The Pretend Boyfriend novel Chapter 32

He grabs her waist and bends her backwards. She can't help laughing as he stoops to kiss her. It's a rich kiss - full of promise and nuance and lip work. She kisses him back, feeling breathless, the way she always does whenever he initiates any sort of romantic gesture.

No, scratch that. Brian isn't into romance. He has always made that quite clear. Brian is into fucking.

At first, she didn't think she would be into their weird kind of relationship.

"It's complicated," she had tried to explain to Cassie.

"What's so complicated about it?" her best friend demanded. "You're fuck buddies, that's all there is to it."

"We're not just fuck buddies. There's more."

It's something she can't put her finger on, but there's more to their relationship than just sex. They are friends. Good friends. They do everything best friends do together, especially now that Cassie is spending so much time with Caleb. Not that Sam is complaining. There's never a dull moment with Brian.

In fact, they do everything a boyfriend and girlfriend does together. When he is with her, she is all that matters. His entire attention is devoted solely to making her happy, except that they are not committed to each other. When he walks out of her door, he's really out, and she doesn't have a clue what he is doing or who he is fucking. He doesn't have a clue who she's seeing either, nor does he ask. She doesn't tell him.

Only ... she's not seeing anyone else.

That's what he is, she tells herself firmly. A Pretend Boyfriend. A gorgeous, rich stud who makes her feel all gooey and special inside when he's with her, and all empty when he isn't.

But he's with her right now, and she's feeling fantabulous.

Don't think about it, her inner voice commands. Just enjoy him while he's here.

He seems to be enjoying himself all right. His kisses become more heated. He probes his tongue firmly between her lips, licking them, tasting them. He licks the insides of her cheeks. He's bent on exploring her mouth as much as possible, until there is not an expanse of tissue left in there that is not savored. Meanwhile, his hands roam up and down her body. He cups her breasts beneath her blouse, feeling the heft of her mounds inside her brassiere. She is always on sexual alert whenever she's with Brian, and so she wears her best underwear. Lately, she has taken to shopping at La Perla - just to give him an eyeful before he rips her sexy lingerie off.

Oh, but he makes her melt inside! Already her hormones are coursing within her pelvic cavity, making all the organs within swollen and needy. Her pussy contracts, and she feels a twinge of aching desire. She badly wants him inside her. She can make love to him four times a day and it still wouldn't be enough.

She knows he doesn't wear anything underneath.

He smiles at her tantalizingly. He unzips his jeans slowly - oh so slowly, his eyes burning into hers. His dark pubic thatch materializes.

"Now let's pick out the ones we like," he says, indicating the ice-cream on display.

When they have finished arranging everything, they have put six tables together and picked out two dozen small cups of different ice-cream flavors. They are both naked.

She lies down on the tables and he places himself upon his elbows beside her.

He digs his index finger into a tub and smears a dollop of tiramisu-flavored ice-cream onto her right tit. He bends his head and proceeds to lick it slowly off, trailing his tongue in a wet pool around her nipple. He repeats this with a pinch of lime sorbet and an ounce of cookies-and-cream. Then he posits a milky lump of vanilla on her left nipple and closes his mouth around it.

He sucks slowly, languorously. As if he has all the time in the world. Her nipple responds to his suckling by filling up with a warm rush of instantaneous blood. He gropes the mound of her left breast and lifts it so that he can take more of her nipple into his wet, wet mouth. Oh, how she loves the way his tongue swirls around her tip, massaging and flipping it so that it shudders and bounces in the hollow of his palate.