Page 125 of Undeniably Enemies

“Get undressed for me but leave your panties on.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You have ten seconds to do it. If you’re not ready for me by that time, I’ll punish you. And trust me when I tell you, the need to do just that is so strong I’m barely containing myself right now.”

Her jaw goes slack, but she recovers quickly. She even manages to bite down whatever scathing comment she was about to hurl my way. My feisty Cinderella wants this, and I bet if I stuck my fingers between her legs right now, I’d find her ready for me.

Releasing her, I sit back and watch the show, removing my shirt and tossing it away. She picks up her phone and puts on some music for us. Thinking she’s being cute—which she is, who am I kidding—she does a little dance as she shimmies out of her scrubs pants and kicks them away. She’s wearing a pale pink lacy thong, and I can already smell how turned on she is.

I don’t bother checking my watch. It’s well past ten seconds, but since I plan to punish her anyway, it makes no difference. She knows it too, which is why she’s now dancing for me.Teasing me. Her hands grasp the hem of her shirt, and she rolls it along her soft belly and up to just beneath her bra line, killing me, punishing me before I can punish her.

“Miss Fritz,” I warn.

“Yes, Dr. Kincaid,” she replies breathily, swaying her hips to the beat of the song and running her hands up her body and through her hair. Fuck, is she stunning. These ten seconds, this moment of space, were supposed to help me get myself back under control, but watching her move and dance like this is having the opposite effect.

Her long-sleeve shirt and scrub top are removed, and now she’s only in her thong and matching bra, still dancing. Still moving sensually with the warm glow of the fire dancing along with her.

She doesn’t get it. I’ve told her, but I’m still not sure she has any clue.

This breathtaking woman possesses every fiber of my being. I love her endlessly. I love her mind and fighting spirit. I love her spunk and tenacity. I love her toned legs and narrow dip of her waist and soft belly and perfect heart-shaped ass and sweet breasts. I love her stunning face and gorgeous skin and hair that’s like spun gold.

I just love her. All of her. Forever. ’Til death do us part.

“You’re so beautiful.” My voice is like stone. Rough and unpolished.

And because she’s a fucking vixen, she winks at me.

Turning around, her hair tumbles down her back, and her face rolls over her shoulder to meet my eyes. Her fingers toy with the clasp of her bra, and I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. Seriously, I could fucking break up asphalt on the street right now.

“Should I take this off too?”

“I believe I already gave you an order. One you’re disobeying.”

She smirks. “It’s what I do.”

No kidding.

The clasp slips between her fingers, and the two sides fall away, revealing her back. One shoulder slips off, and then the other before the entire thing meets the floor.

“Now what?” she asks.

“Now dance for me, Cinderella.”

Turning around, she continues to move and touch her body, closing her eyes and fucking the air the way she likes to fuck my fingers and dick. I scoot closer and rub my finger along the lace over her pussy, and she swats my hand away.

“No touching the dancers.”

My lips twitch. “Not even if I pay?”

Her eyes flare down at me with wicked heat. “Not even then.”

“Hmm. So if I lie on my back and you dance over my mouth…”

Her cheeks flush as she sucks her lip into her mouth.

“Fuck, baby, don’t look at me like that.”

Her head tilts. “Like what?”

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