Almost Pretend Read Online Nicole Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 134746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
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I lower my eyes, humiliation fuming through me, and just wait for him to walk away so we can pretend this didn’t happen. I hear the faint scuff of his feet and brace myself for the hurt of something I didn’t even offer being rejected.

But he’s coming closer, not falling away.

I lift my head sharply, feeling my lungs turning to stone.

There’s barely half a second to register the storm lashing in his eyes.

Then that storm crashes over me, sweeping me up in his hold and his kiss and his everything.

His rough fingers curl around my arms, jerking me against him.

His mouth captures mine like a predator, injecting me with heat.

He slams me back against the bathroom door, the wood rattling in its frame as my body presses against it—cold on one side, hot on the other, as his frame molds to mine.

I’m so lost.

But maybe I don’t want to be found.

There’s no way to explain how this feels.

It’s like the moment when a small ship gets caught up in a violent storm, cataclysmic waves standing ten times higher, swirling with the sheer power of an ocean gone mad while the clouds and wind and rain whip the boat with one force of nature and then another.

August is the sea and the storm.

I’m defenseless, unguarded, his pressure molding every inch of me with nothing to save me from the sheer rush of his heat.

The scrape of his shirt against my breasts and nipples.

The thrust of his hips against mine.

The hardness against his slacks.

He’s so thick as it prods between my legs and rips a startled gasp out of me, pushing me up on my toes with the thrill, bleeding the sound from my lips to his to be devoured.

I don’t even remember dropping my arms.

But they’re around his shoulders now, fingers buried in his hair, strain pouring down the backs of my calves to the tips of my toes as I stretch up to reach him, to meet him, to give every inch of myself over as I let my lips fall slack and let him take, take, take.

And God, does he take.

Growling, grasping, his harsh breaths drag against my lips.

His mouth brands me with the sweetest pressure and the savagery of his tongue.

He’s already in me, every licking thrust searching, invading, touching me in impossible ways with phantom echoes deep inside.

It’s like I’m riding those furious waves in imaginary thrusts that make me want the real thing so bad I can’t take it.

I bite him, begging and tasting the firmness of his mouth.

He bites me right back.

Animal.

Pure animal teeth and the perfect bloom of pain.

His fingers slide up my arms, curling against my neck for that extra little spark of danger.

Then they rip the towel away from my hair and bury themselves in my damp locks with a touch so blazing he could practically steam my hair dry.

But it’s nothing compared to the moment when he drags my head back by his grip, my scalp burning with pleasure-pain and the sheer dominance, opening me until I’m powerless against the onslaught of the most vicious erotic kiss I’ve ever had in my life.

His hands slip down with thunder spilling up his throat.

His growl vibrates through me like I’m a ringing vessel.

Molding over my back, pulling me away from the shocking coolness of the wooden door until it’s just heat everywhere.

His touch melds me to his muscle inescapably until I’m wet, so wet, just from how he feels, moaning against his lips, squirming in his grip, begging for more of that touch, those long fingers spanning me, and then—

Digging into my ass.

Broad palms cupping either side, kneading me, spreading me open from behind.

Every time he drags his fingers against soft flesh, it pulls on inner muscles, drawing my pussy open, making me throb, exposing an aching emptiness that desperately needs his cock now.

“August,” I whimper against his mouth, the sound dripping like honey.

All I can manage is his name.

What I really mean is Fuck me.

Fuck me before I lose my mind.

I can’t take it anymore.

I’ve held back so much, and now I need to feel you.

He doesn’t answer.

He doesn’t say a word.

But his fingers gouge my ass as he claims handfuls, forcing needy sounds from my throat as the pulse at each pressure point heightens into a rhythm inside my needy pussy.

This time, his grip doesn’t loosen as he lifts me up off my feet, dragging me against his body as he sucks my lower lip into his mouth and teases me with those cruel teeth.

My toes leave the ground.

My legs open wider.

I can’t help myself.

I have to wrap myself around him right now.

Even as sleek and elegant as his build is, even with the sharp taper from his broad shoulders down to a narrow waist and punishing hips, he’s still too wide for me.


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