Page 57 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

Well, that was harsh.

And hot.

Don’t forget hot.

“You’re such a?—”

“Yeah, yeah. Get over here.” He shuts me up with a deep, senseless kiss I feel in my stomach. God, I want to slap him sometimes, but not as much as I want him to do unspeakable things to me.

You’d think I said that out loud by the way he lodges his knee between my legs, parting my thighs as he does. We never stop kissing, not even when his hand travels down my stomach.

This shouldn’t be happening.

I know that.

I’m sureheknows that.

So, why do I angle my body forward, arching my back off the locker for him? Why do I moan in anticipation the second his fingers climb up my dress? I’m not thinking straight right now. I’m like a puppet on a string when it comes to this man.

One of his fingers trails down my pussy over my shorts. It’s a single stroke, barely there and so delicate it shouldn’t affect me, but it draws a gasp from me.

“Look at you begging for my touch like a good little slut.”

Christ.

My eyes must flare when he calls me a slut because he laughs.

“She likes degradation. Got it.”

Do I?

I think I do.

I didn’t know it before just now.

I never thought about it. WhatdoI like? I think I was so desperate for validation back when I was in high school that I was too in my head to actually enjoy sex. I wasn’t ever truly present when it happened. I just wanted Theo to like me.

Foranyoneto like me.

To help me forget that I never liked myself.

TJ repeats the action, sliding his finger across my clit, but he doesn’t pull away this time, continuously teasing me over my clothes.

My mouth opens of its own accord, and TJ groans to himself, withdrawing a few inches so he can look at me as he begins to twirl my clit in slow circles.

“I wonder what your date would say if he knew what I’m doing to that needy little pussy right now.”

My eyes shutter closed when he applies more pressure, speeding up his circles.

“As much as I’d love to watch you come all over my fingers, I don’t share. So, I’m going to need you to get back to your date and tell him to lose your fucking number.”

With that, he removes his hand and backs away.

My eyes fly open.

“A-Are you serious?” I spit, unable to steady my breathing.

I could strangle him when he smirks and tucks a piece of my hair that fell in front of my eyes behind my ear. “Dead serious.”

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