Pretend It’s Real for Me – You Belong With Me Read Online Whitney G

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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
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Leaning forward, he presses his mouth against my pussy, swallowing my soaking wet clit between his lips.

I moan as he tastes me and I press my palms against the roof.

He slides two thick fingers deep inside me between his torturous kisses, pushing me into a realm of pleasure I’ve never felt before.

My nails scratch the panel above us, and I tilt my head back as he whispers, “You taste so fucking good…”

“Travis…” My pussy is throbbing against his mouth. “Travis, slow down…”

He doesn’t adjust his rhythm at all.

Instead, he hums against me, making this unfamiliar pleasure even more intense.

“I can’t—I can’t take this…” I moan in protest and try to adjust my position, but he doesn’t allow me to pull away from him; his grip on my hips is far too strong.

He’s devouring me like he has no plans of ever stopping, like he’s determined to render me absolutely useless for the rest of the year.

Steam fogs the windows while his kisses become longer and his fingers slide deeper.

Before I know it, I’m shutting my eyes and no longer in control of my own body.

“Ahhhh, ahhhh…” I throw my head back as my legs begin shaking, and then I’m lost in a sea of ecstasy.

Wave after wave of pleasure wracks through my body, drowning me under a tide so forceful and fast that I’m forced to finally let go of the roof and scream his name at the top of my lungs.

Fuck…

Travis holds me tight until the shaking stops, until I feel like I’m back on earth again.

“Are you still anxious?” He whispers against my skin.

I shake my head, still on a high. “No.”

“Would you like me to devour you again to make sure it stays that way tonight?”

“Yes, please…”

NINE

PRESENT DAY

TRAVIS

The Parker International Hotel

Manhattan, New York

90 Day Agreement

This agreement serves as a record that Travis Carter is hiring Tatiana Brave for temporary acting services since she’s done a stellar job at pretending like he didn’t fucking exist for years.

She will live in Las Vegas, the city that he owns, for the entire term of ninety days. She will have access to Mr. Carter’s private jet in the event that she needs to travel elsewhere for her seven-figure business. (She clearly doesn’t need four million of Mr. Carter’s dollars, but he is being generous because that’s the type of amazing fucking man he is.)

Prompt arrival to all promotional events is required, but under no circumstance is intimacy required behind closed doors. Even though Miss Brave enjoyed Mr. Carter’s bedroom skills immensely in the past and could use a reminder, he won’t bring that up…

Both parties will sign a non-disclosure agreement upon confirming these terms and will never publicly disparage each other at the end of this deal.

I printed the sixth draft of my terms and handed it to Ralph. “What do you think of this version?”

“I think you need to hold off on writing anything ever again.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll have Miss Dawson craft a contract that we can actually use for this.”

“I don’t think it’s that bad.”

“It’s not, it’s fucking terrible.” He took off his reading glasses. “I need to ask you something, and I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me.”

“I’m listening.”

“Are you going to be able to handle this long of an arrangement with Miss Tatiana?”

“I wouldn’t be in this hotel suite sorting out the deal if I thought otherwise.”

“It’s just that…” He paused. “There are plenty of aspiring actresses who could probably use the publicity, and I can call a top Hollywood agency to pull a few strings.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Why the sudden hesitation?”

“Because the last time she left you, I had to pick you up off the floor every day.”

“Not every day, Ralph.”

“You’re right.” He crossed his arms. “It was every night, too.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I just know how much she means to you.”

“Meant. What we had is in the past tense now.”

“Right.” He sighed. “Well, Miss Dawson said that she seems quite serious about keeping this deal professional, so don’t forget that she was the one who broke up with you for whatever reason.”

“She didn’t have a reason at all.”

“Exactly. So, please don’t let her in, and please don’t allow her to break you again.”

“She didn’t break me, Ralph.”

He gave me a blank stare.

“She didn’t.” I shrugged. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Did I ever tell you how I saved all six hundred and seventeen drunk voicemails you left after she broke up with you?” he asked. “I also saved all the late-night, ‘How could she do this to me?’ and ‘I feel like I got run over by a Mack truck’ text messages you sent as well. Would you like me to refresh your memory by letting you see them?”

“I won’t let her in again.”

“Thank you.”

NINE & A HALF

PRESENT DAY



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