Page 114 of Undeniably Enemies

“Bingo.”

“You fucking brat, that scared the hell out of me.”

“You seemed like you were having issues with your concentration.”

“I was.” I smack a kiss on her lips and one on her ass. “I’ll punish you for that later. I want babies with you, Wren Fritz. Lots of them. Just not today. Not until you’re ready for them.”

“Glad to hear it. Now fuck me so we can both get to work.”

Right. With my hands on her hips, I start to pound into her, setting a heavy pace that rattles the shelving. Her legs spread wider and her hips jut back, giving me a better angle, and holy sweet Jesus, how did I go so many days, so manyyears,without this?

My cock slides in and out of her, a relentless thrusting game of grip and pull that is blowing my mind. I kiss and suck on her neck, tasting her skin, the sweet and salt of it, and then get greedy and turn her face so I can capture her lips. I’ve been with Wren for two weeks now.

Two weeks of sleeping together nearly every night. Of days spent working or hanging out or being around each other while pretending to be nothing more than amicable. We cook and read books aloud to each other and fuck like crazy and play and tease and talk all the time. I’m so in love with her. More so every day.

I want to hold her hand on the street and have her sit on my lap at her brother’s house while we eat or watch football. I want the life with her. I’m thirty-five. I’m ready. But I guess that’s what happens when you date a woman ten years younger than you. You have to learn patience and the fun of sneaking around.

Like this.

“Rub your clit, Wren. Make yourself come all over me.”

Her fingers slip between her parted legs, and my hands grip the front of her thighs so I can really fuck her. It doesn’t take either of us long. A few more seconds and we’re both barreling over the edge into the sweet abyss. My teeth sink into her shoulder, and I groan and grunt my release, my toes curling in my sneakers.

“Fuck,” I hiss, panting against her.

“What?” she asks, startled. “Did someone hear us?”

“No. I don’t have anything to clean you up with.”

“It’s fine. I’ll run to the bathroom.”

I right my body and spin her around, pull up her scrubs, and tie the bow for her. I do the same with mine before I gather her in my arms so I can kiss her. “I’ll see you after your shift.”

“Yes. Get some sleep. You look tired.”

“I thought I never looked tired.”

“No, I said you never look like shit. But you do look tired.”

I kiss her deeply before I release her and take a step back. “I’ll exit first and make sure it’s clear.”

“That was fun.” She pulls the elastic from her messy ponytail and sticks it between her teeth as she fixes it.

“It was.” I kiss her cheek, drag my hands back through my hair so it’s somewhat tame, and open the closet door. No one is around and the hall is empty. “We’re good. Have a good shift.”

“Have a good sleep.”

Just as the closet door shuts behind her, my nurse turns the corner. “Oh, Dr. Kincaid.” She blinks, taking in both of us with suspicion. “I was coming to find you.”

“You found me. Just one second.” I smile at her and turn back to Wren, whose cheeks are flushed, and she’s blatantly skirting the nurse’s eyes. “I think that’s a great idea for Owen’s birthday,” I say to Wren. “Just let me know what you need for it, and I’m happy to help.”

Wren beams a smile at me. “Great. Thanks. I’ll let you get back to it. See you later, Jack.” She gives me an innocent wave and jogs off. But fuck, was that close. Two seconds earlier and we would have been caught for sure. Uneasiness settles on me. What we just did was insanely stupid. I’m after chief, and Wren is looking to match.

It’s easy to forget that when we’re together. It’s easy to get wrapped up in the moment.

But the last thing I can do is put either of our careers at risk like that again.

“What are you planning to make?”

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