Undeniably Enemies (Boston's Irresistible Billionaires #5)

by J. Saman

“Sweetheart, the last thing I’m doing is judging. I’m too busy trying to decide if I want to tie you up and use them on you until you come so many times you pass out or sit back and watch you do it yourself.”

“If you think I’m going to allow either to happen, you must be high.” I give her a cocky, Cheshire grin. “That’s not what your kiss said on Sunday.”

“Anything they can do, I can do better,” I say because I’m like a sex-crazed teen right now, and the woman I’ve been low-level obsessed or infatuated or whatever you want to call it with is giving my mind the ultimate tease. She laughs. “I highly, highly doubt that.” As if reading my thoughts, she comes back with, “Besides, we both know you’d never touch me.”

“Again.” I step in her direction, and I need to stop. “I’ll never touch you again.” “Yes. Thanks for that oh-so-cheerful reminder about one of the worst nights I’ve ever had, Doctor Mistake. Yes, we all know you won’t touch me again,” she emphasizes.

I’m a single girl in my twenties with massive trust issues. We buy sex toys in bulk.

“I mean it, Jack. I’ll be civil with you, but I don’t like the line we’ve flirted with. I will not be anyone’s regret again.” His eyes vacillate between mine, an opera’s worth of emotions flickering over his features. He opens his mouth but quickly closes it, and finally, after a long beat, nods in what almost appears like defeat. He turns to return to his apartment, but before he shuts the door, I hear him say, “I never regretted you. It was everything else I didn’t know how to handle.”

“I’ve tried to let you go so many times, but I can’t. I’m done with this bullshit. I’m done pretending I don’t want you every second of every minute of every hour of every day. I can’t let you go. Now let me take you home. Let me take care of you.”

“Your heart is my end piece. My checkmate. The place I’d like to start calling home if you’d let me.”