Page 70 of Pretend for Me

His dark eyes meet mine. “Almost two years.”

I want to ask why. Why, when I know his last relationship ended a year and a half ago? Why, when I know he could have had anyone he wanted after that? Literally, women—and men—would leave their partners for this man if that’s what he wanted.

But I decide to keep those thoughts to myself for now.

I’m sure he knows I’ve done my research, not that anything about his life is very hard to find. It’s about as private as a fish in a glass bowl. Every move and every relationship is out there for public consumption, for him to be dissected and judged by every news and gossip column alike.

“And you’re choosing to break your dry spell with me?”

He reaches for my chin, grasping it gently. “There’s no one else I want.”

That same warmth rekindles inside my chest, threatening to consume me, so before he can do more damage, I take his hand off my chin and kiss the inside of his palm. “I want to be on top.”

Dev’s eyes darken and a smirk graces his lips. But he does what I ask, scooting all the way to the headboard.

Tossing my shirt on the floor, I crawl toward him, completely naked. My eyes stay on his as I make my way on all fours up over his spread legs. My hair glides over the mattress as my hands and knees sink into the fabric. I can tell he definitely likes what he sees based on the little groan that rumbles inside his chest.

With my hand on his shoulder, I straddle him, recalling the similar position we were in at the salon. A position where I’m in control.

Dev’s hand spans my bare hip, while his other grabs his hard length. He glides his sheathed tip through my arousal, coating himself with me. “You want control,meri jaan?”

His all-too-astute gaze collides with mine, and I know there’s no point in creating new walls or erecting new barriers. He can see past them, and he knows exactly what I’m doing.

He glides his crowned head through my wet seam again, making me hiss. His hand tightens on my hip, and I roll my head back, hoping he can’t see my entire truth written across my face.

He slowly urges me down, and I gasp as my pussy stretches over him, taking him in a few inches. It’s not entirely pleasurable, but it’s not painful either, as my body tries to adjust to his size.

“Holy shit,” I moan as I lift off him almost completely before I push him inside me again, a little more than before. “You feel . . . so fucking good.”

Dev grabs the back of my neck, pulling my forehead toward him so our groans intermingle. “Let me ask you something, sweetheart. How much control have you had when it comes to this? To us?” He waits until my eyes slide from his lips to meet his eyes. “To me?”

I lower down his shaft, taking another inch while sucking in a breath.

“You don’t have to answer because, when it comes to thisthing between us,” he says, his tone unwavering. “I know as well as you do that youcan’tcontrol it. I’m not just inside this perfect pussy of yours, Piper, I’m in your fucking bloodstream. You could work your entire life to get rid of me, but I’d still be there, lingering inside your veins.”

And with that little dose of reality, he pulls me down so he’s completely sheathed inside me.

“Oh, God!” I scream, feeling so full, I’m positive I’ll split down the middle. I throw my head back again as my fingernails bite into his shoulder. “Oh, fuck!”

Neither of us moves for a moment, save for our chests heaving. And then I feel his lips brush against my throat—the constellation of tiny moles I have there. His tongue follows the trail with languid licks and his hand urges my hips to rock.

“Widen your legs for me.”

I spread as far as I can, using my knees to pull myself up and down over him. “Are all billionaire dicks this big?” I pant as my back bows.

“Don’t know and don’t care,” he mumbles against my neck. “Stop thinking about other billionaire dicks while mine is inside you.”

I bite my bottom lip, holding back a chuckle as I rise and fall on his lap. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I’ve never seen another one of this unique standing and girth. It’s as stately and dignified as you are.”

A chuckle rumbles through him and my core tightens around him. There’s no describing how much I love the sound of his laughs. “Pretty sure ‘dignified’ will be the last word you’ll use to describe him when you can’t walk tomorrow. Now, breathe for me.”

I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath.

I do as he’s asked, and it helps my body loosen up.

Another thing that helps my body loosen up? His mouth around my nipple.

With his fingers now tweaking my other nipple, Dev sucks my pebbled bud into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue. I feel myself getting wetter around him, sliding down his shaft more easily.

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