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She is my adversary after all.
Her choice, not mine.
I was more than happy to work with her on several projects this past six months. But she refused,everysingle time. She’s made it her mission to hate me, and I don’t understand why, when all I want to do is make her scream – with pleasure, not frustration.
As I watch for her reaction, my eyes roam over her figure, taking in every inch of her exposed toned legs and the way the towel caresses the curve of her hips.
My body responds; my dick instantly grows hard and my heart races with the desire to touch her, to feel her skin against mine. But I can’t let myself give in to temptation. I can’t afford to let my guard down. Not when she’s been keeping me at arms length for so long.
For her, anything that happened between us would come from a place of hate. And while a good angry hate-fuck would be great, I need her to realise that we’re more than adversaries. One touch, one taste, and I’ll never let her go.
“You know, for someone who hates me so much, you seem awfully comfortable standing around half-naked in front of me,” I tease, trying to keep the conversation light and spark a reaction from her.
She narrows her eyes and scowls at me, crossing her arms over her chest, an action that only draws my attention to her ample cleavage, where the towel has slipped a little. “Oh, please. I’m covered up enough.”
I smirk at her, enjoying the banter between us. We trade barbs at work and I always enjoy it, but Angelica seems to really mean the things she’s saying, whereas I just like to tease, to get a rise out of her. It’s the only way she’ll acknowledge my presence.
“If you say so. But next time, try wearing something a little less distracting.”
She huffs, clearly unimpressed with my comment. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Only because you make me that way,” I retort, grinning.God, I want to kiss her.
Her eyes flash and I see the fire in them that I’ve come to both love and hate. “I don’tmakeyou anything. You’re just an arsehole all on your own.”
I chuckle at her boldness, then take a step toward her. “Is that so?”
She backs up a step, then another, until she is pressed against the wall. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. I know I should stop, but the alcohol in my system is making it hard to resist her.
“Yeah, that’s so,” she says, her voice a breathless whisper that sends lightning bolts to my dick. What I wouldn’t give to hear her gasping my name in that way.
I lean in closer, my hand coming up to caress her cheek when all I want to do is wrap it around her throat and show her who she belongs to. “You know, I bet if we kissed, we’d forget all about our differences,” I murmur.
She looks up at me, her eyes suddenly dark with desire. “Maybe,” she says, her voice husky. “But what about after the kiss? Will we still be enemies?”
I pull back slightly, considering her words. It’s true that she’s made us rivals in the workplace, but I’d never say we wereenemies. I don’t even want to be rivals. Though I can admit that with the way she’s looking at me, torn between ripping my clothes off and just tearing my skin off, that the sex would be explosive. So maybe she’s onto something with this enemies to lovers idea.
I’m distracted by her mouth, so full and tempting. I could brand her as mine by sinking my teeth into that pouty bottom lip and biting until her skin yields to me.
“Who says anything has to happen after?” I tease with a smirk. When her eyes narrow in anger, I sigh. “I don’t know,” I reply honestly, unable to tear my gaze away from her luscious mouth. What I wouldn’t give to watch my cock sliding between her perfect pout. “But right now, all I want is to taste you.”
Without waiting for a response, I capture her lips with mine, my hand moving to the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. She moans softly, instinctively, her body pressing against mine as our tongues entwine and I flex my fingers, asserting my dominance over her. The heat is radiating off of her, and I know I’m not the only one who’s been affected by this attraction.
My hand slides down to cup her breast through the fabric of her surprisingly soft towel, then I slip it under the material and flick her nipple with my thumb. She gasps in surprise, and I take that chance to dominate her mouth once more.
Her hands go to my waist, burrowing under my shirt and digging into my skin, and I realise she’s holding on for dear life. I’m pleasantly surprised at her assertiveness, and decide to throw her off balance by sliding my hand up her thigh, then into her soft, wet heat.
Her nails dig deeper into my skin, but I don’t care. I’ll have marks to prove the effect I have on her.
She’s already close to coming with how tight she’s gripping my fingers, and I know it won’t take long for her to reach that peak. I want to watch my hand between her legs when it happens, so I pull away from her lips, dropping to my knees for the best seat in the house.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice breathless.
“I—” A burning, twisting sensation in my gut cuts me off before I can speak my filthy fantasies to her.
“Lycus?” Fuck. My name sounds like a prayer on her lips and I can’t even enjoy it. Another griping pain grabs me in its hold, this time lower in my gut, and I gasp.
I close my eyes, trying to ignore the pain. “I can’t,” I say, pulling my hand away from her body. “I have to go.”
