Page 94 of Pretend for Me

Lex . . . I’m speechless.

Dev

Speechless? Peter Parker Menon, is that you? The only times you’re speechless is when your mouth is stuffed full of my cock.

My cheeks heat, despite the fact that innuendos and dirty talk rarely surprise me. But with Dev . . . everything surprises me. Everything affects me.

Me

Well then, I plan to be speechless several times tonight.

Dev

Fuck, I’m in the middle of a meeting with a raging boner inside my pants.

Me

Hmm. Looks like you’ve got quite the problem there, Mr. Menon. What are you going to do about it?

Dev

I’m not going to do anything about it.You’rethe one who will spend the entire night doing something about it. When you’re ready, head up to the rooftop. There might be one more surprise waiting for you.

I’ve just changed back into the crop top and sweats I wore earlier and am just about to respond, my mind spinning with what the hell this man thought of now, when my friends pull me into joining them for drinks and the food awaiting us.

Another bottle of something pricey is popped before we all toast and my friends cheer, congratulating me.

“So, where are you guys going for your honeymoon?” Shay asks as I dig into a few hors d’oeuvres.

I finish my bite, telling her the truth. “Honestly, with Dev’s mom’s situation being so fragile, we might do a long weekend in Hawaii or Mexico. Nothing too far away, if we’re needed back here on quick notice . . .”

I don’t finish the sentence because even the thought makes me feel queasy.

Shay grasps my forearm in understanding, but before the mood can dip, Jeena and Sarina come over, each holding skimpy white lingerie they must have found on the racks of clothes.

Jeena wiggles her brows. “How fast is Dev going to rip this off you on your wedding night, you think?”

Three hours and three more flutes of champagne later, I’m ushered to the rooftop by the hotel staff, and the sight nearly knocks me off my feet.

Standing in front of a sleek helicopter with its blades spinning slowly is Dev, his hands tucked inside his suit pants pockets and his smile panty-melting as he strides over to me.

I look up at him, speaking loudly against the cool breeze whipping my hair to one side. “What are you doing, Lex?”

He shrugs, his eyes locked on mine. “Picking up my fiancée.”

“No.” I shake my head. “I mean, what are you doing tome?”

His hands find my hips, his thumb brushing the exposed midriff. “I’m getting you out of your head, Mrs. Menon. Don’t overthink it.”

My breath hitches as the meaning of his words floats in the air between us. He overheard the conversation between my friends and me last week.

I’m just about to ask him if that’s true when he interlocks our fingers and leads me to the helicopter. Helping me inside, he hands me a pair of headphones before double-checking my seatbelt. The pilot lifts us off smoothly and soon, we’re flying over skyscrapers, the bay, and the Golden Gate, watching the early evening lights twinkle in the distance.

And while I’ve never smiled as much in my entire life, it’s not the beautiful city unfurling beneath us that has my attention, it’s him. The strong set of his stubbled jaw and the warm tone of his tanned skin. The way his lips move and that adorable dimple dancing inside his cheek as he points out landmarks below us.

Dev turns to catch me staring at him, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “See something you like, Mrs. Menon?” he asks through the microphone. His gravelly voice inside my ears rumbles inside my chest.

Yeah. Yeah, I do. Big time.

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