Page 61 of Undeniably Enemies

“You haven’t earned me.”

Ain’t that the truth?

“I don’t care.” I blow cool air on her sweet tits, shove her hand out of the way, and suck one full breast straight into my mouth. She moans and rocks against me like she’s searching for my dick, and holy Christ is she perfect. Her skin… I’m done for.

With a firm grip, she yanks the back of my head away and back up to her face, where she starts kissing me again.

“No. We’re not doing this. I hate you.”

I play with her tongue and nibble on her bottom lip. So fucking plump and delicious I can hardly stand it. She snatches my hand from her ass and places it straight over her breast, using me to rub her. Her skin is so soft, so silky, and her small tits are the ultimate tease, capped with the prettiest pink nipples I’ve ever seen. I need them. I have to come all over them. Maybe torture them a bit until she whines and moans and begs for me to stop. Definitely lick them some more.

“You can have two orgasms, and I’ll have none,” I offer as Ipant against her between deep, diving kisses. “They can be with your toys if you want while I watch and go crazy that I can’t touch you. That counts as punishment for me.”

“Hardly. You’ll still get to see how I like it.”

Also true. Andfuuuuck, how hot is that? I’m like a kid in a toy store. I want, I want, I want. Give me, give me, give me.

Rearing up onto her toes, her nails sink into my shoulders as she rubs her pussy against my aching cock, and I help her along, grinding up into her until I hit her sweet spot, and she moans. I start to dry fuck her against the door while I continue to kiss her and play with her tits and nipples.

“How am I not supposed to hate you more than I already do for this? You lied to me. You hid who you were.”

“You want to hate me? Fine. Hate me. Just fucking fuck me already.”

18

I’m trying to fight this. Fighthim. I’ve been stewing all night, thinking of all the things I was going to yell at him. I had a plan, and it involved breaking his phone over his stupid, beautiful face. He knew all along who I was, and I was clueless. I was careless. I continued to text him.

In my head, he was some random guy I’d met in Seattle. A man I knew I’d never see again. He flirted, and I liked that. I can’t remember the last time I felt a girlish flutter at anything, and I felt it with those texts. Stupid dopamine reaction. That’s all that was, and now look.

I told him things about myself I never should have told him.

Now those things belong to Jack. The last man I’d ever want to have them.

And he planned to use them against me. Why else would he be reading the books other than to torture me? To tease and to taunt. Part of me expected him to laugh when I came storming in here, but he didn’t. He was quiet and ardent, and the things he said?—

Before I can answer him, his mouth cuts off my brainwith another demanding kiss. I’m airborne, lifted into his arms as he spins us around and drops me on the counter of his kitchen, his mouth never breaking contact. Not once. Not even to take a breath that I so desperately need. With my hair in his hands, he tugs my head back, exposing my jaw and neck to his greedy mouth. He grunts as he presses in between my thighs that are now bracketing his, and he moves me right to the edge of the counter so he can rub me just right.

“This fucking neck.” He ends it there, but his hot, wet mouth rains kisses down the center of my throat and along my carotids, feeling my pulse with his lips. It makes him smile against my skin, probably because he can feel it thrumming faster than I think it ever has, and your pulse never lies. You can hide almost anything, but your heart is always a dead giveaway, and now he knows.

I hate how he affects me. The rise he always manages to get. The way I respond to him even when I’d give anything not to.

My hands meet the back of his head, and I hold him against me as I lean back to give him better access. He continues south, pulling and sucking on my breasts and nipples again. And god, he does that so well. His touch is like sparks of electricity over my skin. I’m flying yet anchored, only the man I’m anchored to is the one I vowed I’d never do this with again.

With that thought, I push him back. I need to think, and I can’t think with him kissing me like this. With him touching me. His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath he takes, and a muscle twitches in his jaw. Not angry. No, that’s been all me tonight. That muscle is his restraint.

Even with my breasts still fully exposed to him, his dark eyes never leave mine as he waits for me to make a decision. One he’s letting me have, and the fact that he’s relying purely on my consent is powerful and heady.

Still, it’s not an easy decision. Not by a mile.

This is Jack, and he presents a litany of complications, but more than that, I haven’t had sex with a man beyond a random bar fling since before the incident. There are things Jack doesn’t know. Pieces of my narrative. But I don’t want to tell him. He’s already taken enough from me. He doesn’t get this piece, too.

Typically, I control how this goes. It’s in a coat closet or a bathroom, and I let them fuck me against something. Never from behind. Never. And no one takes their time with me because there’s no time to be had.

It’s quick and dirty and not all that satisfying. It’s like scratching the worst itch you’ve ever had with the pads of your fingers instead of your nails. But something tells me if I let this happen, Jack will scratch every itch I have.

It makes my heart pound and my breathing as shallow as his.

“What are you thinking?”

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