Page 64 of Rivals Next Door

My gaze dropped to her tempting mouth. Could I be any weaker to this woman? I was both aroused and frustrated. As the familiar sexual tension simmered around us, it was like everyone else in the club disappeared. It was just us in our bubble. That intimate, comfortable bubble we created years ago when we were together.

She eyed my mouth with blatant longing. However, neither of us made a move to initiate a kiss. Maybe, like me, she was fighting the temptation for dear life. Without thinking, I rested my forehead against hers. Our noses brushed and our lips hovered close. She trailed her fingers up my neck to bury them in my hair. I used to love it when she did that… It still felt good.

We were so close that I felt her breath hitch as I traced circles at her waist before dropping my hands to tightly and possessively palm her hips. Olivia pulled back enough to look into my eyes again. Her face was a mask of desire and uncertainty. “We shouldn’t do this…”

Yet, I could tell she wanted to. “We shouldn’t,” I agreed. “I’m still your enemy.”

Her eyebrows dipped and her teeth sank into her lower lip. “Even tonight?”

“Maybe we can call a truce for tonight,” I said, my voice husky with need.

I practically saw her resolve crumble as her eyes softened.

“Okay, truce. Just for tonight,” she murmured.

I dipped my head to brush her lips with mine. My grip on her hips tightened as I pulled her even closer to capture her mouth in an urgent kiss. Her fingers tangled further into my hair as she kissed me back and her breath quickened along with mine.

This taste of her was hardly enough. I craved more, and I felt like if I didn’t get it, I’d combust. My hand traveled up to cup her nape and hold her in place as my kiss became more demanding. Her soft moan pulled me back from the brink of an uncontrolled sexual haze, and I remembered that we stood in the middle of a club.

“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered.

“You mean to check out other potential bachelor party spots?” she asked.

“Fuck, no, Liv. I need you in my bed as soon as possible.”

My low growl made her shudder, but I knew it was with anticipation. Thank God I had the sense to hire a chauffeur for our little adventure tonight because I’d probably break every traffic rule to get her back to my place. At least with my hands free, I could touch her and tease her to keep the heat going until we were back at my apartment.

24

OLIVIA

I teetered on the edge of an orgasm… I had been for about thirty minutes. Alex, the wicked sex wizard, had teased me mercilessly during our drive home. He’d kissed and fingered me to near ecstasy multiple times, only to stop just before I reached the peak.

That was how it went until we stumbled out of the car he’d hired. I was sure the driver knew what we were up to in the back seat because he’d given us that knowing smirk. However, I was too high on my many almost-orgasms to be embarrassed. Endorphins flooded my system, and I could barely walk straight.

I stumbled when we stepped off the elevator. Alex wrapped a hand around my waist, pulled me to him, and whispered in my ear, “Are you drunk, Liv?”

“Yes, but not on champagne,” I sighed as I leaned into him.

He felt so good, and he smelled incredible. I actually stuck my nose into his neck to inhale deeply like a starved animal. I almost blurted out that I missed him every day for the last nine years.

Keep it together, Liv. This was just sex… between exes… rivals… Oh, God. Things could get messy, but who cared when I was desperate for my next orgasm? I stumbled again and would have probably broken an ankle if not for Alex’s support.

“I think you are drunk on alcohol,” he hummed. “Maybe I should be a gentleman and help you to bed and leave you alone.”

We stopped between our apartments, and I let out a frustrated growl as I pulled him toward me by his lapels. My back hit the wall, and he stumbled into me while wearing a smirk.

“Alex, if you don’t make me come right now, I’ll either tear my hair out or murder you.”

His hearty chuckle made me grin sheepishly. Realizing how feral I sounded, I rested my forehead against his chest and groaned. “I’m sorry. I’m just so…”

“Worked up?” he finished.

I glared up at him. “Yes, because you’re wicked… sensually and incredibly wicked. You did this on purpose.”

His little smirk confirmed it. He slid his hand up my skirt and grazed my panties. I shuddered and arched into him, desperate for more.

“I did,” he drawled. “There’s nothing hotter than seeing you so riled up and begging me to make you come.”

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