Page 67 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

Desperately.

I know I said I wanted a serious relationship, and TJ can never give me that, but it’s been so long since I’ve felt that kind of attraction for anyone. And fuck, when he looks at me like that, I don’t have it in me to be reasonable.

“I …” I need a moment to catch my breath. “I do want it.”

His lips tug up in a satisfied grin.

I flatten my palm against his chest, keeping him at arm’s length. “But we’re going to need some ground rules. And I’m not interested in being just another girl on your roster, so if we’re doing this, I need to know you’re not sleeping with other people and?—”

“Done.”

I blink at him.

“What?”

“I said done. I won’t see anyone else. Just you.”

Well, that was surprisingly easy.

“And you can’t tell anyone we’re sleeping together.”

He scoffs. “You do realize everybody already thinks we’re dating? Pretty sure us having sex isn’t going to come as a big shock to people.”

He has a point.

“Oh, I guess you’re right.”

“Anything else?” he asks.

I stop and think about it.

“I… You’re clean, right? Because if you’re going to give me some sort of boil-producing disease, I’d rather you just tell me now. That would save me the trouble of suing your ass for neglecting to share that information and?—”

His hand comes up to cover my mouth. “Okay, new rule. No talking about diseases that cause boils right when I’m about to eat your pussy numb. Oh, and no rambling unless it’s to tell me how and when to use my tongue to make you come, deal?”

I can’t answer with his hand on my mouth, so I just nod, swallowing hard when he takes it off and cups my jaw instead.

He inches forward and rasps, “Good.”

Did I think TJ would take things slow? No, but I certainly didn’t think he’d have me backed up against the wall from the moment I agreed to his rules. I must’ve been insane to think he’d ease into it because he doesn’t waste a second planting a long, hard kiss on my mouth.

I know my body is overrun by emotions by the way my knees turn to jelly when his tongue works its way between my lips. I grip the collar of his shirt to steady myself.

“This conversation isn’t over. We still have to talk about you disappearing on me.Again,” TJ warns in between kisses, and I crack a nervous laugh, although something tells me he’s not joking.

“In case it wasn’t clear, I don’t like being told what to do,” I say, defiance lacing my voice, and move in for another kiss, but he denies me what I seek, dropping his hand to my neck and squeezing slightly.

His mouth hovers inches away from mine as he grits out an irritated, “Let’s see how much you like what I do to you the next time you pull that kind of shit on me.”

“And what would that be?”

TJ cups my jaw into a bruising grip and tilts my chin forward to graze the corner of my mouth with his. “Nothing. I won’t touch you. I won’t fuck that needy little cunt, no matter how much you beg me to fill you up.”

Desire smolders deep in my stomach, but I try not to let it overwhelm me.

“I’m going to let you ache for my cock, and I won’t bat a fucking eye, understand now?”

I refuse to let him have the last word. “Who says I’m going to ache for your cock?”

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