Page 77 of Pretend for Me

She sets the large cage a few feet from my bed before fiddling with her phone, while I stand rooted to the same spot at my door, wondering if those brownies my housekeeper set out for dessert tonight were thespecialkind.

“I figure this might just be a case of them not having had Sex-Ed yet, you know? I mean, maybe they just need to see how it’s done before they feel comfortable.” Suddenly, “I’ll Make Love To You” by Boyz II Men starts playing softly from her speaker. “There. I even have their Rabbit Sex Playlist going.”

My brain finally reboots. “You can’t be serious. You wantus to . . .” I flick a glance at the rabbits before whispering, “have sex in front of your rabbits?!” I whisper because even having this conversation feels inappropriate. “Like we’re in some sort of bunny porno?”

Piper nods enthusiastically and I shake my head, looking horrified.

“No!” I exclaim incredulously, wondering if I’ve landed in some sort of fifth dimension. “Not only is this insane, but there’s probably some animal welfare law we’d be breaking. I draw the line at animal voyeurism, Piper!”

Piper’s face falls and her bottom lip juts out as she makes her way over to me. Her hands stroll up my chest before hooking together at the back of my neck. She gets up on her toes, placing her soft lips on the side of my neck, kissing and licking it softly.

“All I’m saying,” she murmurs huskily against my skin, sending a tremor rolling through me and making my dick jump in response, “is to give it a chance. Who knows, maybe they’ll see how hot and heavy we get and want to try it themselves. People have sex in front of their pets all the time; this is practically the same thing. And we’d be teaching them something.”

She’s insane. Absolutely, positively insane.

I start to protest again when she steps back. Keeping her eyes fixed on me, she unhooks the buckles of her overalls, letting them fall to her feet, and . . . fuck me, she isn’t wearing any underwear.

“Piper,” I rasp, taking in her smooth midriff, the belly button I’ve become increasingly enchanted with over the past few weeks, and her bare pussy. “Is this your way of distracting me from your strange new kink?”

A slow grin spreads over her face as she steps toward me, turning so her back is to my chest. Taking my hand in hers, sheruns it over her torso before fluttering her lashes at me over her shoulder expectantly. “Is it working?”

A growl lodges inside my throat, the feel of her smooth skin sending my heart racing. “You’re certifiable, you know that? Hot, but certifiable.”

She clamps her bottom lip between her teeth. “So, you’ll do it?”

My hand skims along her bare skin languidly, and as much as I want to keep protesting about her weird rabbits watching us, the scent of her near me and her smooth skin under my touch have me not caring as much.

“This will go down as the weirdest thing I’ve ever done . . .”

I dip my head to lay kisses on the side of her neck, loving the way it makes her shiver. Piper lets out a soft exhale before reaching to grasp the back of my neck with her palm.

“Nah,” she says breathily. “Wait until I convince you to fuck me wearing a rabbit tail and floppy ears. Now, that’s anactualkink of mine.”

My hands freeze and my insane bride-to-be giggles. “I’m kidding, Lex. I can see you’re not quite there yet.”

I shake my head before my lips find her earlobe and I pull it between my teeth. My fingers trail downward, finding her lips. Dragging the tip of my middle fingers between her seam, I circle her clit, making her jolt slightly against me.

“Dev,” she breathes. “More.”

With my other hand, I lift the maroon fabric covering her tits and palm one, tweaking her stiff nipple. At the same time, my middle finger continues to dip lower, plunging into her entrance.

“Open wider for me,” I command hoarsely against the shell of her ear. “Let me feel you.”

Piper widens her stance, her hand tightening around the nape of my neck, while I shove a second finger insideher. I pull them almost all the way out before pushing them back inside, over and over until she’s writhing against me. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and her juices coat my fingers, dripping down the sides of her pussy and her thighs.

I continue to pluck and tweak her nipple.

“That’s it, baby. Now help me out,” I urge. “Play with your clit.”

Piper whimpers, doing as asked, rubbing tight circles around her clit. She turns her head, seeking my lips, and I reward her with a kiss while she moans into my mouth.

My tongue sweeps inside, exploring her taste. How did she think we could ever follow this rule of hers? Kissing her is literally all I think about, aside from eating her out and fucking her. How was she okay with depriving us of this?

The sounds of my fingers driving into her hot center are subdued by the lyrics of Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” and the rabbits hopping from one side of the cage to the other.

Jesus, how did I get roped into doing this? I swear, the woman has me fucking unhinged for her.

I continue to focus on my task, pumping my fingers inside her, fucking her until she’s breathy and wiggling against me.

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