Page 68 of Undeniably Enemies

I don’t know. What am I asking for? More of her. I guess I just wanted more of her, but now…

“You’re right. It can’t happen.” A sharp note of disappointment slithers through me, but if I didn’t know it before, I sure as hell do now. I won’t risk my career. I can’t. I’m not a billionaire. I don’t have backup plans. Hell, the ER is already mybackup plan, and scandalous affairs with students have a way of following you around—and getting you fired.

I stare down at her as my hand moves to her hip, causing her attention to follow. She watches as I drag my thumb over that top patch of visible skin up to her waist. I didn’t come here for this, but knowing I can’t ever have her again, that last really was the last time…

“One last time, and then we’re done. It won’t happen again after this.”

“I really hate you,” she hisses, and her eyes close as my hand continues to wander up under her shirt, stopping just beneath her breasts. “I don’t like you touching me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I think you do. Because your breathing is shallow, and your skin is covered in goose bumps. Your nipples are also piercing through your sweatshirt, and I bet if I used my other hand and slid it into your yoga pants, I’d find your pussy soaking wet for me.” I lean in toward her ear, and my hand continues up and covers her breast. She bites into the corner of her lip, working to stifle a moan. “Were you tossing and turning, thinking about it all night? Replaying it in your head and shoving your pillow between your thighs to ebb the tension and ache you felt there? I know you didn’t use one of your pretty toys. You’re too stubborn to give in to that.”

My hand moves to her other breast, and I palm and knead it over her lacy bra. A shaky breath pants past her lungs. She refuses to open her eyes, but she’s not stopping me, despite the half-assed argument she’s attempting to make.

“Stop talking. Just shut up.”

I place a soft, wet kiss directly beneath her ear, and she whimpers, biting deeper into that lip. “I don’t regret last night.” I bring my hand back to her waist. “I like what we did, and I want to do it again. Harder this time. Rougher. If this is truly the last time we do this, then I don’t want to hold back, and I think we need a safe word.”

Her eyes flash open. “Safe word?”

“I know you know what that is. It’s in your books, and since those were the ones you suggested, it tells me you’re curious about playing a bit rougher.”

She shakes her head as if to deny it but can’t form the lie with her words.

“Give me a word, Wren. You say you hate me, and you keep telling me to stop, but your body and actions are saying something different. And I want to do things to you. Dirty, depraved, kinky as all fuck things.”

“Asshole.”

I smirk. “You call me that too often, sweetheart. It has no meaning, and it certainly won’t stop me.” I pinch her nipple. Hard.

She gasps out, “Chocolate.”

I grin against her skin before my tongue sneaks a taste. “Chocolate,” I repeat. “If you say chocolate, I stop.”

“This is the last time we’re doing this. I mean it. It’s a bad idea.”

I lick the shell of her ear. “I agree. I want to make you come now. On my fingers first. With your eyes on me.”

“No.”

I bite her lip and drag it with my teeth. “Yes. Because you’re so beautiful when you’re turned on, but otherworldly gorgeous when you come, and I want you to watch me watch you.” I return to her tits and start to tug and play with her nipples before I pull away completely and stand to my full height. “You have your safe word. Now let’s see if I can make you use it.”

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Wren’s big, guileless blue eyes hold mine, and I can’t help but soak her in, even as I wait for the inevitable pushback she so loves to give me. I’m hoping she does and I’m also hoping she doesn’t. I like her fight, but I love her surrender.

Nerves flicker over her face, and I distract her from the thoughts in her head with a kiss. I’m not here to make her use her safe word. I have no intention of pushing her that far. But the woman likes to tell me no and to stop, and those are words that generally make me do both of those things. Except this is Wren, and Wren is a walking contradiction with me.

Much like me, she doesn’t want to want me as much as she does.

We’re helpless victims caught in each other’s webs.

So I have to make sure she means it, and now I’ll know for sure.

With that, my hand slides to her neck, and I hold her as I kiss her, my thumb gliding up and down along her thrumming pulse. Our tongues swirl and dance, and I quickly become drugged, pressing her deeper against the wall and alternatingbetween deep, tongue-twisting kisses and sweet, playful wet nips.

“I want you naked,” I tell her as I peel her sweatshirt over her head, not bothering to waste time since it’s already limited. My mouth returns to her neck, and I kiss and lick my way across it to the other side. “I want you naked and wet and begging for me.”

She shakes her head, her neck twisting in my hand and against my lips. “I’ll never beg for you.”

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