Page 9 of Sleeping with the Frenemy

She was so close I could have reached out and pulled her onto my lap. Just one quick lunge, and I could have taken her in my arms and kissed her until she forgot to be angry and remembered how good we were together. They say your first time is always a disappointment. That sex gets better with experience.

They didn’t know what they were talking about.

No one and nothing had ever been better than Victoria. We should have fumbled the whole thing, a couple of virgins with more hormones than sense. But we moved together like we had a fucking choreographer directing us. The memory of it—of her—was seared into my brain and etched across my skin.

Victoria held my gaze. Judging from the way her eyes had darkened, the memory was just as strong for her.

I stood. “We started something, you and I.”

She took a step back.

“I came to finish it.”

Her breath caught, and desire flickered in her eyes. But then her forehead wrinkled. “Oh really? You think it’s that easy? That I’m that easy?”

I took another step forward. “I think I gave you the best sex of your life and no one else has ever come close to satisfying you. And, yeah, I think you’re plenty easy when it comes to me.”

She gave an angry gasp and moved backward. “You give yourself too much credit,” she said hotly. “We fucked once.”

I kept going forward, slowly gaining on her. “But you can’t stop thinking about it. I think you’d do just about anything to feel my dick inside you again.”

Her eyes flashed. “Fuck you, Valenti.”

I had her almost to the door. “As I said, we’re getting to that.”

She whirled and went for the knob.

I slapped a palm against the cheap wood.

She spun back around, all that mahogany hair flying. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breaths came in short little rasps that made lust sear my veins. “I hate you,” she hissed.

“Maybe. But your nipples are so hard they’re in danger of ripping through your shirt. The mere sight of me is making you wet, and I like knowing that pussy of yours is trained to respond to me.”

Her hand flew.

I caught her wrist and yanked it down, pinning it against the door.

“Let me go!”

I captured her other wrist and pinned that one, too. “Not yet.”

Her breasts heaved, the creamy mounds trembling under my gaze.

My dick went hard as iron.

We were so close, my breath stirred the fine hairs at her temples. “Two rules. Never swing at me unless you can knock me out. You get a pass this time because you didn’t know any better. Next time, there’ll be consequences.”

If looks could kill, I would have turned to stone on the spot. “There won’t be a next time, asshole.”

“That brings me to rule number two.”

“I don’t care about your stupid fucking rules!”

I released one of her wrists and cupped a firm breast, making sure my thumb rested over her taut nipple.

She shuddered, her eyes darkening to sapphire as they went heavy-lidded.

Thumb pressing firmly against the taut peak, I murmured, “Rule number two, and it’s multiple choice, so pay attention. Tell me to leave again, and I’ll go. Say nothing, and I stay and we fuck on that table over there.”

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