Page 79 of Pretend
We soak up this forbidden moment like it’s been forever without each other, and I’m secretly praying this song will last longer than just three minutes.
“You know music is a part of me? I play the piano,” he mutters softly.
“Really?”
He nods.
“That sounds nice. I don’t know how to play any instruments. I wish I did.”
“I would love to teach you,”
“Daegan…” the song stops, and I’m overcome by those butterflies that start to swarm.
He hums. His hands slide from my back to my hips.
“Yes, little Valentine?”
I look up, and I’m practically begging for his lips.
“I want you to kiss me.”
He goes rigid. Like my request is too much for him, and he’s fighting the devil on his shoulder. I reach for his mask, pulling it slightly up so it unveils his scars, beard, and full lips I have missed since that stormy night.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, pressing my chest against him. My heartbeat picks up, and all the consequences fade away when he leans down. Instead of kissing me, he picks me up by my thighs and lifts me in one swift movement.
I suck in a breath, feeling like I’m floating on a cloud, looking into his dilated grey eyes. We stay like that for a good three seconds, like we’re both accepting that being together means trouble and our ending is uncertain.
He crashes his lips against mine, his familiar taste erupting in my mouth, and I feel like I’m going to vanish into euphoria. His soft lips move against mine like he’s hungry, feral, and begging to do more.
He walks forward, dropping me down on my desk. A sharp, high-pitched moan colors the thick mood we’re soaking in. I’m clawing at his back over his uniform like that’ll help relieve the ache that pulses in between my thighs. To my surprise, it doesn’t; it only deepens and begs for him to take it away.
My ass hits a pile of paperwork, rearranging them into a clutter. I palm them before they fall off the desk as we continue to make out like it’s our last day on this earth. Our bodies are grinding against each other like we’re both burning with desire.
He cups my face with both of his hands aggressively as his tongue travels deeper, marking the inside of my mouth with his, and I’m enjoying every bit of it. I palm his very hard cock desperately, rubbing it up and down his shaft, over his pants, and he groans into my mouth. He changes the rhythm. He’s faster and rougher. He’s an unstoppable beast, dominating me kiss after kiss, and I’m gladly submitting.
His hand snakes underneath my top. He slips underneath my bra and squeezes my breast.
“I want to do more than just kiss you,” he breathes against my lips.
“Show me,” I reach for his pants, and a feral growl slips out of his throat.
“If I’m going to show you, it won’t be in a building full of people that will hear the way my girl sounds when she’s getting fucked. I can’t.” He blinks rapidly, “I won’t.” He breaks away, and I’m left confused by the sudden change.
“My girl?” I repeat.
I wait for him to confirm if I heard him correctly…but he doesn’t.
I’m panting hard, trying to figure him out, but he gives me nothing. He turns around, pulls down his mask, and unlocks the door. I jump off the desk, hittingthe floor with my boots, and we’re left pretending like the last five minutes didn’t happen.
He pockets his phone while I readjust my top and try to calm myself down.
“I’ll wait for you outside the building. Kane is taking over anyways,” he opens the door, breaking my heart as he pulls away from me once more.
“But it’s your night.”
He looks at me with a cold expression, his hand tightening over the knob until his fingers are red and his knuckles are white.
“Not anymore.”
