Page 63 of Claimed By my Frenemy

I want nothing more than to give myself completely to him, again and again and again.

We stumble backward, nearly tripping over the porch steps, but Theo steadies us, his grip on me firm and possessive. He lifts me up effortlessly, setting me down on the edge of the porch railing, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer.

I can feel the length of his dick pressing against my crotch. He’s turned on, and knowing that our kisses have done that to him turns me on, too. I can feel my panties getting wet, and my mind races ahead to things I want to do to him. I want to strip him naked and grab his dick, pull him after me to the bedroom, and climb on top of him. I want to make him groan and call my name.

Theo’s mouth leaves mine, trailing kisses along my jawline and down my neck, and I arch into him, my fingers tangling in his hair. Theo's hands slide up my sides, taking my shirt with them, and I raise my arms, letting him pull it over my head.

We’re in the backyard, and his contractors are gone for the day. Only Theo can see the whiteness of my skin underneath, my breasts trying to come out of my bra.

I push my breasts against Theo, my mouth going to his jaw and ear. I want to taste him, all of him.

“Let’s go inside,” Theo’s voice rumbles in my ear.

But his words bring things to a grinding halt. I remember the conversation I overheard. I push Theo away, my breathing ragged.

“I…don’t know if this is a good idea.”

Theo looks thoroughly confused, and I feel like I need to explain, excuse my behavior.

“I’m… not feeling good.” I press my hands against my bare stomach. The truth is if I think about what Theo said long enough, I truly do feel physically ill. “I think…maybe tomorrow.”

“That’s okay,” Theo finally says. “Don’t worry about it. If you’re not feeling well, then you’re not feeling well. Is there something I can do for you?”

I feel bad for lying to him, but I just need the chance to think things through. I don’t want to think that Theo would turn on me, but I don’t know. That uncertainty is getting to me.

“No, I… I’ll text you later.”

Theo leans forward and helps me off the railing like a gentleman. He presses a kiss to my forehead, then my lips. “Good night, then.”

“Good night, Theo.”

I stand on my back porch as Theo walks across my yard onto his lot. He’s a sexy man. The way his hips sway as he moves makes me squirm. But I don’t want to just have sex because I can. I want to make sure Theo is really on my side and that he’s not planning anything behind my back.

The next day,I wake up with a sense of unease that I can’t shake. The morning light filters through my bedroom window. It looks like it’s going to be a beautiful, sunny summer day, but that doesn’t get rid of the worries circling through my mind.

I check my phone, but Theo hasn’t texted me. He gets up earlier than I do, so he nearlyalwaystexts me something in the morning. But there’s nothing. Does that mean he’s purposely trying to distance himself from me? But why?

I spend the morning working on the final touches on the last bedroom in my bed and breakfast, but my thoughts keep drifting back to Theo. Is he hiding something from me? I want to believe in him, to trust what he said last night, but I’ve been burned more than once. I know that people don’t always follow through on what they promise.

Aurora drops by in the afternoon, almost like she could read my thoughts and knew I needed a friend. She’s always been the more skeptical one, and today is no different. We sit on the porch, sipping iced tea, and she eyes me with something like concern.

“You seem preoccupied,” she says, her tone gentle but probing.

I sigh, setting my glass down. It takes all my effort not to glance at Theo’s property to see if I can see him, maybe working shirtless. “It’s Theo.”

“Oh?” Aurora raises an eyebrow.

“He… Yesterday, he got a phone call. I’m pretty sure it was from his business partner. And…he seemed upset.”

“Well, I’m sure partners don’t always agree. Why does that worry you?”

“I just… I overheard part of the conversation. I think it was about me and the property.”

Aurora sets her glass down and studies me carefully. “What exactly did he say?”

I recount the conversation, as much as I heard of it anyway. “But I only heard Theo’s side, and I didn’t even hear all of that. So, I’m getting like a quarter of the story.”

“Did you bring it up to Theo?”

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