm over one of her ass cheeks, diggingmy fingertips into her flesh so hard, I’m sure they’ll leave marks.Goddamn, this ass.

She smiles into our kiss, and I realize I might have said that last thought out loud.

A growl lodges itself inside my throat, and I almost speak out the word that keeps floating behind my eyelids. Mine.

So fucking mine.

I deepen the kiss, my hands skating up her bare sides. Apparently, wearing these fucking shorts that barely qualify as underwear wasn’t enough; she had to wear a crop top that barely hides the bottoms of her tits, too.

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