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Love's Deception
by DC Renee

Contemporary Romance 

For someone who wasn’t the “dating kind,” he had certainly done a
bang-up job of wooing me. Dating, marriage … the whole nine yards.
I’d fallen hard. I couldn’t help it. Nolan Corrington was
gorgeous, charming, sweet, and he loved me with a passion I’d never
felt before. It was inevitable on my end.

He tried to fight his love for me. I was the first girl he ever let in
because he’d vowed never to love. He didn’t want the fallout a
heartbreak would create. But he said dating me, marrying me, loving
me … the whole nine yards was inevitable for him too.

With a love like that, there could be no room for heartbreak, right?

Well, see … that’s the thing about loving someone so hard. You don’t
always share everything about yourself, at least not until it’s too
late … until the person is so deep inside you that you hope they
want to leave. That’s what I like to call love’s deception.

And that’s what Nolan counted on.

What could go wrong? Oh, only everything … only the one thing he feared
in the first place … 
Too bad it wasn’t just a matter of walking away … it was more, 
a lot more.
It was life, death, and everything in between. It was love, and it was deception.

“That was delicious,” I told him after dinner. “What’s for dessert?” I asked.
He stared at me, the look of pure hunger apparent before he stood
and held his hand out for me to take. Only after I automatically placed
my hand in his did he say, “You.” I shivered at his touch and his words.
Then he led me to his bedroom.
I sat on his bed as he stood above me, staring down at me. “You
look good on my bed. You’ll look even better on it naked.” Leaning
down so that his arms rested on the bed on either side of me, he
brushed his lips against mine so gently that it almost tickled. Once,
twice, but on the third time, he kissed me hard, his tongue swirling
with mine. My hands instinctively flew to his head, finding themselves
buried in his hair as I tried to pull him closer somehow.
“Nolan,” I whispered his name against his lips.
He breathed me in before pulling back to stand once again. He
stared at me for a moment before his hands found the edge of my
dress, and then he crouched down so that he was on the floor between
my legs, his hands pulling my dress higher and higher as his fingers
trailed along my thighs. “I’ve been dying to see you, to see all of you
since the moment I laid eyes on you. Tell me, Lise, tell me I can. Tell
me I can rip this dress off you right now. Please,” he begged. “Please
tell me you’re mine. Please don’t tell me to stop because I will, but
damn if I don’t want to.”
“Don’t stop,” I told him. “Please Nolan, don’t stop,” I said on a
panting breath as his fingers grew closer and closer to my wetness.
One more centimeter and he’d feel just how much I didn’t want him
to stop.
“Oh, thank Christ,” he said and pulled my dress up my thighs,
revealing my lace panties that left little to the imagination. “These
are coming off now,” he said as he pulled them gingerly over my legs,
leaving me exposed. “So wet,” he said. “So fucking beautiful,” he added
as he stared at me. “I’m going to lick you until you scream my name,
then I’m going to do it again. But after that, I’m going to pull your
dress and bra off before I suck on each nipple with my fingers in your
pussy, pushing in and out, making you grow impossibly needy and
begging for my cock. And only when you’re on the verge of your third
orgasm will I stop so I can be inside you, feeling you clench around
me, milking me, forcing me to come so hard inside you that I’ll never want to leave.”
I could have come right then and there just from his words, and
I think he knew that because I saw a smile tug at the corner of his lips
before he dived right in, his tongue finding my clit. I fell back on the
bed, my back arching as I screamed out his name. It was embarrassing
how quickly I felt my climax build, but he didn’t let up. Not even when
I cried out or tried to push him away. He planted a hand firmly on
my stomach, keeping me there as his tongue continued its assault on
me. It wasn’t long before I was writhing beneath him, screaming his
name once again. And then he did exactly as he promised. He stood,
and somehow wrangled me from my dress and bra. His lips found
mine before he trailed kisses down my neck, finding one nipple and
promptly sucking it. I felt his fingers tease me, and it was too good,
too much. “Please,” I begged, but I wasn’t sure if I was begging him
to stop or keep going. He found my slit, and I felt one finger slip in
slowly, thrusting in and out. His mouth traveled to my other nipple,
nipping at it lightly, causing a moan to escape my lips. He slipped in
another finger, this time moving quicker, and one finger curved just a
bit, hitting a spot inside me I didn’t know existed.
No other man existed. Everyone who came before him were boys.
He wiped away their memory, and he had yet to be inside me.
Nolan … like a classic watchmaker, needing the perfect precision,
was fine-tuning me, finding every gear, every disc in its perfect place,
listening to the quiet hum of the watch’s dial to make sure it was
running right. And I was … with Nolan as my watchmaker, I was
running exactly right. It was impossible not to.
I felt my climax building, but apparently, he did too because
he pulled out abruptly, and I felt the loss immediately. Almost like
a cartoon movie, his clothes were off in seconds, and I heard the
telltale sign of a condom wrapper being torn open. I didn’t get to fully
appreciate the sight of his body because he was on top of me, and I
reveled in the feeling of his hard body pressing into mine.
“So fucking perfect,” he said as he pushed inside. “So tight. God,
Lise,” he groaned as I felt him move slowly to allow me to adjust to
his girth. Even with how wet I was, I could feel just how big he was.
I didn’t even need to see it to know he filled me to the brim and then some.
“Nolan, please,” I said as I wrapped my legs around his back,
allowing him to go deeper. He moaned and started to move slowly,
but then it was like he couldn’t control himself, and he began to thrust faster.
It was like nothing I’d experienced before, the bundle of nerves
that had been begging for release just moments before were begging for it even more now.
“Let go, Lise,” he said. “Let go so I can feel you around me.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer, and my orgasm rocked through
me like my own personal earthquake, 8.0 on the Richter scale.
And then I felt Nolan let go before he collapsed half on me, half on the bed beside me.
“God, Lise … that was … that was something else,” he said into
my hair. He popped up and looked at me, staring into my eyes.
“Everything I imagined. That blew it all away. But now that I’ve had
you …” He didn’t finish the sentence, and I didn’t ask him to. I was
afraid of what he’d say, afraid of what he didn’t say.
“It’s never been like that,” I told him, hoping to steer him away
from his own thoughts, and it was the truth.
“Good,” he said. “Give me a few minutes, and we’ll go for round
two. But this time, we’ll go slow so I can savor every bit of you.”
“A few minutes?” I asked.
His eyes trailed my body for a moment before he smirked. “Make that two.”

DC Renee is a financial analyst by day, and an indie author by night.
She’s been writing since she was a child, from poems to short
stories, even fan fictions. She published her first book in March of
2014, and it hit the Amazon top 100 list in Contemporary Romance
Fiction several times. Naturally, she loves to read! She also loves
spending time with her hubby and their new baby girl, as well as her
immediate family (in-laws included!). She speaks Russian fluently,
and it might come with the territory, but she loves watching hockey.
Go Kings! DC is really thankful for all the support she receives from
her family, friends and most of all her readers and fans. She hopes
you enjoy her books as much as she enjoys writing them.

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  1. I like the womans dress on the cover. Congrats on the release.


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