Page 54 of Pretend

Swallowing hard, Morgan raised her legs out of the water and placed them over the sides as Eric rewarded her with a kiss against the side of her neck. “You’re so fucking soft,” he whispered seductively in her ear as he rubbed his hand between her legs.

Not really sure what she was supposed to do, Morgan opened her mouth, only to end up licking her lips hungrily when his fingertips traced her slit. That felt so good, she thought, closing her eyes as she lost herself in his touch.

This was definitely better than she thought it would be, Morgan thought as she felt Eric’s other hand cover her breast while the fingertips that were teasing her slid between her lips and found her clit. The hand covering her breast gently squeezed and kneaded while he gently teased her clit, rubbing it in light, teasing circles that had her moaning his name.

“Did you ever think about this?” Eric asked, his lips teasing her neck as he shifted beneath her, bringing her up higher on his lap and-

“Yes,” Morgan admitted as she felt his cock brush against her thigh.

Opening her eyes, she looked down to see one hand caressing her breast and the other teasing her with his fingertips before her eyes landed on the large cock brushing against her thigh. Licking her lips, Morgan reached down and-

“Oh, fuck…”

Took her time exploring the soft, smooth tip before moving her fingertips down the thick shaft, amazed by just good it felt to touch him. While his fingertips moved over her, sending pleasure throughout her body, she explored him, running her fingertips over him, teasing the large tip as Eric moaned in her ear, begging her not to stop as her breaths quickened and she struggled not to move, struggled not to scream, until finally…

She couldn’t hold back any longer.

CHAPTER29

He was still a bed hog, Morgan realized, unable to help but smile as she gave up trying to push the large arm wrapped around her out of the way and turned around so that she was facing the man she loved more than anything.

“No,” Eric said before she could say anything, not bothering to open his eyes as he tightened his hold around her and brought her closer as a cool breeze swept over them.

“I need to get up,” she said, smiling as she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, enjoying the way that his early morning whiskers teased her skin.

“You need to stay in bed,” Eric mumbled sleepily.

“We have work to do,” Morgan reminded him as she ran her fingertips over his jaw.

“It can wait,” Eric said, kissing her forehead.

“Did I mention that I have to use the bathroom?” she asked, watching as the large man that made her realize something important last night reluctantly let her go with a grumble and another kiss.

For a moment, she lay there, tempted to stay where she was, but…

There was no point in putting this off any longer, Morgan told herself as she put her glasses on before she reluctantly crawled off the comfy pallet Eric made last night and grabbed her backpack. Telling herself that she wasn’t making a mistake, she pushed the plastic tarp aside and walked into the master bedroom that Eric started gutting yesterday.

As she made her way to the bathroom, Morgan thought about all the reasons why staying here was a mistake. She had a plan, a good plan, one that she’d been working on for the past year, one that would give her a chance to get over Eric and…

She didn’t want to get over him.

She wanted to spend the next month working on this incredibly beautiful house and find out if this thing between them was real and if it wasn’t…

She didn’t want to think about that right now.

Besides, right now, she had other things to worry about. With that in mind, Morgan made a quick stop in the small bedroom they moved their stuff into, went to grab her usual, a Bradford Remodeling tee-shirt and jeans, only to hesitate when her gaze shifted to the bag that held all of her new clothes.

Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, Morgan’s gaze flickered back to the small stack of tee-shirts in front of her and-

“Screw it,” Morgan muttered as she finally gave into the urge to get her hands on the incredibly beautiful floral sundress that Eric bought for her, a pair of panties, and the cute sandals that she’d been eying and made her way across the hallway. As soon as she stepped inside the bathroom, she was kicking the door shut behind her and hanging the dress on the back of the door before she focused on her backpack.

She could do this, Morgan told herself with a firm nod as she placed her panties on the counter along with her sandals, slowly exhaled, and when she couldn’t think of a reason to put this off any longer, she searched through her bag for her phone. Once she found it, Morgan dropped her bag on the floor and found herself slowly exhaling when she saw the text message waiting for her.

How long do you need?

She was tempted to quit, but she needed to be sure that this was real and that this wasn’t just Eric panicking. No matter what he told her, she just…

She needed to be sure.

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