Page 46 of Undeniably Enemies

He pushes away from the wall and looms over me. “I’d watch what you say about me. I’m your boss, and I believe I gave you a warning about that.”

“This isn’t the hospital. You’re not the boss of me here, and Iam not your good girl.” I hadn’t meant to say that. The words good girl slipped out because they’ve been at the forefront of my mind on vicious, brutal repeat along with the thought of him spanking me. I don’t know what it is about either, but I can’t get them out of my head.

“Wanna bet on that?”

Before I can formulate a response, one hand is across my face and diving into my hair, and the other is clutching my waist. He spins me around and practically slams me into the elevator wall. A gasp flees my lungs just as his mouth crashes against mine. For a moment, I’m too stunned to do anything. But then he bites my bottom lip—hard—and it pisses me off.

My hands meet the back of his head, and I rip at his hair as I climb up onto my tiptoes. I bite his lip in return, and he grunts, but then he groans as his tongue slides inside my mouth and tastes me. His hand moves back to my cheek, and he uses it to angle me how he wants. The heat of his mouth rivals the heat of his body against mine, and with one small shift, I gasp again.

Oh my god. He’s hard. LikeI have a steel pipe in my pants, and I’m not afraid to use ithard. Even as he continues to distract me with his soft lips and demanding tongue. The worst, best part about this? I remember exactly how he kisses. It’s the same way he kissed me that night. Like his only source of oxygen is in my mouth. Like a man starving.

Like he can’t get enough and needs more.

It’s a potent drug, and it has me holding on tighter, pressing into him a little deeper. I hate him and know I shouldn’t be kissing him, but right now, I don’t know how to stop. That’s what scares me. He hits all my worst buttons, and this one is included.

His tongue and lips continue to move with mine in a fierce battle, demanding I submit and let him lead. He can go fuck himself there, and I kiss him back equally hard. Equallypunishing. He’s swallowing the noises I’ll lie to my dying day that I’m making.

His hand glides around from my hip to my ass, where he squeezes one cheek and uses it to pull me against his hard length. I moan loudly, but thankfully the sound is smothered by the elevator dinging and jerking as it starts to ascend again. We jump apart, and I shove him away from me, doing my best to catch my breath while appearing unaffected.

His thumb wipes a bit of moisture from his bottom lip, and he stares at me for a long, heart-pounding moment, his blue eyes dark and hungry. He gives me a once-over and adjusts his hard dick. Christ, why is that so freaking hot? I feel my cheeks heat again and look away. He does the same as he clears his throat and shifts to the numbers as they illuminate one by one.

“You kissed me.”

“No longer panicking, are you? Now who’s my good girl?”

That son of a bitch!

“I didn’t give you permission to do that. You’re the last person I’d ever want to kiss me.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining. Only moaning and begging for more.”

I gasp. “I did not beg for more.” Right?

“Uh-huh. That’s what all that rubbing and grinding was then.”

I open my mouth to verbally eviscerate him when the doors part, and he casually steps back and waves me forward.

“Ladies first.”

“God, I hate you.”

He licks his lips and smirks. “Funny, that didn’t taste like hate.”

I punch him right in the kidney as I walk past him. He makes a delightful oomph, and I don’t even care if that was violent or childish. He had that coming and is lucky I didn’thave a scalpel because then he’d be down his balls and both kidneys.

“I hope you pee blood,” I snarl, and he chuckles as he walks beside me down the hall toward the luxury box.

“From that wimpy hit? Please. Rory hits harder than that.”

He opens the door to the box, and I peer up at him with a Cheshire grin. “And you have my lipstick smeared across your lips. You might want to wipe that off before my brother sees what you just did to ‘calm his little sister down’ in the elevator.” I put air quotes around the words.

He pales and wipes furiously at his mouth. I laugh as I breeze past him. I’m not wearing lipstick, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Hey!” Sorel gives me a hug and hands me a drink. “Please take this. It looks so good, and I can’t have it. No one outside of us knows I’m pregnant, yet the team owner was just here saying hi and asked the staff to keep me in drinks all afternoon. I need to live vicariously. Hey!” She hugs Jack only to pause, her eyes volleying back and forth between the two of us. “Did you two come together?”

“No,” we say in unison.

“Do people actually do that in real life, or is that simply the stuff of romance books?” I finish, truly wondering if that’s a thing since I’ve never experienced it. I think the elevator rattled me.

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