Page 43 of Undeniably Enemies

That’s been part of my problem since.

Wren: But I didn’t?

No. That’s my immediate answer, but I don’t want to say that. It hits me on a different level to think that night was bad for her. Not just the sex but what came after. It should have been perfect. She deserved perfect, and I wasn’t that for her.

Wren: Admittedly, I’m a little drunk, but I’m trying very hard not to hate every male I’ve ever encountered. I’m starting to think I’m better off with my BOB.

Me: BOB?

Wren: Battery Operated Boyfriend.

I laugh and finish off my beer. But a powerful wave of lust hits me as I picture her lying on her back with her thighs spread and her skin flushed as she fucks herself with a vibrator or a dildo to orgasm, and just like that, I’m fucking hard. Again. I should go home and go to sleep and put tonight behind me, and yet, I don’t know how to stop.

Me: Probably not a bad idea. Maybe you need to buy a new one.

Wren: Perhaps a few new ones.

Me: I’m sorry men have let you down.

I’m sorry I let you down.

Wren: Me too. But I’ll survive. I always do. Eventually, I’ll meet the right guy.

Me: Until then you have BOB.

Wren: And spicy books.

Me: Not porn?

Wren: Spicy books are way better than porn.

Me: I’ll take your word on it.

Wren: If I knew who you were, I’d send you some good ones to start with.

Me: But because you don’t, I can say that I could talk you into a better orgasm than reading your spicy books could.

Why did I write that? Why did I send it? I stare down at my hard dick and blame him. Furious, I shoot off the chair and hastily start to clean up the remains of my late-night dinner. My phone vibrates, and I try to resist. I try not to pick it up and read it. Even as my pulse jumps and my cock throbs at her potential responses.

Wren: Maybe. But not tonight.

I swallow. Hard. Does that mean she’d want me to do thatanother night?

Fuck!Stop!End this now before it gets even further out of control than it already is.

Wren: I may be a little drunk, but I’m still cautious.

Me: You should be cautious. I’m glad that you are.

Wren: And because I doubt your abilities, you should start with these.

My brow pinches until my screen lights up with pictures of paperbacks.

Wren: Did I know you through Waylen?

Me: I have no idea who Waylen is, but I already know I don’t like him. Which one do I start with?

Wren: You can’t go wrong with either, to be honest. These are two of my favorites. It depends on your tropes and kinks.

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