Page 57 of Pretend

“What’s that?” Morgan asked, swallowing hard as he took the sketchbook off her lap and set it on the bench as he moved back between her legs.

“Why you’ve been pouting all day,” Eric said, leaning in to brush his lips against hers and-

“Because I have to tell you something.”

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He was goingto hate her.

But then again, Morgan knew that when she decided to walk away, and now…

She was running out of time.

“Does it have anything to do with the kitten that tried to rip my throat out last night?” Eric demanded as his eyes narrowed dangerously on her.

“This is just sad,” Morgan murmured with a sad shake of her head.

“Did you realize that you couldn’t live without me?” Eric asked, watching her closely.

“Why are you interrogating me?” she couldn’t help but wonder.

“Because those are the only two things that I care about right now,” Eric said, leaning in to press his lips against her forehead as his hands found her knees.

“A tiny kitten coming back to rip your throat out or me realizing that I can’t live without you are the only two things that you’re concerned about?” Morgan asked, only to moan when she felt his hands slide over her thighs.

“Those are my priorities right now,” Eric murmured absently as his lips found hers.

“I still have to tell you something,” Morgan said on a whimper when he started running his fingertips over her thighs, sending goosebumps racing over her skin and making it really difficult to focus.

“Does it have to do with either one of the things that we just discussed?” Eric asked as his lips slowly kissed a path down her throat.

“No,” Morgan managed to get out on a moan.

“Then, it doesn’t matter,” he said softly against her throat as his hands slid beneath the hem of her dress.

“Eric-”

“I really can’t believe that you’re breaking one of my rules,” he said, sighing heavily as he opened his mouth and-

“Oh, God…”

-tore a moan from her when he gently suckled on her neck as she felt his fingers curl in her panties and slowly pulled them down.

“For the next week, nothing else matters,” Eric said against her neck before kissing his way back up to her throat as she shifted to make it easier for him to pull her panties down her thighs. When she opened her mouth to argue, Eric cut her off with a hungry kiss as she felt him pull back just far enough so that he could pull her panties off and as soon as they were gone, he was reaching for her.

“I guess this is where we go over the rules again, baby girl,” Eric said with a heartfelt sigh as he picked her up.

“Why are we doing this?” Morgan found herself asking as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

“Because, for some reason, you keep forgetting that you’re supposed to be adoring me,” Eric said as his hands slid beneath her dress and found her bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze as he stepped away from the bench and headed for the door.

“How exactly do I keep doing this?” Morgan asked, struggling to stay focused, but he was making it really difficult with the way that his hands were kneading her bottom.

Sighing heavily, Eric said, “You mean besides not gazing at me adoringly?”

“Besides that,” Morgan moaned as her fingers threaded through his hair.

“Should we talk about last night? How you drove me out of my fucking mind?” Eric asked as she felt one hand slide between her legs and-

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