Page 13 of Claimed By my Frenemy

Theo takes three big steps across the room so he is directly in front of me. Then, he places his hands on my hips, and I realize he has grown a few inches since high school. He smells like mint, and he’s cleanly shaven. These are all little details I didn’t noticeat the tiki bar because I was so overwhelmed with what was happening.

Then, he bends down and kisses me gently. I didn’t know that Theo could be gentle, not after he came storming into my house demanding I sell. But this man, the one kissing me, is a different creature.

My body instantly feels hotter, and I cautiously bring my hands up to the side of Theo’s face, rubbing my thumbs against his smooth, smooth skin.

I feel Theo’s hands start to press harder into me, molding my skin to the shape of his hands. Then, they slide up, up, ever so slightly.

His thumb grazes the side of my bra, and I gasp a little, pulling back from his mouth. Theo’s hands move to my spine, and he pulls me toward him again.

It’s then that I feel he’s as hard as a rock. His dick is pressing into my stomach like some sort of magic wand, and I start to lose my reason. My hands take on a life of their own, and they slowly slide down Theo’s chest.

I get closer and closer to the end of his T-shirt. Part of me is reminding me that this is the man who is trying to take my house away, but the other part of me is saying that this is Theo—my first boyfriend.

I know him, but I don’tknowhim. I never saw him naked, and everything in me wants to see him naked right now. I wonder how he would react if I unbuckled his pants and pushed them to the ground.

I feel a warm wetness in my panties, and I push my body even harder against Theo’s. Suddenly, it’s like I can’t breathe. His kisses are taking over my thoughts. I can’t think rationally.

Then, Theo pulls back from my mouth. My lips feel swollen, but I’m not ready for this moment to end. “Theo?—”

But he’s just moving his lips to another spot on me. He’s kissing my neck, using his tongue to draw patterns across my skin, and I suck in a breath. Theo’s hands are back on my bra. He’s undoing it through my shirt so my bra hangs loosely around my breasts. Then, his hands go still on the other side of my shirt, and he starts to massage them slowly.

I feel my legs clenching in anticipation. I know what I want. I slowly tilt my head back so Theo can do whatever he wants to my neck.

My hands slowly drift downward. Now, they really aren’t under my control, and I feel Theo through his pants. He’s long and hard…and thick. And the want I felt for him before is nothing in comparison to the desire that floods through me now.

My mind flashes forward to me on the dining room table and him shoving himself inside me. I would scream his name as he made me come.

I unzip his pants and reach through the fly. He doesn’t react as I grab him. Then, he sucks in air as I slowly undo the button on his jeans, and they hang loosely around his hips.

It only takes a push from my fingers for them to fall to the ground. I try to turn. I want to see his boxers. I want to seehimthrough his boxers, but I can’t. Theo has my head at an angle to give him access to my neck, so I can’t move.

But I canfeelhim. I slide my hand up and down his length, feeling how warm it is in my hand even through his boxers.

Then, Theo reaches for the waistband of my leggings and starts to work them down my hips. I want him.Godhow much I want him.

But a little bit of common sense starts to kick in in the back of my mind. If I do this with him, there’s no going back. He’s trying to get me out of his property. Is this some sort of negotiation tactic? And as soon as that idea crosses my mind, there’s no going back.

I slowly extract myself from his grasp. He’s breathing heavily, but he doesn’t move as I put two long strides between us. Then, I turn, and I see exactly how big he is. I couldn’t see him when he was kissing my neck and my head was tilted back, butnow, I can see him.

And everything in me is saying I should close the space between us again. I should grab him and lead him to me. I should give us both the pleasure we want.

But I don’t. I just stand there staring at him. It only takes a moment for Theo to realize we’re done, that we’re not going any further. He reaches for his pants and pulls them up around his waist, buckling them into place. Then, he just studies me for a moment. There’s no hint of embarrassment on his face, no hint of guilt or realization that we took things too far.

He just looks like some sort of model, posed beside my dining room table with a distant look in his eyes. “Well, you know where I am if you…change your mind,” Theo says.

He glances at the documents on the table, and I wonder if he means about selling the house or about putting him inside me. Theo slowly gathers the documents, and I watch, not moving until he’s put the last paper into his folder.

Then, he holds the folder out to me, and I accept it. I’m not sure why, but it seems like the right thing to do. It doesn’t mean I’m accepting his offer, but I don’t have to be rude to him.

Theo nods to the door. “I can see myself out.”

Then, with confidence still infusing his strides, Theo heads to the front door. It opens then closes behind him. I listen as his footsteps tap down the front porch steps then disappear.

Still, I don’t move for another minute.

When I feel like I’m fully alone, I set the file down carefully on the dining room table. I run a hand through my dark, wavy hair and start pacing from the dining room to the kitchen and back again.

I can’t believe howclose I cameto doing something that’s not undoable.

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