Don’t Pretend I’m Yours Read Online Natasha Anders

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
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He sobbed, his face contorting.

“You do? Lilah? You’re sure?”

“I’m willing to take a chance on your love, if you’re willing to take a chance on mine.”

“Then, do you think you’d be willing to wear these again?” He fished a leather cord out of from the neck of his shirt and dangling at the bottom of the cord were her rings. She inhaled deeply and her eyes flooded.

“Oh, Ben,” she whispered, choking back her tears.

“I’ve worn them around my neck since you left. In the hopes that one day I could convince you to wear them again.” He dragged the cord up over his head and unknotted it.

Lilah held up her trembling left hand and he slipped the rings back onto her finger.

“Lilah Iris Beckett Templeton, you’re the owner of my heart, the keeper of my soul, and the source of my joy and laughter. Without you, I cannot exist. With these rings, I vow to love and cherish you for the rest of my life,” he promised in a voice that shook with the force of his emotions. Lilah’s tears overflowed and he made a distressed sound, wiping away the moisture with gentle fingers.

“Those are some excellent vows, Ben,” she said, a huge smile on her face. “Do you think we can seal them with a kiss?”

“Fuck, yes.” He kissed her quickly, spontaneously, and then with more intent.

Fifi gave a startled yelped when she got squashed in the middle of the clinch and they both jumped apart guiltily, laughing when the dog gave them both an indignant glare and stalked away haughtily to her bed.

They grinned at each other, breathless, giddy, happy… and kissed again. A long, hard, hungry embrace. He was still kneeling between her now spread thighs when they came up for air and she had her arms wrapped around his neck and her fingers curled into the hair at the back of his head.

“I want to make love with you,” Ben told her, after another long kiss. “Slowly, fucking thoroughly, I want to kiss every inch of you, stroke you, pet you, suck you and lick you. I want to bury my cock so deeply inside of you that you won’t know where I end and you begin.”

“Well, stop talking about it,” she commanded him on a breathless whisper. “And do it.”

He chuckled. “Jesus, you were always such a bossy little thing.”

“Not bossy, I just know what I want. And right now, I want you…” Her hand skirted down his torso to find the hard ridge in his trousers. She squeezed and he made a dark, deep, sexy sound in the back of his throat. He pushed to his feet and she yelped when he hooked an arm around her waist and took her with him.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”

“Yes, boss,” she responded tartly, and he slapped her on the ass, before cupping his palms over her round butt. Supporting her, while she did as he’d commanded and hooked her ankles over each other to stay in place. Her arms were still around his neck for balance. The position placed her spread pussy right on top of his groin and they both enjoyed the sensation of him rubbing up against her, as Ben easily carried her up the stairs and into her room.

He deposited her on the bed, and her arms fell away from his neck but her legs remained clamped around his waist, keeping her lower body hoisted above the mattress as he stood beside the bed. She shamelessly ground herself against him, and he braced a hand against one of her wooden bedposts to retain his balance as he thrust himself helplessly against her.

“Sweetheart, we keep this up and I’ll cream in my pants.”

“Hmm.” The sound was throaty and her smile more than a little smug. “I don’t mind that. Like a randy schoolboy coming in his pants, because he can’t control himself.”

“Fuck.” He groaned when she added a shimmy to her grind. She watched his face as he fought against his building climax and she reached up to drag her pullover and t-shirt off. It wasn’t easy but she silently gave thanks to her hot yoga core exercises for giving her the strength to maintain this position. Ben was lost in sensation, his eyes shut, his forehead furrowed, mouth thin and tight as he fought to maintain control.

“Ben,” she whispered, and he opened his eyes immediately, his pupils dilated when he saw her naked breasts. She smiled wickedly and toyed with her nipples.

“You’re not playing fair.” His voice was a broken rasp and it made her nipples harden even more.

“You could make me come with just that voice,” she told him honestly, and he shuddered.

He finally brought his hands to her ankles, still locked around his waist, and managed to unhook them. Lilah pouted as her hips lowered to the mattress, thighs splayed, there was a damp spot at the crotch of his trousers and she realized that it had come from her.


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