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A night to remember
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2024-12-18 06:14:36Bab terkait
Pretend to be mine Fantasies
Avon sitting on the couch smiled and grinned at her. She was having crazy thoughts. Could she push him all the way down and unbutton his shirt? Would he have hair on his chest? God, what was wrong with her? Her fantasies were taking over. “Want a drink?” Avon asked handing her a beer. “Sure” her eyes shot back to his face and she tried to remember what they'd been talking about. They talked for a while and Avon stood up to get more drinks. This whole thing was such a bad idea. She was getting drunk in the hotel room of a guy she barely knew, a guy she just met. Her unwelcome fantasies were written all over her face because he had moved far away from her. Avon came back holding two more beers. He handed one over to her. “Tell me more about your boss,” he said. “Oh, well, My boss is a highly respected and accomplished leader in her field. She is a tall, imposing figure with long, curly brown hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to bore into those she met. She is a natural
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-12-20Pretend to be mine A night to rekindle
Just as it seemed like the evening was going to be a bust, Avon’s phone rang. He answered it, and his face lit up with a smile. "Hey, Josh," Avon said, chatting with his friend for a few minutes. "Yeah, we'd love to come out and meet up with you guys again." As Avon hung up the phone, he turned to Lucia and Drew. "Josh and Anna want to grab drinks with us tonight," he said. "They're meeting up with some friends downtown. Drew suddenly perked up. "Sounds like a party," he said. "Mind if I tag along?" Avon raised an eyebrow, but Lucia just laughed. "The more the merrier," she said. ****As they walked into the bar, Drew could see Josh and Anna chatting with a group of friends. They waved him over, and Avon led the way, with Lucia and Drew close behind. Now, as they laughed and chatted with their friends, Avon couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was going to be a night to remember. “Ladies and gentlemen!” someone said over the microphone. “The lat
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-12-23Pretend to be mine Dancing the night away
The music was pulsating, the lights were flashing and the crowd was energized. Lucia claimed a spot on the dance floor, alongside Josh and Anna. She was lost in the rhythm, surrounded by strangers but it felt like she was the only one there. Lucia always loved dancing, and the freedom of letting go on the dance floor was exhilarating. She spun and twirled, her hips swaying to the beat. Avon watched from the sidelines, grinning at the sight of his friends letting loose. Drew, who had tagged along with Avon, was also dancing, his awkward moves drawing laughter from the crowd. Lucia danced, letting the movement and the laughter shake away her annoying thoughts. When she felt a hand on her waist, she turned to see Avon behind her and laughed again, at how ridiculous the evening had been and how much fun she was suddenly having. He took hold of one of her hands and swung her around to face him and laughed back down at her. Other members of party joined their group and danced w
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-12-23Pretend to be mine A spark of jealousy
Avon’s gaze lingered on Lucia, his eyes drawn to her like a magnet. He wanted to sweep her into his arms, to feel her body pressed against his. Amy's voice cut through his reverie, her tone biting. "Can you please, for the next few minutes, pretend you gave a damn about my sister and take some decent pictures without ogling...her?" Avon sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. Amy's words struck a nerve. "Fine," he muttered, taking a deep breath. He turned back to the photographer, his expression neutral. Without looking at Amy, he added, "I did care about your sister." The words hung in the air, a subtle reminder of the complicated emotions that still lingered. Amy's eyes narrowed as she watched Avon laugh with Lucia, his arm casually slung over her shoulders. She felt a pang of irritation, which she quickly suppressed. What was wrong with her? She was happy for Avon, wasn't she? But as the night wore on, Amy found herself growing increasingly annoyed. Why was Avon so taken with
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-12-24Pretend to be mine Intimate encounter
As she sank into the pillows, he rose above her, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. She couldn't help but feel impressed - he had every right to be proud of himself. He showered her with gentle kisses, tracing a path up her body, from her stomach to her breasts, her neck, and finally, her lips. He settled in beside her, and she turned to face him, her hand drifting to his side. She marveled at the firmness of his chest and the trail of hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. This guy was incredible. "That was... beyond words," she admitted, still breathless. "You left me speechless." He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a deeper, more passionate kiss. "I'm glad I had that effect on you." Her fingers toyed with the waistband of his boxers. "These need to go," she whispered, her eyes locked on his. "And something else needs to come into play," she added, her voice husky. He didn't hesitate, swiftly removing his underwear and rummaging through his bag for a
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-12-26Pretend to be mine Confessions
“Even if you had woken me up,” he said, “I wouldn’t have minded.”Something inside of her melted. At his words, his smile, his touch. She stroked his stubbly cheek and pulled his head back down toward hers.They kissed again, longer, slower. The urgency of earlier in the night had disappeared. They kissed like they had days, weeks, years to do nothing but lie in this bed and explore each other.His fingers moved from her back to her neck, then to her hair. His lips touched her cheeks, her eyelids, and the tip of her nose, which surprised a giggle out of her. Not content to be passive, her hands ran down his chest, dancing over his nipples, pressing into his muscles, squeezing his hips.When her fingers lingered there, he said, “Aren’t you going to keep going?”At this moment, in this hotel room, this night? She would do whatever he wanted her to do. She slid down his body to where she knew he wanted her to go.“I really like the way you do that,” he said afterward, once he got his bre
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-12-26Pretend to be mine Making Amends
"I guess that's the whole story," he said, his eyes drifting away. "We dated, I messed up, I apologized, and now she's married to Josh – a great guy." She pulled the sheet tighter around herself and turned to face him. "So, attending the wedding was a way of making amends?" He leaned back against the pillows and finally met her gaze. "I suppose so. Maybe that's why I was dreading it – and craving a sandwich." He hoped to coax a smile from her, but her expression remained serious. Her eyes dropped, avoiding his. "Hey," he said softly, touching her arm. "I'm sorry. I should have been honest with you before you came over last night, instead of letting you find out another way." She met his eyes and nodded. “Okay,” was all she said. "Are you upset?" he asked, not wanting to prolong the conversation but concerned about her feelings. They didn't have much time left together. "I'm not upset," she replied, holding his gaze for a moment before her smile became more genuine. "I
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-12-28Pretend to be mine Distracted
"Didn't you just devour a ton of bacon?" she asked as he drove toward the Mission. "I burned it off, trust me," he replied with a smirk. "And I'm not hungry yet, but I know I will be soon. Let's grab burritos and secure a spot at the park Park. It's already sunny, and it's going to get crowded." She watched his profile as he drove, a little sad he had shaved that day. His smooth skin was nice against her face, but just the thought of the feel of his stubble last night on her cheeks, her lips, and her thighs made her shift in her set. As they set off towards the park, Lucia couldn't help but steal glances at Avon’s profile. The way the morning light danced across his features, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw and the gentle curve of his nose, left her breathless. "Hey, are you okay?" Avon asked, catching her staring at him for the umpteenth time. Lucia’s cheeks flushed with warmth. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just enjoying the view," she replied, attempting to sound nonchalant des
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-12-30
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Pretend to be mine Sweet treats and hospital visits
Later, as they lay together on the couch, he looked at the wreckage of his living room—three couch pillows on the floor, clothes scattered everywhere, salsa stains on the carpet. "Welcome to LA," he whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. She laughed and turned her face to kiss him, feeling the spark of electricity as their lips touched. The next morning, Lucia woke up to the warmth of Avon's body wrapped around hers. She felt his chest rise and fall with each breath, his arms cocooning her in a sense of safety and security. She couldn't fight the warmth that spread through her chest at the way he held her, the way he touched her. He embraced her like he meant it, like he cared. But she knew it wasn't real. He was probably always like this with women. Still, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the way he made her feel. And then, the times he touched her in other ways... holy shit, were those times amazing. She felt a flush rise to her c
Pretend to be mine A long awaited reunion
Avon went into the kitchen for a beer. At least there’d been a third plate on the table, so apparently Lucas hadn’t completely forgotten that Avon existed. He sat on the couch next to Lucia and took a swig of his beer. She turned to face him, her smile more tentative now. He reached for her hand, and she gripped his fingers for a second. “You must be starving,” she said. She let go of his hand but moved closer to him on the couch. “Have some pizza. How did the surgery go?” He loaded up his plate and moved closer to her in the process, so by the time he sat back against the couch cushions they were hip to hip. Lucas was intent on the basketball game, but he had a tiny smirk on his face. He knew Avon was dying to get rid of him, damn him. He took a bite, realized he hadn’t answered her question, tried to talk, then saw the error in that. She laughed at him, and he grinned once he could. “Surgery went well. This is that kid I was telling you about last weekend, the one who was in th
Pretend to be mine Pizza and possibilities
As she settled into the passenger seat, Lucia set her tote bag down on the floor next to her feet, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. Lucas's thoughtful question had caught her off guard, and she was grateful for his consideration. After a chaotic week, she'd devoured all her emergency snacks and hadn't had a chance to refuel since a quick lunch salad and a bag of peanuts on the plane. Her stomach was growling, and the prospect of food was suddenly very appealing. “I would love that, thank you. As long as it’s not out of your way?” Oh God, she thought, please don’t let him say it’s out of his way. He laughed and turned down the radio. “Tons of stuff in between here and there. Plus I’m hungry, too. Avon didn’t give me much warning here.” She pulled off her cardigan and put it in her bag. “Same here.” He glanced at her as he changed lanes. “This was a last-minute thing—Avon couldn’t have helped it. But he was definitely looking forward to you coming.” She shrugged.
Pretend to be mine “LA Bound”
“No problem, man. Text me her flight info and how I can find her. Or should I just take all of the women with big boobs at LAX to your apartment so you can pick?” Avon lay his head down on his desk. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” “Oh, no doubt, you absolutely are. Good luck with the surgery!” Avon texted Lucia the change of plans. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be pissed. She knew he was a doctor, so it would be okay. Right? Lucia had given her boss two hard copies and an email version of her memo right before he walked out the door on Friday afternoon. She’d barely slept all week, between her regular work, texting Avon , writing and editing the memo every night, thinking about Avon, and, oh yeah, stressing about the upcoming weekend. Thursday night, she’d made her last edits on the memo, after copious notes from Nolan, and had packed probably way too many clothes for a weekend trip to L.A. Lucia stood in front of the bathroom sink, staring at her reflection in the mirro
Pretend to be mine The waiting game
Lucia’s fingers flew across the keyboard as she typed out a response to Avon’s text. She had barely contained her excitement, trying to play it cool despite the butterflies dancing in her stomach. "I'd love to check the flights," she replied, trying to sound casual. "What time were you thinking?" Just as she hit send, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "I'm shocked you're not spinning around in your office chair," Nolan said, standing by the door with a hint of amusement. Lucia’s heart skipped a beat as she jumped in her seat, her eyes wide with alarm. How did he know about Avon’s text? Had he been watching her? But Nolan's next words put her at ease. "I mean, I've never seen anyone so thrilled about writing a memo," he continued, chuckling. "You must be really passionate about at-risk youth." Lucia let out a sigh of relief, laughing awkwardly. "Oh, yeah. I just... really care about this project." Nolan nodded, his expression serious once more. "I can tell”. Nolan paused mid-r
Pretend to be mine An unexpected connection
“See, what had happened was . . .” Lucas laughed. “Oh shit, now this is getting good. Go on.” Lucas leaned back and propped his feet up on Avon’s desk. He was going to get so much shit for this, but now he’d said too much to not tell the whole story. Lucas would get it out of him eventually anyway. “I kind of changed my flight to last night. And I forgot all about the golf tournament . . . so, that’s what happened. More or less.” Lucas took his feet down and stared at Avon. “You changed your flight? To hang out with elevator girl?” Avon shrugged and leaned back in his chair, trying to play it off. “You know I hate golf. The tournament was just an excuse to get out of there, but once I had Lucia , I didn’t need an excuse anymore.” He twitched under Lucas’s gaze. His phone buzzed, and he glanced over at it—just an update on a patient. Avon snatched his phone before he could pull it away. “Ooh, her name was Lucia, huh? Is that Lucia texting you?” Avon stood up and rea
Pretend to be mine The unsettling silence
She sprang back to life, her digital presence humming as she continued with her tasks. "Okay, resuming routine," she whispered to herself. Lucia began puttering around the house, checking on various smart devices. She adjusted the thermostat, dimmed the living room lights, and started a load of laundry. She changed out of the dress he’d almost torn off her and into yoga pants and a tank top (and underwear), unloaded her dishwasher, went through the rest of the work emails that had come in this weekend, and made a to-do list for the workweek. As she worked, she also tackled her virtual tasks. But all the time she thought about Avon. The way he’d laughed whenever she’d laughed; the way he kept touching her, like his hands belonged on her skin; the way he’d smiled at her in the middle of the night like he was so happy to have her there with him in his bed; the way he ate his burrito with tortilla chips as utensils and blushed when she teased him about it. The whole time she hoped s
Pretend to be mine Leveling the playing field
As she reached for her purse, Avon’s hands encircled her waist, holding her in place. His face was inches from hers, his smile intimate and genuine. This wasn't a smile for the cameras or to charm her into submission; it was a smile meant solely for her. "You think you can use your body to distract me while you sneak a peek at your phone?" Avon’s voice was low and teasing. Lucia shifted slightly, testing his grip. His hands tightened on her hips, sending a shiver down her spine. "You don't play fair, Hills," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Avon’s smile grew, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm just leveling the playing field," he whispered back, his breath dancing across her skin. She grinned and pushed away from him for real. He released her but kept his arm around her as she lay on her side next to him and checked her phone, her head on his chest. She ignored the texts from Diana —no way she could answer them with him right there—and went straight to the ema
Pretend to be mine A secluded moment
They joined the end of the line, which was surprisingly long considering it was a cool evening. But Lucia was undeterred, bouncing up and down with excitement. "Come on, come on," she muttered, tapping her foot impatiently. Avon laughed. "Patience, my dear." Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the front of the line. The ice cream lady, a friendly woman with a warm smile, called out, "Next in line!" Lucia and Avon stepped forward, scanning the colorful array of ice cream flavors on display. "I'll have a scoop of strawberry, please," Lucia said, her eyes shining with anticipation. "And I'll have a scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough," Avon added, handing over his money. The ice cream lady efficiently handed over their cones, and they stepped aside to lick their ice cream in happy silence. As they walked back to the car, licking their cones, Lucia turned to Avon with a contented sigh. "This is the perfect day." Avon smiled, his eyes crinkling at the
