Pretend We're Over (Pretend 2)

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Millie

Last night was…it was…holy fuck.

I can’t describe how I felt. I can’t describe how I feel now. I just can’t…

It was beyond incredible. No man has ever fucked me like that—in a way that was both about fucking and, dare I say it, lovemaking.

Sebastian King fucked me hard and fast, but he also made love to my body, caressing and stroking it until I bent to his will. Until I wasn’t in my head anymore. Until all I could feel were the thousands of tiny explosions dancing all over my body as I came.

I came—during sex with a man.

I thought I was incapable. I thought I just couldn’t. I thought…well, I thought I wasn’t worthy of an orgasm. That Mother Nature decided that because of all the fucked up things I’ve done that I would never orgasm with a man. It was the world’s way of keeping me away from men because I wasn’t good for them, and they weren’t good for me.

But what if I was wrong?

What if I just hadn’t found the right man?

There is a loud knock at our door. I squint my eyes open. I’m exhausted after our round of fucking last night.

The pounding doesn’t stop. Sebastian must be a heavy sleeper because his naked ass doesn’t stir at all.

I sigh and then grab one of the hotel’s white robes before slugging to the door and opening it.

“Mrs. King, I’m here to take your bags down. The car is here to take you to the airport.”

“Shit!”

“Mrs. King?” the young bellhop says.

“Um…give us five minutes.”

“But the car—“

“Tell the car to wait.”

I close the door gently in his face and then run back to the bedroom. I stop abruptly when I see Sebastian sleeping so peacefully stretched out on his stomach, completely naked in all his glory.

I bite my nails as I smile at him, remembering everything. I may not ever remember our real first time together, but there is no way I’ll ever forget last night. I’ll file it away to relive over and over and over and over again.

And hopefully, Sebastian is up for breaking his little rule—it’s the least I can do to thank him for staying married to me a little longer.

But that’s for later, right now we have to get to the car and to the airport.

“Sebastian,” I grab his ankle and shake it, but it does nothing. He doesn’t move.

“Sebastian!” I holler louder as I round the bed.

“Sebastian!” I yell even louder as I shake his back.

He turns and smacks me right in the nose.

“Jesus,” I curse as my eyes water, and I see stars.

“Oh my god, Millie. I’m so sorry!” Sebastian jumps out of bed, and tries to access my nose, but I don’t lower my arms.

“I’m fine. We have to go, though.” My words are muffled as my hands cover my mouth and nose.