Page 33 of Pretend Girl (The Lucky Girls 4)

“Careful,” he says.

“Always,” I answer.

His face is close to mine and I look up at him. His eyes are deep and serious and I want to kiss him. If I wasn’t almost drunk on wine, I might have caught myself. I might have thought about the consequences. But I’m not sober. I’ve had too much to drink. And right now, I can’t find the reasons I’m not supposed to be with Blake.

He runs a finger down my cheek and my breath catches in my throat.

When he kisses me, his lips are firm, and he tastes like wine.

“Come home with me.” His voice is deep and throaty.

“Okay,” I breathe.

The car appears, and Blake opens the back door for me. I climb into the fancy Mercedes, and I stare at the dashboard with enough dials and buttons to look like a spaceship. Blake gets in next to me, and a driver looks over his shoulder from behind the wheel. Blake tells him to take us home.

“I thought I might drink too much to drive tonight,” Blake admits when I glance at the driver.

“Me too,” I admit. “I came in a cab.”

“Responsible,” Blake says. He slides his hand onto my leg and his touch brands me. My skin burns under his fingers.

Blake traces the hem of my skirt. It slid up my thigh when I sat down, and when Blake strokes the inside of my thigh, he’s deliciously close to touching me.

I shiver at the thought.

A small voice at the back of my mind screams that if I allow this, there’s no going back. But I squash the small voice, letting the alcohol in my system drown it out.

We arrive at Blake’s apartment building and he helps me out of the car so the driver can take the car away. We walk into the lobby together.

The moment the elevator doors close, Blake kisses me. He pushes me against the wall, his tongue in my mouth and his hand on my breast. He grinds his cock against me and I moan into his mouth.

When the elevator doors open again, we stumble into the hallway and Blake fumbles with keys to unlock his door. He kicks it shut behind us when we’re inside and pushes me against the wall again. His hands find the hem of my dress and he peels it up. When the dress bunches around my hips, Blake pushes his hand between my legs and his fingers press against my clit through my lace panties.

He groans when he slides them in circles over my pussy.

“You’re wet.”

“I am,” I breathe. I’m dripping for Blake. The wine doesn’t help—everything about tonight was a turn-on.

Blake pulls my panties aside and plunges his fingers into me. I cry out and Blake kisses me again so that I moan and cry out against his lips and into his mouth.

He sinks to the floor, pulling my panties down my legs, and casts them aside. With his hands on my hips, he closes his mouth around my pussy. His tongue finds my clit and I shiver and moan as he licks me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I push my hand into his gray hair and curls them in fists, tugging while he licks and sucks until my legs go weak and I’m afraid I might fall.

Blake stops. He stands again and kisses me. I undo his tie and unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing a chiseled chest with a splash of salt and pepper chest hair. He looks incredible—he has muscles for days—and I run my fingers through his chest hair while we kiss.

He groans when I scrape my nails over his abdomen and he flexes. Undoing his pants is easy, and I pull his cock free.

His size is impressive and the tip is already slick with lust.

I wrap my fingers around Blake’s shaft and pump my hand up and down. I look him in the eye, and his lips are parted. He gasps and kisses me again before he finds the zipper at the back of my dress. Slowly, he pulls it down, and I let go of him. He lifts the dress over my head, and when he drops it on the floor, I’m only wearing my heels and my lace bra.

Blake’s eyes slide down my body.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he growls.

He kisses me again, his hand roaming my body. He pulls off my bra and lifts me up. When I wrap my legs around his waist, he carries me to the bedroom. He drops me on the bed and kicks off his shoes and pants. He finds a condom in the nightstand drawer before he crawls onto the bed, but he doesn’t wrap himself up just yet.

First, he kisses me again and slowly works his way down my body. He leaves a trail of fire down my chest, and I moan when he sucks one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it, and then the other. He slides his hands onto my arms, holding them above my head so that I’m stretched out, while he makes his way further down my body. I writhe and gasp on the bed as he licks and nibble and kisses my ribs, my stomach, my hips.

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